Chapter 2385

Before Jin Chen and his companions could act, Liu Qingcheng came to them himself.

After discovering that Li Wu Feng had been rescued, Liu Qingcheng, who could barely keep up the act of Yun Che and True Person Ling Xu's weakness, simply pushed all the blame onto Demon King Li Wu Feng, leading the outer disciples of No-come Peak to surround Heavenly Mountain Peak,

Liu Qingcheng led a large group of outer disciples from No-come Peak, mighty and imposing, as they surrounded Heavenly Mountain Peak, causing the entire Heavenly Expansion Sect to be in an uproar.

The Sect Leader and the various peak elders were alarmed and rushed over, accompanied by countless disciples who had come to watch the spectacle, sealing off the area outside Heavenly Mountain Peak so tightly that not even water could leak through, their gazes either probing or worried, focused on the two groups confronting each other at the mountain's entrance.

Liu Qingcheng stood at the front, his face pale and filled with grief and indignation, gazing at Xie Qingmo, who was surrounded by a crowd at the entrance of the bamboo grove's cottage, his voice choking with sorrow.

"Second Senior Brother! I respect you as my senior brother, remembering your past teachings, but what about you? Have you ever had me, your junior brother, in your eyes?"

Not only have they treated me coldly in every way, but now they are… even… colluding with other senior brothers and sisters to alienate me, … even for the sake of covering up a demon tribe, they do not hesitate…

Don't talk nonsense!

Xingyan couldn't help but step forward, clutching his chest, his face grim, and said, "It's clearly you! You used that heretical way to control us, making us unable to distinguish right from wrong, framing the senior brother, and now you still want to turn the tables!"

Liu Qingcheng seemed to be violently stabbed, his body swayed, his eyes instantly filled with tears, and his gaze toward Xingyan was full of incredulous sorrow.

His voice trembled, "Fine… even if you all think I'm bad, you can't therefore collude with the demon tribe and push all the blame onto me alone—this is dragging the sect into injustice!"

Liu Qingcheng's words, sentence by sentence, portrayed himself as a victim of ostracism and slander, firmly pinning the charge of colluding with the demon tribe onto Xie Qingmo.

Jin Chen snorted coldly, too lazy to listen to Liu Qingcheng's nonsense, and sent a mental transmission: "Xie Qingmo, the opportunity must not be missed."

Xie Qingmo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exchanged a glance with Jin Chen beside him.

Liu Qingcheng was still there, weeping and wailing in his performance, trying to win the sympathy of the onlookers, but the next moment—

"Attack." Xie Qingmo barked low.

In an instant, several figures shot like arrows from a bow, flying toward Liu Qingcheng.

Jin Chen moved the fastest, forming hand seals, and a vast sword qi spread, enveloping the area around the entrance of the bamboo grove cottage.

The sword-intent barrier rose from the ground, completely cutting off any possible external interference.

Lan Yi blew her jade flute sideways; the clear, pure notes turned into countless sharp streams of spiritual energy, blocking the outer disciples who tried to rush forward to protect their master, temporarily repelling and entangling them.

Liu Qingcheng was astonished; he never expected Xie Qingmo to dare act directly under the very eyes of the sect leader and elders, in front of everyone.

"How dare you…!" Liu Qingcheng tried to retaliate in haste, but the attacks coming from all sides left him overwhelmed.

Xie Qingmo's Chen sword thrust straight at the vital point of his dantian, while Xingyan's talismans turned into thunder and fire to block his retreat.

Even Li Wu Feng couldn't bother hiding, he howled as he burst out of the bamboo cottage, carrying the little demonic energy he had just recovered, and slammed fiercely into Liu Qingcheng's back.

Liu Qingcheng was attacked from front and rear, instantly falling into a desperate situation!

"Qingcheng!"

Outside the barrier, Yun Che watched, his eyes almost bursting, wanting to rush into the barrier, but the sword-intent barrier Jin Chen had set up was not so easily broken.

Worse still, as soon as he gathered his breath, he felt a stabbing pain in his dantian like needles, his spiritual power sluggish and strained, his strength far diminished from before; he could only watch helplessly as Liu Qingcheng was besieged, his forehead veins bulging with anxiety.

Liu Qingcheng couldn't dodge the storm-like attacks; his disciple's robe was quickly torn by sword qi, staining the collar with blood.

Yet, the more severely he was wounded, the more blood flowed, and the speed at which those ferocious wounds healed became astonishing.

The sword wounds, with flesh turned inside out, almost healed before the eyes.

His aura not only did not wane from the injury, but instead rose steadily.

A strange spiritual energy seeped out from Liu Qingcheng's dantian in wisps.

"What… what kind of monster is this!" Xingyan panted, breathless, watching Liu Qingcheng grow more spirited the more he fought, on the verge of collapse.

Shi Yan's spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and the power of the stone chains he cast grew weaker and weaker.

Even Xie Qingmo, after several attacks on Liu Qingcheng's dantian were blocked by that strange spiritual energy, found his breathing slightly short, his sword‑hand wrist feeling a long‑absent soreness and numbness, showing a clear decline.

His spiritual power was being consumed too much, while that Liu Qingcheng seemed like an indestructible monster!

"Xie Qingmo!"

Just as Xie Qingmo's body swayed slightly from the recoil of a strong attack, Jin Chen swiftly appeared behind him, supporting his somewhat weakened body at his side.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him, gently kissed his cheek, and said, "You rest; I'll take it from here."

【All done,】Ling Gun Gun again clasped her hands, 【Main God is weary, Host unleashes his ultimate, the protagonist is miserable……】

The instant his words fell, Jin Chen's aura shifted instantly.

His dark robes stirred without wind, and the profound sword intent, like a slumbering beast, fully awakened.

Jin Chen's figure vanished in an instant.

The next moment, Liu Qingcheng felt an irresistible force ruthlessly seize his throat.

He didn't even see clearly how Jin Chen had approached, and immediately afterward, a storm‑like barrage of attacks slammed into him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

This was not a probe, nor was it still seeking a weakness.

It was purely a move filled with killing intent.

The strange self‑healing ability he prided himself on appeared so pale and powerless before absolute power and speed.

He was like a broken ragdoll, seized by Jin Chen and slammed from mid‑air hard onto the ground, blasting a deep pit.

Just as he struggled to rise, he was kicked away, snapping several stalks of verdant bamboo.

As he gathered a thread of spiritual power to retaliate, Jin Chen pointed his fingers like a sword; the sword light pierced that clump of spiritual power and ruthlessly stabbed into his dantian.

"Ugh!" Liu Qingcheng let out a shrill, miserable scream.

This time the wound's healing speed obviously slowed, and the spiritual energy seeping from his dantian surged violently.

Inside and outside the barrier, all was dead silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded as the sword spirit, like a ferocious deity possessing him, pressed the still‑unbeatable Liu Qingcheng to the ground and rubbed him wildly.

Li Wu Feng even more shrank his neck, muttering: "……When this sword spirit goes berserk, it's even more terrifying than our demon lord……"