Chapter 319: Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman

As someone roared to cheer for Zhang Ting, the onlookers instantly began waving their arms and shouting, soon merging into a deafening, overwhelming roar.

Having been challenged at his own doorstep by Zhang Ting, Jun Shaowei was already burning with rage; furthermore, his strength was inferior to Zhang Ting's, and he had been on the defensive the entire time. Now that the onlookers were cheering for Zhang Ting, Jun Shaowei felt his blood boiling and was so furious that smoke seemed to pour from his seven orifices. He released his Divine Sense, which surged out in all directions like a tidal wave, and roared with a ferocious expression: "Do you bastards all want to die?"

It would have been better if Jun Shaowei hadn't made a threat; this roar only served to further incite the crowd, and thousands of people began to roar in anger, causing the scene to instantly spiral out of control.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Zhang Ting's originally angry face, and he laughed heartily: "Jun Shaowei, the Daoist Friends of the Immortal World have given you plenty of face, but you are being far too unappreciative."

"Zhang Ting, you are courting death, then I shall grant your wish!"

Jun Shaowei roared, flipped his hand to take out a black Jade Slip, and crushed it without hesitation.

"Boom—"

A violent aura swept across a radius of several dozen miles. The cultivators watching from near and far felt a terrifying pressure descend from the sky, and in an instant, their Souls felt as if they had fallen into a frozen abyss.

A phantom of a dark cyan blade, a hundred feet in size, rapidly condensed and took shape a thousand feet in the air. The blade edge tore through the Void, whistling downward while wreathed in flickering electric light, directly slicing through the Void.

"A Fourth-grade Spirit Talisman?!"

"Run!"

In an instant, the tens of thousands of onlookers scattered and fled like a disturbed nest.

Jun Shaowei either didn't act, or if he did, he used an Attack Spirit Talisman refined by a Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator. His target was not just Zhang Ting, but he had also dragged all the nearby onlookers into the fray.

Once this blade fell, it would surely result in a river of blood.

Countless cultivators would even be instantly reduced to dust.

Xu Chen grabbed Lin Qiu Ya, and a pair of illusory Shell Light phantoms emerged behind him. With a gentle flap, he instantly teleported away from the spot.

This was by no means a Fourth-grade Spirit Talisman; it clearly carried a strong aura of laws, making it at least a Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman refined by a True Spirit Realm Great Cultivator.

Even though he was bold due to his high level of skill, he absolutely did not dare to be caught up in it.

Moreover, the spot where this blade was falling was in their direction, clearly aimed at the group of cultivators who had been cheering for Zhang Ting from the very beginning.

Zhang Ting and Jun Shaowei were less than a hundred feet apart, practically within arm's reach. The moment the Spirit Talisman was crushed, an incredibly powerful momentum locked onto him completely.

"Jun Shaowei, you dare!" Zhang Ting's mind instantly collapsed, and he roared with a pale face.

"Hahahaha, what is there that I dare not do? You came to my doorstep to bully me today; do you think my Junwang Hall is a soft persimmon to be squeezed? What of it if I kill you today?" Jun Shaowei laughed with a ferocious expression while simultaneously forming hand seals and slamming them forward.

"Damn, this Jun Shaowei is truly a thug. It's one thing to bully men and women, but he doesn't care about the rules of the Immortal Sect at all when fighting; he has no scruples whatsoever!"

Xu Chen appeared several miles away in a flash. Looking back at the blade phantom that reached from heaven to earth as it crashed down, he felt a wave of dryness in his throat, and his Soul trembled and swayed.

Although he believed his Shell could easily withstand this strike, he was unwilling to become a celebrity and be discussed by others afterward, otherwise, his identity would be impossible to hide.

At this moment, as the blade phantom descended, the entire world seemed to be imprisoned by a terrifying power. The large number of cultivators fleeing in all directions felt as if they had been locked onto by an incredibly terrifying murderous intent, as if a sharp blade suspended above their Souls had already swung down with unstoppable force.

"Help!"

Countless people let out terrified, helpless screams. As the blade light pressed down, a large number of low-level cultivators wailed and plummeted toward the ground like dumplings.

"Oh no!"

Almost at the same time, in the Xianyun Palace atop Langya Mountain, several Elders changed color simultaneously. Accompanied by several powerful surges of Spirit Qi rising into the sky, several giant hands manifested from Spirit Qi appeared out of thin air in the area where the blade was falling, reaching up in overlapping layers.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The blade phantom was unstoppable, slicing through three Spirit-light hands in one go before it finally shattered and dissipated with a boom.

Amidst the earth-shattering tremors, the entire world shook violently, and the out-of-control Spirit Qi exploded, turning into blinding light that permeated the firmament.

Langya Mountain seemed to be experiencing a massive earthquake, with rocks collapsing everywhere.

In the dense clusters of Daoist temples and palaces from the mountainside upward, countless Spirit Arrays instantly erupted with light, releasing intense fluctuations.

Almost simultaneously, seven True Spirit Realm Great Cultivators wearing purple and purple-gold Elder robes appeared at the battle site and atop Langya Mountain. They released powerful Divine Sense and Spirit Qi to cover a radius of a thousand miles. Phantoms of mountains, rivers, and Spirit light flickered across the sky, and the exploding, out-of-control Spirit Qi was quickly suppressed.

This terrifying aura came and went quickly.

From the moment the group of Elders acted to the suppression, it took no more than a few breaths.

But even so, the entire assembly site was already in a state of utter devastation.

On Langya Mountain, there were collapsed rocks and billowing smoke and dust everywhere.

The mountains and plains were filled with the terrified wails of falling cultivators and figures fleeing in panic.

Countless cultivators were so terrified that their Souls were shaken; especially those in the area previously locked onto by the blade phantom, who were all sweating profusely, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion, lacking even the strength to flee.

