The elegant young woman suddenly drew her sword and struck first, charging into the fray.
The Great Marsh Sword Intent spread out, causing the mountain springs, streams, and rivers outside the Wendao Sword Sect to boil.
In an instant, the sky sank, the clear day turned dark, and the clouds and mist churned violently.
Jiang Wanyin’s long sword left its scabbard, hanging high in the nine heavens. She pointed it toward the sky and chanted loudly.
“I have a sword... that comes from the heavens!”
As her voice fell,
a torrential downpour began, transforming into a sky full of sword rain that rushed down, severing a thousand mountains.
For a moment, the sword intent raged, and not a single inch of the hundred-mile landscape was spared.
This single sword strike alone
was enough to terrify the world.
Watching the sword intent rain down wildly outside the mountain gate, the disciples of the sect all watched with glowing eyes, their faces filled with admiration.
“So strong!”
“Incredible!”
It was called a single sword, but it was thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of swords. Every drop of rain was a sword, an endless, surging flow...
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have thought that the Sixth Grand-Ancestor’s sword intent would be so domineering?
It was like water—seemingly soft and weak, but once unleashed, it was endless and inexhaustible...
It could not be cut,
nor could it be stopped.
Beyond the mountains, none of the saints were spared; all were caught in the raging sword intent.
Especially those who had just appeared—even though they were prepared, they were still caught off guard.
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow’s movement was hindered, and it covered its head with its wings to block the sword intent. The Peach Blossom Immortal Master transformed his sword intent into a shield to protect himself.
The saint from Zhenwu Mountain held a sword above his head, radiating golden light.
Some scrambled away in embarrassment, while others cursed.
“That wench is so fierce!”
“What a move, the Sword from the Heavens.”
“Damn it, she just attacks without a word. No manners at all.”
“Let’s go together...”
“Get her!”
Since the fighting had started and they were locked onto by her sword intent, they were like arrows on a bowstring—they had no choice but to fire.
They lunged out from the green mountains, either summoning spirit artifacts or manifesting their true forms, tearing through the curtain of rain to attack.
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow took the lead, its demonic power erupting as it tanked the sword rain. It flapped its wings and opened its massive maw, flying against the current.
“Little girl, if this is all you’ve got, then these are just parlor tricks. Watch as this venerable one swallows you whole!”
Jiang Wanyin’s eyes remained indifferent. Her sword edge rose again as she swung a light strike toward the charging powerhouses.
“Riverside Hanging Waterfall!”
With just one move, a great river surged from where the sword edge passed. The river flowed across the sky from west to east, spanning nearly a thousand miles.
The marsh water fell like a waterfall, transforming into a high wall of water. Within it, the currents flowed in opposite directions, waves crashing. Every drop of water and every undercurrent was infused with the blessing of supreme sword intent.
All the incoming enemies were blocked outside the water curtain.
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow was the fastest and was instantly submerged by the river. Caught within, it was torn by countless sword intents, letting out agonizing shrieks.
In just a few breaths, it was struck down from the sky, crashing heavily into the wilderness with a whimpering cry.
Its sky-covering wings were mostly plucked bare, feathers scattered everywhere, leaving several ghastly white bones exposed.
“That wench...”
“I underestimated you....”
Seeing an old monster like the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow suffer such a loss, the others didn't dare to be the least bit careless. They all grew solemn.
“Be careful, this woman isn't easy to deal with.”
“Don't hold back...”
“Give it your all!”
They hovered before the great waterfall, displaying their divine abilities and attacking in unison, trying to tear the water curtain apart and blast it open...
“Strike together!”
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Ear-splitting explosions, like spring thunder, grew increasingly intense. The hanging water curtain and the sky-crossing river were being eroded bit by bit....
The waves they kicked up splashed a hundred miles away.
Jiang Wanyin knew very well that this sword strike could stop them for a moment, but not forever.
