Chapter 617: Peerless Swordsman Lingjian Zhenren

"Hm?"

Lingjian Zhenren, engaged in battle, paled; what had he thought of? He turned his head to look at the Spirit Sword Sect's Dadian.

His Formation had just been triggered, and someone had broken into the Dadian.

"Who broke into the Dadian?"

That aura flashed by, blocked by the Spirit Sword Sect's Technique, and could no longer be sensed.

It wasn't an illusion; a Strong One like him, once he sensed it, it was certainly real.

Someone had slipped into the Dadian, and successfully…

The purpose was simple: inside the Dadian there was only one person, namely Junior Sister Xinran, and that person was heading straight for Junior Sister Xinran.

"Damn it, what the heck are those people doing? Someone broke in, and they actually…"

Jing Yuheng and Qi Mingyu's attacks came within sight; the two almost pierced Lingjian Zhenren's body. Lingjian Zhenren dodged swiftly, but a moment of distraction left him at a disadvantage.

Jing Yuheng's Thunder Spear continuously emitted lightning, its assault bearing fierce bolts that destroyed everything.

He dared not collide directly, nor be hit.

Qi Mingyu's long halberd bore flames—Red Dragon Divine Fire—of boundless power; even a touch would scorch everything.

This fire was especially detestable, a flame that burns true Qi and is not easily extinguished.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting us; how much do you look down on the two of us?"

Jing Yuheng's long spear weaved continuously, spawning clusters of thunder spear blossoms that formed an electric net, enveloping Lingjian Zhenren and cutting off all retreat; the petals interlinked, wrapping around him.

Protector of Lingjian Zhenren, this is Jing Yuheng's new Technique.

Realized in battle.

"Thunder Net."

The electric net contracted; the spear blossoms flickered and rotated.

It formed a massive net that shrank rapidly.

Lingjian Zhenren drew his sword, yet could not cut through the electric net.

Instead, his blade flashed with lightning, attacking his own body.

"Red Dragon Divine Fire Halberd."

Qi Mingyu's long halberd transformed into a fire dragon that devoured everything in an instant.

Deputy Hall Master Bai Lang and Deputy Hall Master Cang Long found an opening, and the two rose swiftly from below.

"Bai Lang."

"Cang Long."

Attacks came in succession, giving Lingjian Zhenren no chance to breathe.

The remaining Black Dragon Guard each launched attacks.

For a moment, Techniques shrouded Lingjian Zhenren, and countless auras exploded in the air.

Various true Qi detonated as Jing Yuheng, holding his long spear, stared ahead.

They dared not lower their guard; many Strong Ones surrounded a Lingjian Zhenren, and only because the Spirit Sword Sect's people did not emerge could they act thus.

Jing Yuheng spoke, "Everyone, be careful; he is not dead yet."

"We must speed up to finish him off."

While the Spirit Sword Sect has not yet reacted, we can eliminate him and thereby threaten the Spirit Sword Sect.

This is their chance—the best chance.

For some reason, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect did not appear; they were naturally pleased with the Spirit Sword Sect's reaction.

Qi Mingyu worried, "Everyone be careful; don't think he's easy to deal with just because he's alone—he is the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Being the head of a sect, his strength must be no less than outstanding.

Their attacks might not kill him; at most they'd leave him in a sorry state.

Moreover, many Strong Ones of the Spirit Sword Sect are watching; should they intervene, we would be in trouble.

By then, even Mu Longhao would find it hard to ensure his own safety.

Deputy Hall Master Bai Lang stared at the Spirit Sword Sect's great Formation; no one emerged. At a time like this, with no one coming out, there must be a problem inside the Spirit Sword Sect.

The problem was serious; they seemed eager to see how powerful Lingjian Zhenren was.

Or perhaps this was what Lingjian Zhenren demanded.

"Buzz."

As the smoke cleared, Lingjian Zhenren was in disarray, his clothes torn, his body assaulted by... flames and lightning.

The usually calm expression on his face was now full of anger.

His fury fixed on Jing Yuheng and Qi Mingyu, murderous intent gathering.

Qi Mingyu whispered, "Jing Yuheng, be careful; he's angry."

Jing Yuheng nodded; they felt that murderous intent.

Lingjian Zhenren drew his sword blade, pointed at Jing Yuheng, and said coldly, "Very good, very good. You are fine. Jing Yuheng, Qi Mingyu, you dare to act against me—very good, very good."

In his frantic state, he had never imagined he possessed such a side.

In a sorry state.

Too disgraceful.

Seen by all the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, Lingjian Zhenren was incensed with shame.

"Jing Yuheng, Qi Mingyu, are you ready to meet death?"

The blade pointed at the two, the Technique piercing.

The entire sky was filled with his Technique.

Lingjian Zhenren's back was suddenly covered by a massive sword blade, pointing at them.

It was a giant sword formed from Technique, continuously expanding, already over ten meters long.

It kept growing, that aura cutting everything.

"You bunch of ignorant trash, you dare hurt me."

"Today, I'll show you what true terror is."

"Lingjian."

"Zhu Xie."

With a casual swing, the giant sword rushed toward them.

Technique locked the surrounding space.

The sword attacked with a speed faster than the eye could catch.

Jing Yuheng and Qi Mingyu felt a sigh inside; they quickly reacted.

"Overlord."

"Thunder God."

Both went all out, launching divine attacks.

White Wolf Deputy Hall Master and Azure Dragon Deputy Hall Master joined the assault.

Many Black Dragon Guard acted together.

Flames, thunder, ice, gale, earth, trees, numerous divine arts, fused together.

They jointly attacked that sword.

But, to no avail.

The blade cut everything.

"Bang."

Everyone was blasted away.

Fresh blood sprayed wildly, filling the sky.

Jing Yuheng and Qi Mingyu flew the farthest, crashing into the ground and creating a deep pit.

Technique tore their clothes.

White Wolf Deputy Hall Master and Azure Dragon Deputy Hall Master knelt to the ground; they were a bit better, bearing less pressure.

Other Black Dragon Guard, several died.

The remaining ones, each pale‑faced, stared at that figure.

Lingjian Zhenren stepped in midair, coldly lowered his head.

"A swarm of ants, dare to look at the sky?"

"You all, in my eyes, are no different from ants."

He, Lingjian Zhenren, without showing any power, they truly think they can bully him.

Waved his hand.

In the sky, countless sword blades appeared.

Each sword rapidly condensed.

The densely packed sword blades filled the sky, countless.

The blades kept condensing; this speed of condensation, this sheer density, was terrifying.

Jing Yuheng and Qi Mingyu stood up, looked up at those blades.

"Gulu."

The two exchanged a glance, unstoppable.

Unstoppable.

Once this move lands, likely all the Black Dragon Guard behind will die.

They also might die.

"Cough cough, Fifth Prince, you lead them away first, I'll cut off the rear."

"Cough cough cough."

Jing Yuheng coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, stepped forward, resolutely cutting off the rear.

Qi Mingyu shook his head: "We can't leave, he won't let us go."

"Our reinforcements have arrived."

Jing Yuheng was stunned for a moment, turned to look back.

A murderous aura surged forward.

"Buzz."

Qi and blood condensed into a giant dragon.