Zhang Ting stood in mid-air with a pale face. His previous calm and composed demeanor had vanished entirely, and he was almost completely stunned, staring blankly at Jun Shaowei not far away with a look of terror.

Jun Shaowei had also realized by now that he had nearly caused a monstrous disaster, his face pale and twisted, his entire body trembling.

Fighting is fun for a moment, but it brings disaster to the whole family.

Just now, incited by ten thousand people, he had lost control of his mind for a moment and crushed the Spirit Talisman without considering the consequences.

He had indeed long harbored the intent to kill Zhang Ting due to his repeated provocations.

But high-grade Spirit Talismans were not part of one's own strength; therefore, they could be used, but only in special circumstances where one's life was under extreme threat, absolutely not in such exchanges of martial prowess between cultivators.

Although the major Immortal Sects were each protective of their own, they also cherished their reputation and face even more. After all, the common rules of the Immortal World still had to be followed. If one were to kill at will during disputes between peers, then the rules would cease to exist, they would be unable to coexist peacefully, and an organization like the Immortal Alliance would have no reason to exist.

A Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman was already far beyond the means of a sparring match between Danyuan Realm cultivators.

Even a Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator could not resist it at all.

If it weren't for the group of True Spirit Realm Elders of the Immortal Alliance acting simultaneously just now, had this strike landed, not to mention Zhang Ting being reduced to ashes, at least a thousand people at the scene would have been killed or injured.

"Chuchenzi, is your Longhu Dojo planning to slaughter everyone at the Immortal Alliance Assembly and make enemies of all the Immortal Sects in the Divine Continent?"

Qiyunzi, the Great Elder of the Thunder God Hall, who wore purple-gold robes and a purple-gold crown, roared at another old Daoist not far away who was also dressed in purple-gold Daoist robes and a purple-gold crown.

Chuchenzi's face was twisted out of shape, his wrinkles piled together, making him look exceptionally ferocious.

He reached out and grabbed, and a Spirit-light hand detained Jun Shaowei in front of him. He raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face, roaring: "Jun Shaowei, have you eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard, to actually dare use such methods against a fellow Daoist!"

"I... I..." Jun Shaowei was almost shaken out of his body by this slap, his face drained of all color in terror.

"Hmph, if Junwang Hall does not give the Daoist Friends of the Divine Continent a reasonable explanation for this matter, then wait to be dealt with by the Elder Council!" Qiyunzi snorted coldly, and with a swirl of Spirit Qi, he took Zhang Ting and disappeared.

The remaining few Elders in purple robes also glanced coldly at Chuchenzi, then teleported away one after another.

Chuchenzi's facial muscles twitched violently, and he roared: "Taihuazi, look at the good deed you've done! Take Jun Shaowei away, confine his Soul, and wait for the Elder Council to dispose of him."

"Yes!" A great cultivator in black robes flickered into existence, grabbed Jun Shaowei with a similarly twisted expression, and turned to vanish.

The scene fell into silence.

The tens of thousands of cultivators who had already scattered in chaos were now panicked, yet felt as if they had escaped death, each of them filled with lingering fear and relief.

If not for the swift intervention of a group of Immortal Alliance Elders, one could only imagine how many casualties there would have been by now.

Judging by the attitude of the Elder Council, Jun Shaowei would likely be stripped of a layer of skin even if he didn't die this time.

As for the other protagonist of the incident, Zhang Ting, he would likely not escape punishment either and would probably suffer quite a bit.

Of course, as for the person who incited this conflict, Lan You of Yuqing Hall, no one knew if she would be punished.

In fact, from beginning to end, no one had seen her since the battle started; it was as if she had never appeared at all.

Xu Chen released his Divine Sense to search carefully around Langya Mountain, and finally, near the seaside at the foot of Langya Mountain, he saw a beautiful figure dressed in a black skirt with a Sword Box on her back.

However, she was currently standing on a reef towering several dozen zhang high, gazing out at the azure sea in the wind.

The sea breeze fluttered her dress, revealing her delicate figure, frozen like a statue.

It was as if everything that had just happened had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Xu Chen did not care at all how the Elder Council would deal with Jun Shaowei and Zhang Ting, because these people had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, they were heaven-gifted Disciples from super Immortal Sects, the kind who grew up with rare Spirit Pills in their mouths; they were clearly not in the same class as an orphan like him who had been lonely and miserable since childhood.

Should he go and meet her or not?

Xu Chen was somewhat hesitant.

More than half a year had passed since they last parted.

To be honest, Xu Chen still missed this woman with her cold and indifferent temperament; being with her gave him a feeling of special tranquility.

It was just that his current disguise was so good that even his sect Elders and senior brothers and sisters couldn't recognize him, and Ling Yuzhen had deliberately made him look so ugly that he feared he would only be asking for trouble if he went up; if he were mistaken for a lecher with ill intentions, he might even get beaten up.

Lan You's temper was not exactly good.

"Daoist Friend Xu, it seems the storm has passed. Where shall we go now?" Lin Qiu Ya actually felt quite refreshed at this moment.

After all, Junwang Hall had caused such a huge scene, and Jun Shaowei, who had previously prepared to bully him, seemed to be facing severe punishment; this was simply instant karma, so it was impossible for her not to be in a good mood.

Xu Chen thought for a moment and said, "Daoist Friend Lin, you should go back first. To that same teahouse; I've encountered an old friend and will go over to say hello!"

"Very well, then Daoist Friend Xu, take care!" Lin Qiu Ya did not think much of it, and after bidding farewell, she released a Flying Sword, stepped onto it, and turned into an Escape Light, quickly heading away.

Xu Chen composed his mood, unfolded his figure, and headed toward the seaside.

(End of this chapter)