Chapter 634: Heavenly Heart Daoist Strikes

The drawback of this move quickly manifested; the Heavenly Dream Daoist's Qi vanished rapidly, and their lifespan vanished as well.

Sustaining this large‑area technique without eliminating them in a short time means the Heavenly Dream Daoist will not be able to hold on, and will die as their lifespan and Qi are exhausted.

Qi can be replenished, but once lifespan is gone, it is truly gone.

The Triple World creates another layer of space; this divine art is quite extraordinary.

Entering this world, one is controlled by myriad emotions and ultimately sinks within it.

These matters Xinran Zhanglao does not care about and will not be tainted; as a swordsman, the cultivation of one's heart and nature is of utmost importance.

Others, in pursuit of cultivation, rampantly advance without regard for heart and nature, so they fall prey easily—people like Jing Yuheng, and Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu, among others; for these people the drawback appears instantly.

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi do not encounter this situation; both quickly regained clarity.

"You won't be able to hold on much longer; if you continue, your lifespan will be exhausted and you will die."

The Heavenly Dream Daoist snorted coldly: "Hmph, this has nothing to do with you, Xinran Zhanglao; you swordsmen are truly detestable."

"Today, you all must die."

They, even in death, will leave these people as burial companions for the deceased Heavenly Heart Sect disciples.

As for themselves, if they die, they die; they don't care at all.

To avenge, for their senior brothers, and for the Heavenly Heart Sect, they must do this.

Clear all obstacles, and sweep away all calamities for the Heavenly Heart senior brother.

She raised her sword, pointing at Xinran Zhanglao.

"No matter how strong your heart and nature are, you will eventually sink within and become puppets of the Triple World."

"Xinran Zhanglao, you have no way to retreat."

Xinran Zhanglao shook her head: "Heavenly Dream Daoist, you ultimately... underestimate me too much."

"Bang."

The Heavenly Dream Daoist swung back with a sword, and was flung outward.

All their attacks were seen through.

In swordsmanship comparison, Xinran Zhanglao, aside from Chen Chuyang, does not think the others are inferior to them.

A mere Heavenly Dream Daoist is not worth mentioning.

The Heavenly Dream Daoist has never taken them to heart.

"All things are sword."

"Break."

Xinran Zhanglao didn't want to waste words with her, raised their right hand with the sword, and that sword quickly grew larger.

Gathering the sword intent of all things, she sliced toward the sky.

From top to bottom, a neat cut.

The Triple World split into two.

From the outside it looked like a sphere being cleaved; the people inside instantly reacted, fled the world, and Jing Yuheng and others led people to escape, watching from afar the divided world with lingering dread.

Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu exclaimed in shock: "Fortunately Xinran Zhanglao is here; otherwise, trapped in this world we'd soon be killed by the Heavenly Dream Daoist. The Heavenly Heart Sect actually possesses such bizarre divine art—truly terrifying."

"Indeed, we all fell for this move," Jing Yuheng praised: "Fortunately Xinran Zhanglao is present; otherwise we might..."

Not only the Heavenly Dream Daoist, but all the Black Dragon Guard behind also will sacrifice this place.

If this truly happens, it would be a massive blow to the Great Qi Dynasty.

Possibly, a decline without resurgence.

Demon‑Quelling General Feng Yuqian carefully stared at the Heavenly Dream Daoist, reminding: "Be careful, don't fall into the trap again."

The three of them faced as if confronting a great enemy.

They dared not be careless nor underestimate the Heavenly Dream Daoist; his divine art is bizarre, each move can ensnare people.

God unaware, ghost unnoticed; when you realize, only a skeleton remains.

The Heavenly Dream Daoist, seeing their divine art shattered and the Triple World split in two, was incensed beyond control.

"Xinran Zhanglao, you... such audacity, to..."

Xinran Zhanglao swung her blade, pointing at the Heavenly Dream Daoist, who, like the last shot of a strong crossbow, was no longer her opponent.

