Chapter 206
“Qin Luofeng, what good does it do to question me?” Song Chiyue scoffed. “I didn’t cause Huikong’s injuries. His condition is critical, and I’ve ordered my subordinates to do everything they can to help him recover… If you think that’s not fast enough, why don’t you deal with the remnants of the demonic cultivators inside the bronze door while I tend to Huikong?”
Qin Luofeng glanced at the bronze pillar below.
Three disciples from the Yaochi sect sat cross-legged around Huikong, their expressions grave as they channeled energy to expel the miasma from his body.
“How long will it take for you to heal Huikong?” he turned to ask Song Chiyue.
“A stick of incense’s time,” she replied coolly.
“Alright!” Qin Luofeng clapped his sword box, and the Yin-Yang twin swords flew out, one landing in each hand.
“A stick of incense!” With a voice like the clash of metal, he transformed into a streak of light, dashing thirty zhang forward.
Suddenly, the bronze door erupted with purple-black demonic flames, and six demonic shadows emerged, adorned with ancient demonic patterns.
In mid-air, two figures revealed blood-red whirlpools in their eyes. One held a demonic sword, while the other wielded a blood sickle.
As they landed, the surrounding blue bricks shattered into blood-red sand.
A foul wind, carrying the pressure of the Nascent Soul, swept across the scene.
Over a hundred nearby disciples spat blood and staggered back.
They were utterly dumbfounded.
No disciples above the Nascent Soul realm were allowed into the small secret realm, as anyone at that level would be repelled.
So, everyone had always believed that nothing in the small secret realm could exceed the Nascent Soul.
But now… the remnants of a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator appeared! Right before their eyes, breaking through from the Great Perfection of the Golden Core!
All their arrogance and confidence evaporated in an instant!
Qin Luofeng’s black hair was cut three inches by the demonic energy, and as the severed strands floated away, he suddenly accelerated.
The Yin-Yang twin swords crossed, tracing bright and dark trajectories. At the moment their sword energy collided with the demonic energy, a thunderous boom echoed!
The entire underground palace shook violently, and blue bricks and debris flew everywhere.
Song Chiyue watched the sword cultivator charge into the bronze door, a barely perceptible cold smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
She adjusted her long skirt and sat down beside Huikong, channeling her energy. Huikong slightly opened his eyes, and in a fleeting moment, their gazes exchanged unspoken understanding.
More disciples began to flee in panic.
Yet, some brave souls stood their ground to support Qin Luofeng.
Amidst the crowd, a petite figure surged against the tide, rushing toward the bronze door.
【Are you out of your mind? Six Nascent Soul demonic cultivators!】
Mo Shumei’s magic knife trembled at her waist: 【Even if there are six Nascent Soul demonic cultivators, you’re a demonic cultivator too. They might not target you first, but what about Qin Luofeng? If you go over there, they’ll treat you like one of their own and kill you!】
“Shut up!” Mo Shumei’s gaze was fixed on one of the still-unconscious demonic cultivators.
That demonic cultivator held a black knife, and the swirling demonic energy around him radiated a chilling blade aura that shot skyward.
This blade aura was identical to the knife technique she practiced!
More importantly, she sensed the aura of the “Da Bei Fu” (Great Compassion Song) emanating from that demonic cultivator!
She needed to continue cultivating the Da Bei Fu to suppress the magic knife.
She didn’t want to become a puppet of the magic knife.
For freedom, for survival… what’s the harm in fighting desperately?
【Put me down! I don’t want to die with you!】
“You have to help me!” Mo Shumei refused to let go, gripping tighter as she accelerated.
She had already broken away from the crowd, bypassing the battlefield between Qin Luofeng and the two demonic cultivators, charging into the bronze door.
【I’ll help your father!】
“If you don’t help me, I’ll send you to meet your father right now!”
Mo Shumei gripped the knife hilt, pointing it at the still-unconscious demonic cultivator.
While the demonic cultivator was still unaware, this might be her only chance.
She had to draw out the Soul Abyss.
【I don’t have a father!】 The Soul Abyss struggled.
“Then I’ll send you to the Sword Pavilion!”
Clang—!
The Soul Abyss suddenly unsheathed.
A wailing chorus of a thousand ghosts echoed throughout the underground palace.
The chains entwined around the blade snapped one by one, and a tide of blood, like the waters of the Yellow Springs, gradually engulfed the entire blade.
The demonic aura was so overwhelming that even Qin Luofeng, in the midst of battle, found it hard to breathe.
But he had no time to see what was happening inside the bronze door; the relentless attacks from the demonic cultivator remnants were already upon him. Even with his extraordinary talent and various hidden cards, he could only be beaten down by the two Nascent Souls.
