Bu Yining and Yao Zhijian led the crowd, charging toward the city walls near the banks of the Wild River and colliding head-on with the demon race.
"Stop them!"
"Vile beasts, you dare return?"
"Kill!"
The many beast emperors of the East Desolation launched a fierce assault.
"Break through!"
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
"Without Xu Xian, you lot are nothing..."
An explosive battle between seventh stage experts was triggered instantly. Though the few dozen members of the Wendao Sword Sect blocked an enemy force three times their size with fearless blades, they inevitably fell into a disadvantage.
"Hold the line!"
"Block them and buy time for the Little Junior Martial Uncle..."
"Overestimating yourselves!"
"You cannot stop this venerable one!"
Demons charged, humans blocked; beastly might ravaged the area as sword qi crisscrossed the sky.
Half of the high city walls were reduced to dust. Heaven and earth blurred into a single color as the foundations of the mountains shook and the lakes overflowed...
Inside the city.
The weak retreated, staying far away from the vortex. The Central Plains experts, led by the Three Sects and Six Schools, saw that more than half of the Wendao Sword Sect's powerhouses were currently occupied with the demon race.
Recognizing this as the perfect opportunity, they were unwilling to compromise and were determined to take a gamble.
One after another, they struck out, pressing toward the blood-colored elk.
"Get out of the way!"
"Attack together!"
Wen Qingxue didn't say a word; she drew her sword and began to fight. "Then we fight."
The rest of the Wendao Sword Sect disciples struck out as well. As they closed in on Xu Xian's position, they became entangled with the Central Plains cultivators.
Techniques boomed and collided.
The scene was momentarily chaotic.
From time to time, the cursing and complaints of cultivators could be heard.
"Wendao Sword Sect, you actually draw your swords against your own kin?"
"The Wendao Sword Sect is far too overbearing. This auspicious beast does not belong to your family alone!"
"Do you truly think we fear you?"
"If you want us to stop, keep dreaming!"
"Opportunities of heaven and earth belong to whoever can grab them. You cannot stop us!"
The Wendao Sword Sect was outnumbered and had no desire to argue. They simply kept swinging their swords, buying time for Xu Xian.
They had confidence in Xu Xian. As long as he could subdue the auspicious beast, no one in the entire Demon Suppression Abyss would be able to stop him.
The Wendao Sword Sect was the one that broke into Spirit Elixir City, and Xu Xian was the one who found this blood-colored elk. Now, everyone wanted a piece of the pie.
In their dreams.
The Wendao Sword Sect would never compromise.
The low-level cultivators watching were completely stunned to see their own people fighting each other.
It was understandable yet difficult to accept, especially for the rogue cultivators and demon hunters who did not belong to the Three Sects and Six Schools.
All of them felt the injustice on behalf of the Wendao Sword Sect.
In their eyes, the ownership of this auspicious beast was beyond question—it should belong to the Wendao Sword Sect and to Xu Xian, whether by merit, reason, or morality.
The Wendao Sword Sect had sacrificed the most, killed the most, and fought the most brutal battles.
Under Xu Xian's leadership, they had even achieved the unprecedented feat of driving the demon race out of this city.
Whether it was these onlookers or the Three Sects, everyone had taken advantage of the situation and picked up scraps.
And now, this was the result.
Turning around to meet each other with blades.
You were cowardly against the demon beasts, yet you strike with full force against your own people. What kind of behavior was this?
But even if they were dissatisfied and felt the injustice for the Wendao Sword Sect, they only complained a few words or cursed silently in their hearts.
Intervene?
With what?
They were weak and their words carried no weight; they could only look out for themselves.
"This is too unprincipled."
"They're taking it too far."
"Is there no morality left? No humanity?"
"Forget it. The path of cultivation is a struggle to begin with. Have you stayed in Demon-Slaying City this long and still don't understand? When profit is at the forefront, never mind the same race—even siblings will kill each other."
"Sigh..."
The Wendao Sword Sect cultivators below the seventh stage saw their sect's experts being besieged by both humans and demons. The fury in their hearts burned like a torrential fire; they didn't care whether they could win or not.