Qi consumption was massive; their strength was less than one‑tenth of its former.

"Hmph." Xinran Zhanglao sneered: "Next, you will die."

The Heavenly Dream Daoist stared at Xinran Zhanglao; in an instant, both moved.

【48】 True Person Lingjian Zhenren looked at the Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi appearing beside him; they stared at him.

Xinran Zhanglao, not wanting to waste words, raised her right hand with the sword, which instantly grew larger.

Obviously, they had received orders from Xinran's junior sister.

"You two need not stare at me; go assist your senior uncle and deal with the Heavenly Dream Daoist first."

"She is dangerous; she must be dealt with in advance."

Ming Jianzi remained unmoved, staring at True Person Lingjian Zhenren.

Ming Wuzi likewise smiled faintly: "Sect Master, don't waste your words; you have no chance to strike at the senior uncle."

They stared at him, blocking him, giving him no opportunity.

At this, True Person Lingjian Zhenren was helpless, spread his hands, stared at the two, and gave a bitter smile.

No one tells the truth; truly... it's a hassle.

"Heavenly Heart old ghost, you're here, aren't you? Why haven't you launched an attack yet?"

True Person Lingjian Zhenren looked toward the sky, at some void spot.

Inside the Dadian.

Chen Chuyang suddenly lifted his head, gazing at the sky.

The corner of his mouth lifted, he gave a slight smile: 'He's here, he's come.'

At such a time, still not making a move, truly cautious.

Tian Xin Dao Ren, able to remain seated, watched their martial junior sister being bullied, yet remained unmoved.

Clearly they have come, yet they do not make a move.

Likewise, Chen Chuyang sensed a gaze sweeping over.

Tian Xin Dao Ren discovered his whereabouts; in this, Chen Chuyang had no concealment.

Frankly admitting his own existence, having been discovered, why hide further?

He slowly rose to his feet, brushing off the dust on his body.

With hands behind his back, he gazed into the distance.

'The Spirit Sword Sect's spirit veins cannot be taken, what a pity.'

'Those old fogeys outside are watching me; I dare not act recklessly.'

Chen Chuyang would not act rashly either, as it would cause a great commotion; at that time, there would be danger.

Moreover, this is Xinran Zhanglao's territory; if the spirit veins were truly drawn away, Xinran Zhanglao would surely scold him to death.

'Bang.'

Tian Meng Dao Ren took a hit from a sword, his body collapsing to the ground, dust and smoke rising.

Xinran Zhanglao raised his hand; behind him, countless sword qi condensed.

The sword qi transformed into swords, most spectacular, exactly the same as Lingjian Zhenren's moves.

Shocking to the heart, if all these sword blades were to fall, Tian Meng Dao Ren would very likely die.

'Condense.'

All the sword blades finished condensing.

Xinran Zhanglao locked onto Tian Meng Dao Ren's position in his mind; the sword blade in his right hand guided countless sword blades.

'Go.'

The sword blades fell; the countless sword blades behind, in an instant, interwove and went forth.

'Boom—'

'Boom—rumble—'

The earth became a sieve.

And Tian Meng Dao Ren was conspicuously within it.

How pleasant the sound of the interweaving.

'Bang bang bang.'

The explosion sound, the sound of sword qi tearing, was very pleasant.

All the sword blades fell completely; the earth had already become a deep pit.

The pitted, uneven ground; Tian Meng Dao Ren knelt on the ground, his body covered with many wounds, wounds torn by sword qi.

Her breath was feeble and listless.

At any moment, she could die.

Seeing this, Xinran Zhanglao's right-hand sword blade slipped from his grip.

'Hum.'

The sword blade, interwove and went forth.

Very fast, in the blink of an eye it reached Tian Meng Dao Ren's face, apparently about to pierce her body.

'Ah.'

With a sigh, that sword froze in midair.