Chapter Ninety-Three: Clash of Divine Powers

Outside the cave residence, a fierce battle was raging.

The ground was already strewn with corpses. Countless disciples of Mount Shu Sword Sect kept plummeting from the sky, some with heads separated from their bodies, others pierced through by bone spikes and dying on the spot.

The restriction around the cave residence had already been broken, so Qin Feng simply walked out from within Li Hao Ran’s dwelling.

Seeing bodies falling from the heavens like rain, Qin Feng clicked his tongue.

Those two could no longer even be described as human. They were simply a pair of soul-claiming demons.

At that moment, the two fighting the mysterious intruders were elders of Mount Shu Sword Sect: one was a middle-aged bearded man in yellow robes, the other an elderly woman with snow-white hair. The middle-aged man was Luo Ping, deputy master of Cloud Peak, while the old woman was Bai Ping, an elder of Mystic Origin Peak. Both were Earth Astral Realm cultivators, though the old woman was slightly stronger, at third level Earth Astral, while the middle-aged bearded man was at second level Earth Astral.

Though they were said to be fighting, their situation was simply dire beyond measure. They were being crushed the entire time, with not the slightest chance to fight back.

And the low-ranked Mount Shu disciples aiding them nearby would die in droves the moment they were even lightly touched by the two mysterious figures in combat.

“All disciples of Mount Shu Sword Sect, obey my command. Withdraw quickly, one hundred sword-lengths!”

A sword-length was a unit used to measure the flight distance of flying swords. One sword-length was roughly ten meters.

The one issuing the order was naturally the sect master of Mount Shu Sword Sect, Li Xingjian. At that moment, his silver brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on Death Scythe and Bone Spire, his expression dark and heavy.

Especially when he saw the enormous scythe in Death Scythe’s hand, his eyes narrowed, as if he had recalled something.

These two were no ordinary people.

Nearby, Qin Xinyue had also begun to see through the situation.

From their cultivation alone, the two mysterious men seemed to be only at the initial stage of Earth Astral Realm. Yet the overall strength and combat experience they displayed were far beyond what Earth Astral Realm should possess.

Their attacks were decisive and ruthless, killing as though cutting weeds!

From the cold aura radiating off them, they looked like demons risen from piles of the dead, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

“Although Peak Master Luo Ping and Elder Bai Ping are only of middling cultivation, at least they possess some minor divine abilities. Not only can they not fight back, their lives are also in grave danger!”

As he spoke, Luo Ping was already defeated. One of his arms was torn clean off by the demon covered in bone spikes, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

That was only because Bone Spire still had Li Hao Ran in his other hand, leaving him unable to fully unleash his strength with just one arm.

Fortunately, Luo Ping had a defensive treasure armor bestowed by the Great Elder. With a flash of azure light, although several cracks appeared, he was spared from being ripped in half by Bone Spire. Even so, he had lost too much blood; once defeated, he immediately fell unconscious. That defensive armor was likely ruined as well.

Li Xingjian gestured for several disciples of Mount Shu Sword Sect to carry Luo Ping away.

Then he turned his gaze to Death Scythe and Bai Ping, who were still locked in combat.

All of this was seen by Qin Feng as well.

“Even now, he still has no intention of going up to help?” Qin Feng sneered inwardly. This Li Xingjian really was a fine sect master. When his own people were injured, he did not even crease his brow. It was plainly a case of sending the two up as cannon fodder first, to probe the enemy’s abilities and strength.

Luo Ping’s defeat delivered a heavy psychological blow to his companion.

Once the mind’s defenses loosen, a gap immediately appears in one’s guard.

Taking advantage of Bai Ping’s momentary distraction, Death Scythe’s figure swayed and suddenly split into countless afterimages, flashing repeatedly through the sky. The vast sea of black-robed silhouettes made it impossible for Bai Ping to distinguish the real from the false. Just as she was about to focus her full attention and lock onto Death Scythe’s true body, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her throat, and then her head and body were separated.

Bai Ping did not die immediately. She watched helplessly as her body fell uselessly from the sky, and only then did her vision go black and she lose consciousness completely.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd.

