Chapter 261: Kill the Monkey to Warn the Chickens, Ancestor, Help Me!

Inside Jiushan Sect.

The moment Xuehe Laozu appeared, the great formation within Jiushan Sect emitted a dazzling white light, clearly beginning to operate at high speed.

In the mountains, the Sect Master and Uncle Pang stood side by side.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother, the Ancestor and I will maintain the great formation; I do not know if we can hold this person for even a moment... You go... find Junior Sister Zhang, protect her, do not delay, leave quickly."

The Sect Master's breathing was somewhat hurried; he flicked the formation disk in his hand, and that disk grew larger and larger in the air, even resembling a moon of ice hanging in the high sky, its moonlight enveloping the entire river valley of Jiushan Sect, blocking the evil qi spreading from that Blood River.

Xuehe Laozu had not yet moved, but both men already felt a sensation of suffocation—

Uncle Pang's eyes darkened, understanding his senior brother's meaning:

Soul Transformation cannot be opposed by mere Nascent Soul with strength!

He nodded.

Turning around, he headed toward the Ninth Peak.

The very moment he turned, a heart-racing, stinging pain came from behind; Uncle Pang could not help but turn in terror, looking at Xuehe Laozu.

That Xuehe Laozu originally held immortal swords in both left and right hands, but now the immortal sword in his right hand had vanished!

"Senior Brother!"

Uncle Pang let out a high cry, his voice filled with unbearable grief.

Before witnessing a Soul Transformation expert strike, they had already estimated the power of Soul Transformation as high as possible.

But that life-and-death crisis just now made him realize—

Before a Soul Transformation expert, they these Nascent Souls were probably not even a match for a single clash!

"What are you howling for!"

The Sect Master's voice came.

Uncle Pang turned to look again; the Sect Master's head was covered in cold sweat, clearly also frightened after the fact.

"You... that flying sword?" Uncle Pang stammered, his face full of confusion.

"How would I know? It seemed to fly outward... flew off course?"

The Sect Master muttered these words.

"Xuehe Laozu! Are you mad!"

On a mountain peak a thousand li away, seeing a blood-colored flying sword flying toward him, Tongming Shangren could not help but cry out.

His body flashed with dark light, and a treasure mirror flew out, shooting a beam of ice-blue treasure light toward that flying sword.

That dark light and the evil qi on the immortal sword touched each other, and explosion after explosion sounded; even the Sect Master and the other person inside Jiushan Sect could see the fierce collision, dissolution, and annihilation of spiritual energy in the world.

What was most astonishing was that it was clearly just a clash between two magical treasures.

Yet in the void surrounding a thousand li, a heaviness subtly appeared.

Having barely stabilized this immortal sword, Tongming Shangren's body seemed somewhat illusory, even giving the feeling of being about to dissipate.

Anger surged on his face: "Xuehe Laozu! Do you intend to fight me to the death?"

Clearly, blocking this sword had not been easy for him.

The biggest reason was—he had not expected this person's first sword strike to be aimed at himself.

Just now he had still pitied Jiushan Sect so earnestly...

"Fight to the death?" Xuehe Laozu laughed, his voice hoarse, yet his tone full of meaning, "I have already come in my true form; as for fighting to the death, do you dare?"

Tongming Shangren remained silent for a moment.

He was actually unable to refute.

Qingyun Dasheng beside him also twitched an eyebrow.

"You two fear the karmic entanglement of the Xuanwei Realm and dare not enter Xuanwei in your true forms," Xuehe Laozu's voice remained bold and unafraid, "I have already come; what is there to fear?"

Having finished speaking, that flying sword turned in the air and thrust toward Tongming Shangren again.

Tongming Shangren grew even more depressed; the treasure mirror continuously shot out treasure light, entangling with that immortal sword.

But Tongming Shangren's figure also grew increasingly transparent, seeming to have difficulty continuing.

"What do you intend to do!"

He wanted to flee, yet that flying sword was not slow either; at this moment, there was even a feeling of being trapped with no way forward or back.