He could only hope that Huikong would awaken soon to resolve the formation’s issues.
If that was impossible, then at least open the formation.
…
Meanwhile, at the edge of the formation.
Xu An had already secretly set up the San Cai Sword Formation.
“It’s time!”
At this moment, the demonic energy from the magic formation was being frantically drawn by the remnants of the demonic cultivators inside the bronze door, making it the weakest point.
This was the moment he had been waiting for to break the formation!
Xu An bit his tongue, spraying his blood onto the formation plate.
The formation patterns of the San Cai Sword Formation glimmered with a faint golden light. The sword of Zhen Hepei, a direct disciple of the Cang Jian Peak, was inserted into the formation eye, while the Ice Soul Sword, a direct disciple of Wu Qing Cliff, hovered at the Kan position, alongside Xu An’s Lingxian Sword from Lingyun Peak. The three life swords began to outline the image of the Big Dipper in the void.
“Open the formation!” Xu An roared, his voice laced with blood.
Clang—!
The San Cai Sword Formation erupted into a hundred zhang tall sword curtain, and the moment it collided with the magic formation, a creaking sound echoed.
Zhen He’s sleeves exploded into shreds, and the veins on his exposed skin bulged.
Duang Feng’s seven orifices bled simultaneously, yet his legs remained firmly planted on the ground, unmoving, as the blue stone bricks shattered into dust.
“Someone’s breaking the formation?!”
Huikong suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the edge of the formation.
At this moment, he could no longer pretend to be unconscious. He pressed his hands down, secretly forming seals.
A soul-chilling demonic howl echoed from within the bronze door.
One of the demonic cultivator remnants awakened early, and in the blink of an eye, flew to the edge of the formation, delivering a punch down at the San Cai Sword Formation.
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Chapter 221: Sword Bones (Moon Prayer Lin +1)
Boom—!
The three spirit swords cried out in sorrow simultaneously.
Their respective sword masters also spat blood.
“Hold on!” Xu An shouted, pushing his hands upward as if trying to prop up the heavens.
Zhen He remained silent, his black hair gradually turning white.
Duang Feng’s blood-red eyes fixed on the demonic cultivator: “Break for me—!”
The three of them united their sword intent.
The sword curtain suddenly collapsed into a three-zhang sword energy, wrapping around their life blood and sending the Nascent Soul demonic cultivator flying.
The sword energy slashed again.
Crack—!
The once-sturdy magic formation finally opened a breach.
All of this happened too quickly; from Xu An opening the formation to the Nascent Soul demonic cultivator attacking was barely two or three breaths.
Only then did the disciples of the Sword Pavilion realize what their three direct senior brothers were doing.
As the barrier of demonic energy cracked, guided by the sword formation, over a hundred Sword Pavilion disciples drew their swords simultaneously, suspended in mid-air.
The surging demonic tide at the breach was forcibly cleaved open by the barrier formed by the flying swords.
Duang Feng, mouth full of blood, shouted, “Go!”
The demonic cultivator charged again, a towering fist of demonic flames crashing down on the sword formation.
Boom—!
The Ice Soul Sword began to show fine cracks from the tip, just like Duang Feng’s blood-soaked skin.
Zhen He had already assumed a half-kneeling position, yet he still held his spine as a pillar, desperately supporting the collapsing formation eye.
A disciple in gray suddenly knelt and bowed, “If the senior brother doesn’t leave, how can we survive alone?!”
Before the words were out, Xu An used sword energy to pull him out of the breach: “Fool! Do you want our blood to be wasted?!”
At the edge of the formation, disciples from other sects were already rushing out through the gap created by the San Cai Sword Formation.
But the Sword Pavilion disciples seemed rooted to the spot.
A disciple from Wu Qing Cliff clutched Duang Feng’s blood-stained sleeve tightly: “When the Sword Pavilion was founded, our ancestor set the rule that we do not abandon our fellow disciples! Senior brother, have you forgotten what the ancestor told us that day?”
Behind her, the Sword Pavilion disciples drew their swords in unison, the cold light reflecting off the surrounding demonic energy, momentarily halting it.
Duang Feng’s throat rolled with blood, his left eye already crushed into a pulp from the pressure coming from the sword formation.
He pointed at the disciples’ acupoints, sealing their meridians with his true energy in an instant: “Today, it’s the senior brother who breaks the rules. It has nothing to do with you!”
A disciple suddenly stood up, lunging toward the formation eye, wanting to merge with the sword intent to strengthen the San Cai Sword Formation.
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