Chapter 1227: with translation of chapter title

Kill!

As Yang Ling'er's voice fell, behind her, countless soldiers of the Yong'an Army and many sword cultivators of the Changhe Sword Sect surged forth like two torrents, mighty and vast.

Above the Void, shouts rose to the heavens; Spiritual Weapons were infused with stellar power, and multicolored Divine Light shot up into the sky, while countless sword qi continuously burst forth.

This offensive momentum was like heaven collapsing; even before battle commenced, its aura already surpassed that of the Demon Cloud Sect and the Yunlan Army.

Many Yunlan Army strongmen felt a chill in their hearts, even entertaining the thought of retreating.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor's expression shifted slightly, and he coldly snorted, 'No wonder it's the Yong'an Army; it's incomparable to the rabble of Yunlan Heaven.'

Just their fighting spirit alone made him feel apprehensive.

At this moment, the Changhe Ancestor's killing intent locked onto the Demon Cloud Ancestor, and he said coldly, 'Demon Cloud Ancestor, over these endless ages you have slaughtered the living beings of Yunlan Heaven, serving the Yunlan Emperor as a dog, committing heinous crimes; today I shall take your head here!!'

His target was clear; he strode forward toward the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

Today, Lord Lu is present; he will surely slay this traitor, putting an end to the ancient rivalry between the two hegemonic powers!

Snort!

With each step he took, the sword intent on his body grew a bit more icy, and behind him a river of sword qi appeared directly.

Changhe Sword Intent!

Endless surging sword qi poured down, splashing endless white spray; this river grew wider and more tumultuous.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor gave a cold snort, his feet shifted slightly, and an immensely vast black lake phantom directly evolved forth.

Demonic qi rolled!

His ugly face broke into a cold smile: 'Changhe Ancestor, if today only my Demon Cloud Sect and the Yunlan Army came, we might truly not be a match for you and the Spirit Martial Emperor. But behind us we still have the strong ones of the Gui Palace and the Yao Tian Yuan.'

'We four factions encircle and suppress the Spirit Martial Emperor and Lu Xuan; the advantage is ours!'

The Changhe Ancestor laughed loudly, 'Foolish fool! Lord Lu is right here; if he acted directly, you traitors would be annihilated in the snap of a finger!'

Upon hearing this, the Demon Cloud Ancestor looked toward Lu Xuan's direction; at this moment both sides' camps had already engaged in fierce battle, yet only Lu Xuan lay at ease above the Void, cradling little Nannan in his arms, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor snorted with laughter and bluntly stated the truth: 'In my view, Lu Xuan hasn't recovered his strength and dares not act; he's holding little Nannan hostage as a trump card to protect himself. That's cowardly behavior!'

Impudent!

The Changhe Ancestor flew into a rage, 'You foolish wretch, what qualifications do you have to comment on Lord Lu?'

In his heart, Lu Xuan's status is exalted, invincible beneath the World Tree; how could he tolerate the Demon Cloud Ancestor's slander here!

The Changhe Ancestor spread his palm, directly sacrificing a spiritual sword and slashing toward the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

Die, Demon Cloud old thief!

In an instant, a blade of icy sword qi spanned the distant starry sky, continually drawing sword intent from the Changhe phantom; the sword light kept surging, eventually forming a vast white river of sword qi that poured down upon the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

This sword almost tore heaven and split earth, blazingly bright.

On this battlefield, it seemed only this sword qi remained!

The Demon Cloud Ancestor gave a grating laugh and sneered, 'You old fogey, after all these years you still haven't made any progress!'

His big hand began forming seals continuously; the demonic qi lake beneath his feet started to boil, vast amounts of demonic qi surging toward his palm, and he gave a cold snort before slamming directly at that sword qi.

Demonic Heaven Seal!

Instantly, a horrifying ghost-face seal appeared above his head, neither crying nor laughing, its face covered in dense Dao patterns; this momentum was in no way inferior to the Changhe Ancestor's sword qi.

Go!

The Demon Cloud Ancestor flicked his sleeve, and the ghost-face seal kept expanding, eventually becoming a vast domain-like entity that flew straight toward the Changhe Ancestor.

Boom!

That heaven-piercing sword qi stood directly atop the ghost-face seal; the two were locked in stalemate, and two utterly different Dao Resonances continuously wore each other down, so that in each breath vast amounts of demonic qi and sword qi annihilated, then re-emerged.

One black, one white—the two-colored Dao Resonances roared incessantly!

The Demon Cloud Ancestor gave a heh heh laugh, 'Heh heh heh, anyway I'm not in a hurry; it's you who are anxious? We only need to stall a moment, and the Gui Palace and the Yao army will descend! This time it's the Heitan Sha Ancestor himself leading the descent!'

Upon hearing this, the Changhe Ancestor's expression shifted, 'Heitan Sha Ancestor?'

This person is a top-tier ancestor of several Gui Palace lineages, possessing half-step Dao Lord cultivation!

He is definitely no match!

You traitors! All of you must die!

The Changhe Ancestor flew into a rage, and even more vast sword qi surged forth, slashing toward the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor indeed responded unhurriedly, mocking with a laugh, 'Heh heh, do you know where you lost? It's because you rushed your troops too hastily for quick gain! If the Spirit Martial Emperor's cultivation were restored and he entered the Yong'an Army, how could you remain passive?'

The Changhe Ancestor was furious; at this point, this scoundrel still provoked him with idle talk!

Now the Yong'an Army is racing against time with the Gui Palace and the Gu Yuan Tian; otherwise, how could the Spirit Martial Emperor possibly risk himself!

You deserve to die!

The Changhe Ancestor regrouped and unleashed another terrifying blade of sword qi!

Meanwhile, above the Void, numerous battle rings had already been divided.

Different realms had differentiated into their own battlefields, now engaged in fierce combat.

Xiao Liang rode a white donkey, constantly charging and slaughtering amidst the Demon Cloud Sect crowd.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

His bamboo hat on his head flew off directly, transforming into dozens of icy blade storms; wherever they passed, Demon Cloud Sect strongmen's bloodied heads kept flying out!

Blood splattered!

The white donkey was also excited, continually charging and colliding, saying, 'I kick, I kick, I kick-kick-kick.'

With each hoof it struck, a Demon Cloud Sect strongman had his head blown apart by the kick.

Xiao Liang looked speechless.

This guy is also a warmonger!

He really enjoys kicking people's heads!

On the other side, Xiaoyaozi wielded a spirit sword, chasing the waves, his figure ethereal, roaming Above the Void.

The Carefree Sword Intent, the Chasing Waves Sword Intent, and the Swift Wind Sword Intent intertwined with each other!

His sword aura was immensely strong!

Each strike could slay across ranks!

Soon, Xiaoyaozi and Xiao Alian met.

Both burst into laughter, then stood shoulder to shoulder; Xiao Alian looked at the spirit sword in Xiaoyaozi's hand and said, 'This sword is not bad. I never expected Master to have left you an opportunity as well.'

Xiaoyaozi sighed, 'Yes. Perhaps Lord Lu had already arranged this opportunity for me from the inheritance of the Swift Wind Sword Venerable.'

Xiao Alian pondered, 'Not just that! Know that this spirit sword has been placed in the Long River Sword Sect since time immemorial; it has been waiting for you.'

Xiaoyaozi's heart stirred with waves, 'Lord Lu's strength surpasses our understanding; if he had laid out this opportunity for me in advance, it would be only reasonable.'

Xiao Alian narrowed his eyes, 'Xiaoyaozi, you too must strive hard to become Master's disciple.'

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