Moreover, Qingyun Dasheng beside him also seemed somewhat restless—this person would not fight him to the death, but he was far too willing to take advantage of a desperate situation.

"If I kill you, these people of Jiushan Sect will know how to choose..."

The Sect Master and Uncle Pang inside the sect watched in confusion; hearing these words now, they were even more bewildered.

Wait... you want us to choose, choose what?

You should say it first!

"Xuehe Laozu, you..." From afar, Tongming Shangren's tone was also confused, "How Jiushan Sect chooses has nothing to do with me!"

"I am just letting Jiushan Sect see: if they hand over Zhang Wuyi, they still have a chance to live; otherwise... even your Soul Transformation cannot survive!"

"... You Soul Transformation has melted your brain away!" Tongming Shangren's voice was full of trembling, clearly extremely angry, "If you want to capture Zhang Wuyi, attack Jiushan Sect!"

"That Zhang Wuyi, knowing the sect is in trouble, was still willing to return to the sect; obviously, she has a fierce nature."

"If I push her too hard, what if she risks her life?"

The Sect Master and Uncle Pang looked at each other; what did this mean?

Kill the monkey, Tongming Shangren, to warn the chickens, us?

Blood River Xuehe Laozu turned, smiled at the two, and his other immortal sword vanished!

The next moment.

A miserable scream from Jiushan Ancestor echoed from the base of Jiushan—

"The great formation is broken!"

With this shout, the earth at the mountain's foot trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

The mountain-protecting great formation of Jiushan Sect flashed three times, then directly revealed a massive gap, within which lay Blood River Xuehe Laozu's other immortal sword.

The Sect Master and the other felt a chill in their hearts; that this person's mind was bizarre was one thing.

But that a single sword strike broke Jiushan Sect's great formation.

He was truly both mad and formidable...

"Hand over Zhang Wuyi, and I may spare both your lives."

That immortal sword spun around and landed in Blood River Xuehe Laozu's hand.

Gently gripping the flying sword, Blood River Xuehe Laozu spoke indifferently.

The Sect Master and Elder Pang exchanged a distant glance, both understanding this person's intent—

Jiushan Sect was unimportant.

The two of them were unimportant.

This Blood River Xuehe Laozu did not even deign to look upon them.

But Sect Niece Zhang—he was determined to obtain her!

Elder Pang halted his steps, gazing toward the peak of the Nine Peaks.

Sect Sister Zhang's figure appeared before everyone.

Her expression was calm as she looked at the shattered great formation, at Elder Pang with his complex expression, and at the main gate.

"Are you Zhang Wuyi?"

Blood River Xuehe Laozu looked at her, his eyes holding a mix of curiosity and delight.

It seemed he truly valued her immensely.

"Merely an early Nascent Soul cultivator; I do not know why the Saint Ancestor values you so..."

"And that Zheng Fa..."

"To actually send me personally..."

Blood River Xuehe Laozu sighed softly.

In his tone, besides bewilderment, there was also deep reluctance.

"Sect Niece Zhang..."

Sect Sister Zhang merely nodded lightly to the two.

Her gaze turned toward the mountain's foot.

The great formation at the base was already shattered; Jiushan Ancestor's aura was extremely weak, seemingly injured by that immortal sword.

Blood River Xuehe Laozu smiled, extended his hand, and blood-colored spiritual energy gathered in the air, coalescing into a palm larger than Jiushan itself, reaching out to grab Sect Sister Zhang.

The Sect Master and Elder Pang exchanged a glance; without time to speak, one spun an array disk, layer upon layer of talisman formations deploying.

Spiritual talismans shot out one after another.

All attempted to block that giant palm.

Yet that palm seemed capable of corroding all manner of spiritual talismans and true arts, bursting straight through every obstacle until it stood before Sect Sister Zhang.

Only then did Sect Sister Zhang seem to react; she leaped upward, hovering in midair, her entire body covered in various spiritual energy circuits, as if connected to the nine mountains.

"Jiushan faces calamity; please..." Her cold voice echoed through the mountains, "Ancestor, aid me!"