Chapter 516: and translation of chapter title

In an instant, double kill!

Two Yuan Dan Initial Realm died!

"You dare!"

Only then did the magical artifacts and techniques of the other five arrive around Heng Xian.

However, Heng Xian slipped away like a swimming fish, flashing to above Ye Zimei's head, looking down, he lightly laughed: "This is the gate of death! Slay-Heaven Nine Swords, benevolent sword!"

"Hum—"

The all-encompassing benevolent sword intent wrapped down, leaving no thought of evasion.

Ye Zimei's expression turned to great shock; she had cultivated since age seven, formed her golden core at thirty-three, faced countless enemies in her life, yet had never seen such a clean and decisive assassination.

Heng Xian's sword was not only decisive, but also full of variation, carrying a mighty, righteous momentum; this swordsmanship is unlike anything of the mortal world, making one's heart tighten and leaving them at a loss in an instant.

Her right hand had already summoned her natal treasure, the Yin-Yang Shuttle, but she had no confidence to block it.

"Heng brother, don't kill me! Liu Shan Pavilion is not your enemy!"

In the flustered moment, she couldn't help but shout.

Too late!

That benevolent sword had already broken through her natal treasure and stabbed toward her glabella.

At that critical moment, a flash of black light struck the tip of Heng Xian's sword.

It was that slightly plump Yuan Dan Middle Realm man, his forehead beaded with sweat, obviously having exerted his full strength.

"Ding!"

The clash of metal and metal rang out in all directions.

Heng Xian's sword veered, yet cleanly sliced off Ye Zimei's left ear; the sword's resonance stunned her, sending her flying backward face-up.

Heng Xian likewise flew backward, landing steadily on a boulder twenty zhang away, his white robes fluttering, sword in hand, long hair dancing, his bearing transcendent.

In contrast, the opposing side had two dead and one wounded, the remaining four scattered to the four directions, their formation disrupted.

All around was dead silence!

Only Ye Zimei painfully covered her left ear and head, leaning against a large stone, trembling slightly.

Gongsun Li'er and the four others' faces changed!

They had thought Heng Xian strong, but never imagined he would be this strong; in a single exchange, two dead and one wounded!

Even high-level Yuan Dan Initial Realm seemed meaningless before him!

Nothing but silence!

After a full ten breaths, the plump Yuan Dan Middle Realm youth leapt into midair, pointing his long saber at Heng Xian: "Sun Wei, head of the Sun Family of Bei Canghai, I request your instruction!"

As the word 'instruction' fell, the Yuan Dan Middle Realm's aura surged skyward like rolling waves, sweeping all directions.

The steam and demonic qi of half the hot springs surged back and forth, transforming around him into a vast "sea of clouds"!

"Good!"

Heng Xian tapped his foot, rose into midair, the Chi Mei Sword sweeping wide, and he thrust a sword:

"Open the spirits of heaven and earth, command the dark paths, control the nine heavens' thunder; I draw it with my true body, suppress!"

"Boom—"

The overcast sky suddenly exploded with thunder; a bolt of purple lightning flashed and fell.

Lightning and sword merged, vast and unmatched, shaking apart all demonic qi and mist.

Shen Kai's pupils contracted as he bellowed hoarsely: "This is the Tianyuan Sect's protective divine art; Sun brother, be careful!"

"Boom—"

The lightning sword had already descended.

Sun Wei's expression turned grave; his long saber blazed with a blinding red light as he gave his all, meeting it with a slash.

"Clang!"

Light surged and churned.

Ten li of hot springs exploded, the water reversed, rocks shattered and flew.

Gongsun Li'er, Shen Kai, and the others frantically rolled up the wounded Ye Zimei and fled backward.

Sun Wei, bearing the brunt, was caught in the great wave, struck by lightning, flung face-up, flying a full three li before landing hard on one knee.

"Boom—"

Centering on him, a scorching sword mark fell, stretching five li.

His clothes were in tatters, his tiger's mouth split, blood at the corner of his mouth, his body trembling slightly.

"Hahaha, let's go!"

Across from him, Heng Xian laughed loudly, flickered, and vanished at the end of the hot springs.

Silence!

Nothing but silence!

Gongsun Li'er held Ye Zimei on the left, panting heavily.

Shen Kai and Wu Gongzi on the right stood dumbfounded.

The two corpses were already mangled beyond recognition.

Sun Wei remained half-kneeling.