Death Scythe’s beheading strike.

Eerie. Shocking.

This attack left everyone present deeply wary.

It could be said that apart from Li Xingjian, who was at Heaven Astral Realm, very few of the Earth Astral Realm elders present had clearly seen how that scythe had cut off Bai Ping’s head.

Even many who had kept their divine sense locked on Death Scythe had their brows furrow.

Because within the range of their spiritual perception, Death Scythe had not moved at all.

This was far too shocking.

“Someone, collect Elder Bai Ping’s body!”

Li Xingjian’s brow lifted slightly as he waved and ordered.

The several Human Astral Realm disciples of Mount Shu Sword Sect behind him exchanged looks, none daring to step forward to retrieve Bai Ping’s corpse. Instead, from behind a nearby woman in ceremonial dress, a young and lovely woman flew out and landed directly on the ground. Bending down, she carried back Elder Bai Ping’s shattered remains.

Qin Feng recognized her.

Huo Siyan.

That gave Qin Feng a somewhat different impression of Huo Siyan.

“Tsk, tsk.”

“A huge Mount Shu Sword Sect, and it is full of cowards. Not one of them has more nerve than a woman!”

Though Death Scythe’s sinister laugh was not loud, once it reached everyone’s ears, all of them lowered their heads in shame. Li Xingjian gave a cold snort and turned back to glance icily at the disciples behind him.

That one look made the few disciples behind him turn icy from head to toe. Clearly, after this was over, their own disaster was not far away.

“Li Xingjian, you’ve already tested us. Stop hiding in the back like a turtle pulling in its shell. Come, draw out your Immortal-Slaying Divine Sword and come trade a few blows with this old man! Let me see whether your strength is really as the rumors say, or whether you are just a hypocrite riding on false fame!”

“Hmph!”

Those words filled Li Xingjian with murderous intent.

“Killing you does not require the Demon-Subduing Sword!”

As he spoke, Li Xingjian joined two fingers as though they were a sword and pointed through the air at Death Scythe. A streak of starlight flickered at his fingertips, and Death Scythe’s pair of eerie green eyes suddenly contracted.

“Great Wilderness First Cloud, One Finger to Destroy All Living Things!”

In the next instant, a sword beam like a rainbow appeared before Death Scythe without warning, its target straight for his forehead. The attack seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet in Death Scythe’s eyes it was immensely grave.

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to evade.

No matter how Death Scythe blurred into phantoms, that finger-sword remained locked onto the true center of his brow. With no other choice, he could only cross the huge black scythe in front of him. With a thunderous blast, he was sent flying backward, and the scythe itself shattered inch by inch.

One strike landed.

Li Xingjian pressed the advantage without mercy, following with another finger pointed at Bone Spire. The latter’s flesh and bones exploded instantly in midair, while Li Hao Ran was freed from restraint and dropped from the sky.

Two moves, two victories.

The whole crowd was stunned.

Li Xingjian was formidable, but this level of prowess still left everyone in awe.

“Could it be that the sect master has already comprehended the Ten Wilderness Clouds Sword and gained true insight into it?”

“Yes, judging from the finger-sword technique the master just displayed, it was overwhelmingly domineering. I have never seen anything like it before. It must have been a divine method he悟得 from the newly acquired Ten Wilderness Clouds Sword.”

The crowd below erupted in delight.

Yet Li Xingjian’s expression remained grave.

Sure enough, a flash of black qi appeared in the air, and Death Scythe’s figure once again surfaced overhead. In one hand he still held Li Hao Ran, who had just fallen from Bone Spire’s grasp. With the other hand he made a summoning gesture, and the shattered scythe instantly reassembled itself. Its aura of death became even more intense, returning to perfect condition.

As for Bone Spire, whose body had just exploded apart, flesh and blood actually floated in the air. After a series of grotesque convulsions, it began to gather toward one direction, forming a huge red cocoon of flesh, blood, and broken bone. Like a heart, it thudded steadily and ominously.

——Divider line——

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