She looked back from the sky, her gaze falling in quick succession on Ye Xianyu, the two Guest Elders, and the various Pavilion Elders.
She asked via divine sense, “I will stall these old monsters. Can you all handle the rest?”
At a time like this,
there was nothing left to say. Even if they couldn't, they had to.
Ye Xianyu cast aside her usual laziness, her expression serious and certain. “Don't worry, Senior Sister. We can handle it.”
Jiang Wanyin nodded slightly and said a single word: “Good.”
Then she turned back and resolutely threw herself into the great river...
At the same time,
dozens of whirlpools appeared on the other side of the river. Before the attackers could figure out what was happening, a Jiang Wanyin stepped out from each whirlpool.
Ten,
twenty,
thirty...
The same clothes, the same face, the same aura, and each holding the same sword.
They were identical; it was impossible to tell the real from the fake, let alone distinguish which was the original body.
Or rather, they were all real, every single one of them...
They lined up in a row, suspended before the water curtain in the heavy rain.
Their gazes were cold and filled with murderous intent.
Seeing this, the invading enemies all changed expression, utterly confused.
A single saint had turned into dozens in the blink of an eye. What kind of logic was this?
An illusion?
A concealment spell?
Or was this girl playing tricks again?
“What's going on...”
“Good heavens...”
“Damn it, we’ve seen a ghost.”
Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the well-traveled saints were stunned by this sudden development.
One of them quickly explained, “Careful! This is her self-created divine ability, the Water Clone Technique. These are all her clones.”
Some who had been in seclusion for too long weren't very clear on this and asked in confusion, “What is a water clone? Which one is real?”
“...Every single one is real. Each can use eighty percent of the original's power. Moreover, as long as one of them is alive, she will not die....”
Hearing the explanation, even these experienced old monsters couldn't help but gasp.
“That's absurd!”
“Such a divine ability exists?”
“No wonder she’s so arrogant...”
“Interesting. This old man truly wants to test it out.”
“If I can't kill her by killing one, I'll just blow them all up!”
At that moment,
the dozens of water clones charged out from the water, swords in hand, to meet the challenge. Each water clone picked an opponent.
The old monsters didn't back down either. Their fighting spirit soared as they charged head-on.
A chaotic battle broke out instantly, a tangled mess of fighting.
Clashes and collisions,
divine abilities unleashed everywhere.
Of course,
there were some ordinary cultivators at the tribulation transcendence stage who had already prepared to fight the water clones.
They thought that even if they couldn't win, they could at least stall them.
But to their surprise, the water clones ignored them completely. Even when they brushed past their shoulders, the clones didn't spare them a single glance.
Instead, one clone flew straight toward the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, which had just crawled back up from the ground.
“This.....”
“Am I not worthy?”
They were being ignored.
After a brief moment of daze,
they gradually came to their senses.
They didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
As grand experts of the tribulation transcendence stage and ancestors of their own factions, they were actually being ignored.
No insult was more unforgettable than being treated this way.
They gnashed their teeth in resentment.
“Whatever! Flatten the mountain gate!”
“Move!”
Since you ignore me, I'll make you regret it. They poured all their resentment into their spiritual arts and divine abilities, tearing through the great river.
They headed straight for the Wendao Sword Sect’s mountain gate.
Thinking about it, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Right now, the saints of the Wendao Sword Sect were all out and locked in a chaotic battle they couldn't escape from. The other saints were also being stalled. This was the perfect time for them to strike.
If they fought their way in, the Wendao Sword Sect’s foundation would all be theirs.
Without the support of Jiang Wanyin’s mental power, the great river was quickly dispelled.
The Wendao Sword Sect’s mountain gate was once again exposed to their eyes.
They didn't hesitate for a moment and swarmed forward.
“Hahaha! Fellow Daoists, follow me and crush this bridge!”
Meanwhile, at the head of the Longevity Bridge, Ye Xianyu was the first to act, summoning her sword to fight.
“To those who trespass upon our mountain...”
“Die!!”
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