Only after half an incense stick's time did Sun Wei rise, slowly walking toward the hot springs.

Gongsun Li'er and the others exchanged a glance, then silently approached.

Nothing to say!

There was no way to continue the pursuit!

Fellow Daoist Sun, are you alright? Gong Sun Li'er asked.

No problem!

Sun Wei's eyes showed a hint of deep dread and fear, and he said: "Just now he wasn't only hiding in the Death Gate position, but he also set up a killing formation here, an eight-gate killing formation where one takes on seven!"

The entire hot spring was used by him; we simply cannot join forces to kill him!

Fellow Daoists Song Seven and Hu De were completely unable to fight back; if I hadn't exerted myself to unleash my natal magic treasure, Miss Ye would probably already be dead and gone by now!

Gong Sun Li'er's voice trembled slightly: "He unleashed four swords in total—the killing sword intent at great perfection, the punishment sword intent at great perfection, the benevolence sword intent at great perfection, and finally the Tianyuan Sect's protective divine art; truly worthy of the title Sword Venerable!"

Young Master Wu said with lingering fear: "Each sword felt as if he had rehearsed it countless times beforehand; at his age, how many years has he trained in swordsmanship? This isn't fleeing—it's outright slaughtering us!"

Sun Wei abruptly looked at Shen Kai: "Are all disciples of the Fourteen Great Sects this terrifying?"

Shen Kai's mouth curled with a hint of bitterness: "Under thirty, it seems only he himself is this terrifying; this guy once had an even more frightening record!"

Then why didn't you mention it earlier?

Ye Zimei finally came to her senses, her eyes still holding the palpitations of having survived a calamity, and she shouted angrily.

Shen Kai gave an embarrassed laugh: "Long time no see, my cultivation has improved quite a bit, I had thought..."

Several people fell silent, speechless.

Sun Wei waved his hand: "We can't chase him! The important thing is, our spiritual power is exhausted; we have no strength left to pursue! Let's go back!"

……

Fine rain drizzled continuously, and the dense forest exhaled a warm vapor.

Heng Xian staggered forward with his steps.

He too had exhausted his spiritual power, even feeling somewhat faint.

Just now, Ye Zimei and the others were not cats or dogs; they too were Golden Core cultivators with high attainment, hard to kill, and each strike required their full strength.

In this damned place, spiritual energy is absorbed too slowly; after this battle, at least a day is needed to recover.

He glanced back toward the direction of Bu Fan and the tent, not knowing how Bu Fan had concealed the tent; the journey was several hundred li, and he himself lacked the strength to walk back, hoping they would not be found.

Thinking this, he walked to a stone ahead and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, his face darkened.

Because a person appeared opposite him, someone who had materialized out of thin air.

Instant movement!

Nascent Soul expert!

On his face he wore that slightly evil dog-face mask.

Tu Xiu!

He made no other movement, simply standing there casually, gazing at Heng Xian.

Heng Xian couldn't see his expression, but he could guess that beneath the mask there was surely a sneering smile.

I give you three sentences' chance—beg me not to kill you!

Tu Xiu's voice was hoarse, yet it held no mockery, no killing intent, nor any gentleness, making his true purpose inscrutable.

Heng Xian immediately opened the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram, but this calculation caused his expression to freeze instantly.

Your time is short!

Tu Xiu said.

Heng Xian exhaled, forced himself to stand, and calmly looked at him: "Actually, one sentence is enough!"

Tu Xiu lightly said: "That was the first sentence!"

Heng Xian fell silent for a moment: "We are from the same sect!"

Tu Xiu's deep, calm body suddenly stiffened.

Heng Xian didn't pause again; he pushed off with all his strength and lunged toward the nearby ravine.

Tu Xiu looked at him, struck like lightning, and sent a palm crashing down.

The palm shadow was black as ink, within which evil spirits howled and judges demanded lives, making anyone who saw it feel a chill in their heart.

Bang!

Heng Xian had no ability to resist; he was heavily struck by the palm and fell into the ravine.

Tu Xiu's figure instantly vanished from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already above the turbid, demonic-energy-filled, rushing waters beneath the ravine.

Yet there was no trace of Heng Xian anywhere around.

He remained silent for a while, then removed the dog-face mask, revealing a slender face.

A gust of wind blew past, lifting his collar and exposing a "Tianyuan Sect Nine-Part Thunder Mark" on his left shoulder.

(End of chapter)