Chapter 802: The Death of Jin Jin Yuzhen Master Dinghai Zhenjun

"Hee hee, thank you, Master."

The True Yang handmaidens pulled the Lei Ting handmaidens back, laughing as they swiftly flew away from Jin Jin Yuzhen and the others.

They did not possess the deep scheming nature of Hei Hei Louxi.

The two of them simply felt that the Master Tushan Handmaiden Group was excellent, that rewards and punishments were fair, that merit brought rewards, that the future was bright, and that they liked the atmosphere here where one did not have to guard against each other at every moment; that was all.

"Even they..."

Chun Chun Jian and Shang Gong saw this and their hearts grew dim.

Even outsiders who joined midway were now performing far better than the two of them, which was disheartening.

"Wretches!"

"You, as Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, are willing to be slaves; I am ashamed to be of the same path as you!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen said coldly.

"Kill!"

"Since you are so foolish, once I have slain this person, do not blame me for not sharing the benefits with you."

Jin Jin Yuzhen's pale jade finger pointed at her flying sword.

Clang!

In the domain of raindrops filling the sky, fist-sized Shui Di Fa treasures suddenly surged forward; the water-drop shape, under external force, transformed into a sword shape, with golden threads inside moving at high speed, easily cutting through space, extremely sharp.

She had not yet lost confidence.

As long as we fight!

We do not even need to defeat Master Tushan; as long as we inflict heavy injuries on them, these handmaidens whose minds have already settled will inevitably generate new treacherous thoughts; this is certain.

At that time, there will still be a chance.

Clang clang!

At the moment Jin Yu's sword was unsheathed, the clanging sound of sword cries came from three other directions: the desolation of autumn, the cold and killing intent of winter, and the unparalleled swiftness of lightning.

Four flying swords, the domain of rain, the domain of autumn, the domain of winter, the domain of lightning; within four vague strange phenomena, the four flying swords launched a combined attack, sharp qi shooting to the sky, sword intent filling all directions.

Under immense pressure, these four Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun unleashed their ultimate sword techniques, the masterpieces of their centuries of cultivation wisdom and sword Dao wisdom.

As the sword emerged, wind and thunder moved, strange phenomena accompanied it, sword intent filled the air; the four ultimate techniques cycled into one, instantly amplifying their power to a terrifying degree.

There was no probing; from the very start, it was a fight for life!

Jin Jin Yuzhen had absolute confidence that even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could not withstand the combined strike of the four of them!

Daring to plot a Nascent Soul inheritance, an inheritance above Nascent Soul; daring to collude with external sect Nascent Souls, confident that failure was impossible, death was certain.

These were her confidence.

"Acceptable."

Jiang Ding nodded.

This strength exceeds that of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Let alone the fact that they only ascended to the Nascent Soul realm a few years ago and their cultivation had just stabilized.

Their talent and genius were excellent; indeed, they were outstanding figures who fought their way up from among countless Jin Dan cultivators; calling them heroes of the Northern Plains was no problem.

Boom!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and struck down with a single slash.

No sword technique was needed; simply drawing the sword and striking down amidst the booming sound of thunder.

That was all; nothing more was needed.

The booming sound of thunder resounded in all directions, entering the souls and spiritual seas of everyone.

"This is..."

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen was greatly alarmed.

Chun Chun Jian, Hei Hei Louxi, and the other Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun were shaken in their hearts; they had some understanding of this legendary sword Dao realm and often fantasized in their cultivation that one day they too could break through.

It must be known that the strongest among them had only managed to split their sword light into seven sword qi streams; the Thunder Sound was still a long way off, and they did not know if they could break through in this lifetime.

Even those seven were mastered only after breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm.

The sword arrived in an instant.

Ding!

The silver-white blade precisely cut into the central node of the sword formation formed by Jin Yu's sword and the other three flying swords of autumn, winter snow, and lightning.

Between the slash and the thrust, everything was natural and perfect, of critical importance, yet carrying an extremely natural and harmonious aura; the sword technique realm was nearly sublimated, making one unable to look away, lost in it.

Boom!

At the moment of contact, spiritual light splashed, the sword formation formed by the four flying swords shattered completely, and the massive aura dissipated into nothingness.

