Chapter 635: Everyone, why?

The blade trembled, bursting a terrifying Technique, yet it could not move forward a single step.

It lingered about a meter in front of the Heavenly Dream Daoist, whose eyes widened as she stared at the sword.

The fierce Technique threatened to tear her body apart; she could not help but shiver. At that moment, the Heavenly Dream Daoist felt the terror of death surge to her heart, as if it would devour her.

Her soul trembled, matching the body's tremor; the rate of trembling stayed consistent. She gazed at the figure that appeared before her, tears glimmering in the depths of her pupils, the blurry tears flickering continuously.

That… joy of surviving a calamity, she felt it for the first time…

"Senior brother."

The Heavenly Dream Daoist recognized him; the person before her was her own senior brother. He had arrived and stepped in to save her.

Death had not devoured her; the Heavenly Dream Daoist's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Her whole body quivered, and then she became exhilarated.

"Senior brother."

The two calls of "Senior brother" roused everyone, who turned to look this way. The Heavenly Heart Daoist reached out, raised the right hand, and the sword halted, unable to move forward a step.

Xinran Zhanglao landed swiftly, gripping the blade, intending to step forward and kill the two of them together.

No matter how the Heavenly Heart Daoist acted, once she arrived, she would kill them together; she didn't care who you were, nor would she be afraid.

Killing aura merged with the Technique, leaning forward, stepping forward a pace; Xinran Zhanglao snarled, "Die."

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi, seeing this, drew their swords and attacked, abandoning the Lingjian Zhenren.

They hunted the Heavenly Heart Daoist together—three of them, attacking in unison.

Lingjian Zhenren crossed his arms, looking at the appearing Heavenly Heart Old Ghost, having known he would come, feeling no surprise at all.

"In the end I couldn't hold back; if the Heavenly Dream Daoist dies here, the Heavenly Heart Old Ghost will have no one to use."

He lowered his gaze and gave a cold laugh.

The Heavenly Heart Daoist looked up, saw Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi's attack, clenched the right hand, then released.

Xinran Zhanglao was flung backward, the sword flying out with him.

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi hadn't approached yet when their bodies were hurled backward dozens of meters, landing heavily and raising a cloud of dust.

With a single move—just one move—the Heavenly Heart Daoist shocked them away.

Then the Heavenly Heart Daoist looked toward where Jing Yuheng and the others were, sighed, "Alas."

"Everyone, why must we?"

"The Heavenly Dream junior sister is already like this, and you still want to exterminate her. Do you really think the Heavenly Heart Sect is easy to bully?"

She clenched her right hand into a fist and threw a punch casually.

Jing Yuheng and the others thought, "Watch out."

Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu brandished his long halberd, Jing Yuheng crackled with lightning, and Feng Yuqian swung his fist.

The three attacked together; upon meeting, the three were flung backward.

They met the same fate as Xinran Zhanglao and the others—no surprise at all.

That punch carved a massive trench.

The power of the punch was terrifying.

"Puff."

"Puff."

"Puff."

The three knelt on the ground, spitting blood continuously; that punch made them witness the gap in strength.

Unrivaled.

Completely unmatched.

Only then did the Heavenly Heart Daoist turn back, nodding at the Heavenly Dream Daoist, "Junior sister, it's alright, senior brother has arrived."

The Heavenly Dream Daoist gave a bitter smile, "Senior brother, the other disciples are dead; junior sister is incompetent, unable to protect them."

"Junior sister… you are guilty."

She lowered her head, admitting fault.

She, filled with guilt, could not protect those disciples.

The Heavenly Heart Daoist heard this, her body shivered, forcing a smile, "Senior brother, I understand. As long as junior sister is okay, that's enough."

She turned, her eyes turning icy.

She gazed at the distant Black Dragon Guard and the Demon-Quelling Army soldiers, her killing intent coalescing.

Above, Lingjian Zhenren sensed the killing intent, had no intention to intervene, and continued watching the scene.

"The Heavenly Heart Old Ghost is angry; Black Dragon Guard, you're doomed."

"And Jing Yuheng and the others, they are likely to die as well."

"Rarely does the Heavenly Heart Old Ghost get so angry; I wonder if, after all these years, his strength has broken through."

He was very curious, wanting to see the Heavenly Heart Daoist's hidden cards.

This old ghost's power is unfathomable; as an opponent, no one knows him better.

This time, he finally intends to act.

Xinran Zhanglao stood up, eyes narrowed, reached out, and the blade reconstituted.

A body of Technique expanded to twice its size.

"Heavenly Heart Daoist, Sect Master of the Heavenly Heart Sect, I never expected you to come in person."

"To save the Heavenly Dream Daoist?"

She moved forward; that previous strike could not make her bow her head.

On the contrary, it provoked Xinran Zhanglao's anger.

Just a bit more and I could kill that hateful woman; how could I give up halfway?

Holding the sword, moving forward, the condensed Technique grew stronger.

Tian Xin Dao Ren tilted his head, locked onto Xinran Zhanglao, and gave a cold laugh: "Xinran Zhanglao, do you really think you can get past me?"

The Black Dragon Guard dare to kill my disciple; unforgivable. If you help them, you are my enemy.

After repeatedly hunting disciples of the Heavenly Heart Sect, this debt—I will settle it all today.

Saying that, Tian Xin Dao Ren did not act immediately.

Instead, he was wary of Xinran Zhanglao.

Or rather, he was wary of what lay behind Xinran Zhanglao.

Outside the mountain gate of the Spirit Sword Sect stood a figure with arms crossed, merging with heaven and earth—his presence unfelt and unseen by ordinary people, yet Tian Xin Dao Ren sensed it precisely, that familiar aura giving him a sense of great danger.

His heart turned cold, his fists clenched, yet he did not act.

Xinran Zhanglao refused to yield: "Hmph, this is the Spirit Sword Sect's affair; it's not your Heavenly Heart Sect's place to interfere."

"Tian Xin Dao Ren, even if you come, you won't get away with it."

"She must stay here."

Tian Xin Dao Ren's eyes turned cold; this Xinran Zhanglao is truly arrogant.

"Old ghost of the Spirit Sword, is this your intention?"

Lingjian Zhenren quickly waved his hands: "This is not my intention, old ghost of the Heavenly Heart Sect; don't slander me—now the Spirit Sword Sect is not up to me to decide."

"What you want to do has nothing to do with me."

He supported Tian Xin Dao Ren killing them.

These traitors deserve to die.

He could not kill Xinran Zhanglao himself, but perhaps he could use Tian Xin Dao Ren's hand to kill him; with Xinran Shimei dead, he would still be the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect, and later he would deal with those people one by one.

"Hmph." Tian Xin Dao Ren lowered his gaze, firmly locking eyes on Xinran Zhanglao.

"You really want to do this?"

Xinran Zhanglao shrugged: "She forced me to do this."

"If you want to take her, defeat me."

"Otherwise, you stay here as well, Elder."

The arrogant Xinran Zhanglao never knew how to bow his head.

What of Tian Xin Dao Ren? He'll still deal with you.

Hearing that, Tian Xin Dao Ren laughed.

"Hahaha."

The laughter was wanton and arrogant.

"You want to challenge me?"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Tian Xin Dao Ren said disdainfully: "For so many years, no one has dared to challenge me; Xinran Zhanglao, you have great gall."