With rage surging in their hearts, they drew their swords and joined the battle.
"Fight them to the end!"
"We're going in too!!"
"Treacherous, shameless scoundrels!"
Several factions became entangled. The battlefield was no longer a single area; instead, they quietly merged into one massive brawl.
The demon race roared, vowing to crush the humans.
The Central Plains experts cursed, calling the Wendao Sword Sect overbearing for trying to keep it all for themselves.
The Wendao Sword Sect's blades ravaged the field, intending to slay demons, kill people, and stop both humans and demons alike...
Besieged from both sides, the Wendao Sword Sect members had to move closer to Xu Xian's position, shrinking the battlefield. However, they were ultimately outnumbered and fighting on multiple fronts. Many seventh stage cultivators and seventh-grade beast emperors managed to break through the defensive lines.
They appeared at the center of the battlefield where the man and the elk were entangled.
Their goal was clear.
Just like Xu Xian, they wanted to capture the blood-colored elk.
The blood-colored elk was already struggling enough against Xu Xian, taking a passive beating and looking utterly wretched.
Now, a group of seventh stage experts had arrived, all coming for it.
Unable to split itself, it had reached the limit of its suffering and almost wanted to die.
It wanted to run.
But there was nowhere to go.
It was trapped between heaven and earth, with no way out!
It was beyond frustrated.
Xu Xian's state of mind was also exceptionally chaotic at this moment, with hostility rising within him. The auspicious beast before him was naturally not his match.
Beating it into submission was only a matter of time.
Unfortunately, this beast possessed some strangely demonic divine abilities.
It could easily summon wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and could even transform into blood mist. Most importantly, it possessed the ability to tear through space.
It could teleport and flicker within a certain range.
Furthermore, it could predict his attacks.
Every time he used a finishing move, the beast would somehow manage to neutralize it in the end.
Additionally, its recovery power was not at all inferior to his own acquired sword body.
Although Xu Xian had not had much experience fighting others since he began cultivating—aside from that year in Yecheng and now in the Demon Suppression Abyss—both of these battles were chaotic brawls.
In that battle seven years ago, as a foundation establishment cultivator, he had fought other foundation establishment, core formation, and nascent soul cultivators. He had been invincible among his peers, with no one able to withstand a single blow. Today, as a soul transformation cultivator, he moved like a fish in water against beast kings and beast emperors.
He was invincible even across realms.
The auspicious beast before him was arguably the only existence he had ever encountered that could tangle with him at the same realm.
If not for the assistance of the Little Book Spirit’s divine ability, the Pupil of Insight, he truly might not have been able to do anything to it.
At this moment.
The Little Book Spirit hung high in the sky, overlooking the entire Spirit Elixir City. Not only did it share the Pupil of Insight in real-time, but through its mental connection with Xu Xian, it also constantly transmitted the overall situation of the battlefield to him.
The demon race's comeback.
The sudden betrayal by the Three Sects.
The Wendao Sword Sect disciples being attacked from both front and back.
He knew very well that he had to be faster. While dealing with the blood-colored elk, he didn't forget to fend off the humans and demons who had come uninvited to steal the spoils.
He was still searching for the perfect moment—the moment to subdue the blood-colored elk in a single strike.
Amidst the chaotic battle.
A cultivator dressed like a Daoist suggested, "Young friend Xu, why don't we work together? We can kill these few beast emperors first before taking this auspicious beast."
Xu Xian snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
"Does it look like I need your teaching or your help? I can take care of you along with them. Get lost."
The Daoist was rebuffed, his expression looking worse than if he had eaten filth.
Suddenly seeing an opening, Xu Xian narrowed his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged forward.
The opportunity was fleeting.
Naturally, he could not afford to hesitate.
"Now!"
He took a step forward, suspended high in the air. At the very moment the blood-colored elk tried to pull away and tear open a spatial rift again, he forcefully unleashed the seventh sword of the Green Lotus Sword Song.
He chanted in a low voice, "The Green Lotus Withers, Sorrows of Autumn!"
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