Then, the speed of the silver-white blade did not stagnate for a moment; it suddenly accelerated and struck straight at the wavering Jin Yu sword, slashing it flying with a single blow.

Ding!

A deep notch appeared on the Jin Yu blade.

The flying sword let out a mournful cry and flew backward, its spiritual light dimming immensely, its aura nearly gone.

"My Jin Yu sword!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen spat a mouthful of blood and cried out in shock and rage.

With just a single strike, their combined attack had already collapsed.

Incapable of withstanding a single blow!

Thinking back now, how ridiculous and absurd was the confidence they had before plotting this matter.

"Master, please spare our lives; Xia Yuan knows her mistake..."

The autumn attendant, Xia Yuan, her beautiful eyes filled with pleading.

The Master Tushan attendants are actually quite excellent!

As long as you achieve Li Xia Gong, you won't lack spirit stones, heavenly treasures, Jin Dan Gong Fa, sword techniques—why back then did you become bewitched, insisting on joining the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong?

The internal strife within the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong is fiercer than you can imagine; aside from its grand sect name, it's utterly inferior to the Master Tushan attendants!

The Lightning Attendants and Winter Snow Attendants were filled with regret.

"Weak."

"You are all too weak."

Jiang Ding sighed in deep disappointment: "Such strength? You shouldn't be this weak. You don't deserve such resolute determination."

"I thought those with intense greed, intense cruelty, and intense defiance would also possess strength to match—these traits must arise together, impossible for ordinary people to harbor."

"Extraordinary people must have extraordinary strength."

"But why are you like this?"

Jiang Ding sighed, drew his sword.

"Please die."

"I hope the next cultivator who rises will have the ability to match their ambition."

Boom!

The thunderous roar and sword hum, a lightning-fast flying sword slashed through—faster than imaginable, beyond the reach of spiritual sense.

Space was not torn apart; it merged with the sword light.

The sword light and space were no longer opposing—they became one, wielding the inherent power of space itself to strike, vanishing from the spiritual sense of all Nascent Soul cultivators.

Simultaneously, amid the thunder, a terrifying sword intent of annihilation seeped into their soul, freezing and paralyzing it.

"The target is me!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen's soul trembled uncontrollably.

"Save me!"

At this life-or-death moment, under the terrifying warning of death, she burned her essence blood, her magic power, and her lifespan using demonic secret arts, channeling all that power into her flying sword.

The once dimmed Jin Yu Sword instantly regained its radiance—and shone even more brilliantly.

"Heavenly Azure Rain Curtain!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen roared.

Her life-linked flying sword transformed into a stream of rain-colored light!

One became two, two became three, three gave rise to countless—turning into a vast downpour spanning dozens of kilometers, as if becoming the entire sky.

Each raindrop was the Jin Yu Sword; the Jin Yu Sword was each raindrop!

A single sword forming an entire battle array!

This was the sword technique she had comprehended in the brutal wars of Wang Ting—her talent and genius were among the finest even among Jin Dan cultivators, allowing her, upon first ascending to Nascent Soul, to slay peers of equal rank.

"Kill!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen's spiritual sense fused with the Heavenly Azure Rain Curtain, striking toward the faint sword shadow she had glimpsed beneath the threat of death.

At that moment, every raindrop in the sky seemed to gain life, becoming a world of swords and rain, enveloping and obscuring all.

Until—a sword light appeared within the rain!

A silver-white sword light, radiating a terrifying aura of annihilation, destruction, and spell-breaking—no flourish, no trickery—it slashed straight into the boundless Heavenly Azure Rain Curtain.

Boom!

Thunder roared!

Beneath the sword light, the Heavenly Azure Rain Curtain shattered violently, collapsed—the endless rain of swords broke apart into mist, spraying in all directions; all sword qi and rain will within it vanished into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

The entire Heavenly Azure Rain Curtain collapsed.

Ding!

A clear, resonant sword hum.

A silver-white flying sword emerged from the mist, straight into Jin Jin Yuzhen's eyes—then vanished, piercing through her third eye.

(End of Chapter)

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