Chapter 88

Swish, swish, swish!!

Pure Yang sword qi that blazed skyward, carrying an endless intent of slaughter, surged forth with the momentum of a comet streaking toward the stars, and shot forth to kill!!

Every tiny sword transformed from the Pure Yang sword qi radiated razor-sharp brilliance, piercing straight to the marrow, glittering dazzlingly!

Facing such an overwhelming might, the Purple Mansion cultivators among them had no way to block it.

Amidst heart-wrenching wails brimming with unwillingness.

Their yuan force barriers were fragile beyond measure before the Pure Yang sword qi, like a sheet of white paper, and in the blink of an eye were riddled full of holes, blood pooling on the ground, their lives snuffed out!

And Koutong Guang off to the side was in no better state.

Under this Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor that Jiang Daoxuan had cultivated to the Perfection realm, it was like using a cannon to swat a mosquito — the enormous gap instantly produced a crushing, dimension-shattering effect upon him!

So much so that before he could withstand even a single exchange, Koutong Guang ended up in an especially horrifying, wretched state!

The cultivation base of the sixth level of the Primordial Sea realm he had always taken pride in was now utterly useless.

Even the minor accomplishment Sword Intent he had grasped was like a lone boat fallen into the great sea, instantly capsized and swallowed by the waves, possessing not the slightest power to resist!

After three breaths, the Pure Yang sword qi lingering in the air completely dissipated.

And on the ground lay six more corpses, flesh and blood mangled, not a single patch of intact skin remaining on their bodies.

Jiang Daoxuan withdrew his gaze, face neither flushing nor his heart skipping a beat.

For others, the Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor consumed an enormous amount and could only be used as a final trump card — but for him, clearly, it was not so.

He briefly sensed the yuan force remaining within his Primordial Sea, then divided it by the expenditure from the Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor he had just unleashed.

Very quickly, Jiang Daoxuan arrived at a conclusion.

The expenditure of a top-grade Heaven-rank sword move was indeed "enormous."

Judging by his current state, he could at most use the Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor another hundred or so times.

Once he exceeded that, his Primordial Sea would face withering, leaving him unable to mobilize yuan force to fend off the enemy, and he could only rely on his physical body to settle the fight.

If he wished to mobilize yuan force again, he would have to rest for a long time to replenish it before his body's yuan force could once more brim full.

Just as Jiang Daoxuan was pondering in silence.

The surrounding disciples of Qianshan Sect had long been scared out of their wits, all falling into a petrified state.

No one could have anticipated such an outcome.

Even their own illustrious Sect Master, together with several Elders, joining forces — all of them had been slain in a single move by this white-robed man before their eyes!

Why would such a terrifying figure come to our Qianshan Sect? And how are we supposed to resist him?!

Despair showed on every face, hearts bitter beyond measure; some were even scared to tears, collapsing to the ground.

In an instant, to preserve their lives, everyone flung the weapons in their hands onto the ground, then turned to face Jiang Daoxuan, dropped to their knees one after another, and began to beg for mercy.

"My lord, spare my life, my lord!"

"I've only just joined Qianshan Sect for less than three days — I'm still nothing but an outer disciple, and the cultivation method I practice is still my family's own; I never even got the chance to cultivate the sect's method. Please see clearly, my lord! I barely have any connection to Qianshan Sect at all!"

"Same here, mate! Ever since I joined this Qianshan Sect a year ago, I've been stuck in the outer gate. Those inner-senior brothers humiliate us in every way, dump every dirty, tiring job on us. We've been bullied by the sect for ages — we would never go looking for trouble with you, my lord, on the sect's behalf. Please leave us a way out, my lord!"

"Although I am an inner disciple of this Qianshan Sect, without the favor of any family or Elder, every step I take is fraught with hardship, and I'm often bullied by the descendants of those Elders. Now that Qianshan Sect faces annihilation, if you spare my life, my lord, I swear I would never in the future offend you, my lord, for the sake of a sect like this!"

"Patriarch Jiang! Do you still recognize me? My father is Zhang Mingyuan of the Zhang family of Wudan City! The old man once had ties with you — that Profound-rank pendant sword you had forged back then, my father also put in no small effort, gathering materials for you, and in the end it was completed."

"Considering the deep bond between our two families, please spare me this once. Besides, I only joined Qianshan Sect for its resources — there's not the slightest bit of sentiment in it at all. Please rest assured, Patriarch Jiang, I absolutely will not go looking for trouble in the future and add to your worries!"

GLOSSARY: Jiang Daoxuan, Koutong Guang, Qianshan Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Ancestor, Pure Yang sword qi, Purple Mansion, Primordial Sea, Sword Intent, Heaven-rank, Profound-rank, Wudan City, Zhang family, Zhang Mingyuan, Patriarch Jiang, my lord, Elder, Sect Master