The lotus leaves reach the sky in endless green; a single sword point traverses the mortal realm...
The misty green sword intent swept across the mountains and seas, and the Qilin made of water exploded with a bang.
It let out a heaven-shaking roar.
“Roar!”
“Aaaah!”
At this moment, the Water Qilin had to accept a reality: alone, he truly couldn't do it.
He couldn't win.
The guy in front of him wasn't human.
He had to run.
So,
He fled. At the moment the twelfth sword struck, he broke out at the cost of one of his arms.
“Brat, you just wait! I'll be back...”
Xu Xian held his sword, and the thirteenth strike rose.
[Ten Thousand Lotuses on One Stem]
The final form of the Green Lotus Sword Song.
Across a thousand miles of ruins, under a dark, heavy sky, countless sword intents emerged from nothingness, transforming into myriad lotuses that bloomed in unison...
The entire firmament was reflected in a wash of pure white.
Caught within, the cultivators, great demons, and spirits who could not escape in time were swallowed and shredded by the streaks of sword intent.
Miserable screams were drowned out by the whistling of swords, and bright red bloomed across the mountains and rivers.
Like blooming lotuses, they added a different color to this sea of azure lotuses.
It was truly like morning sun on leaves after a night of rain,
The world is pure and clear,
As the lotuses rise one by one in the breeze.
Whir, whir, whir...
Boom, boom, boom...
Bang, bang, bang...
“Aaaah, Senior Brother, save me...”
“Hiss... Damn it.”
“Xu Xian, you will die a miserable death!”
“Li Taibai, even as a ghost, I won't let you go...”
Inside the Wendao Sword Sect.
The disciples rose as one, staring outside the mountain gate as the azure light flickered and dappled in their eyes.
What they saw
Was shocking beyond belief.
At this moment, all words and language seemed pale and powerless.
The hum of swords,
The whistle of the wind,
The wailing of great demons,
The weeping of spirits,
The fury of saints,
All blended together in a chaotic din.
Thirteen sword forms rose, cutting down everyone in the world.
The mountains and rivers shattered in fear, the heavens and earth changed color, and the saints fled far away!
He won.
The victory was inexplicable yet entirely without suspense.
A single call for the sword brought a million blades; thirteen strikes decided the outcome.
It was just that simple...
“Incredible!”
“So strong!”
“The Little Grand-Uncle is terrifying!”
However,
The war was not over. The youth's figure was still darting about, and the slaughter continued.
Within the azure lotus sea, a great demon had just struggled to its feet when its head was severed.
The giant Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow flapped its wings to escape to the southeast, but in the next second, it was actually dismembered, its remains scattered across the ground...
The Water Qilin had been overconfident. Its divine abilities were now unable to sustain it, and its River-Blocking Technique could not be unleashed. It fled between the mountains and rivers, scurrying in a pathetic mess like a headless fly.
It was afraid.
At this moment,
When Xu Xian unleashed Li Taibai's former signature technique, Ten Thousand Lotuses on One Stem, the world's powerhouses and old monsters were truly terrified.
Watching the azure lotus sea bloom, they were absolutely certain that the man had not died—he had returned...
Another Li Taibai had been born in Fanzhou and stood tall in the Northern Borders.
No,
That wasn't it,
He was even more terrifying than Li Taibai.
Fear dominated their thoughts,
Stripping them of any remaining will to fight.
Defeat?
It no longer mattered.
All they wanted now was to save their lives.
Bai Ze clutched his blood-red left arm and fled at top speed.
He left the several beast gods he had arrived with far behind. He was indifferent as the Ancestor was hunted by the youth and swallowed by the sword intent.
He had no intention of stopping.
Gritting his teeth, he sprinted away without looking back...
Ten thousand years ago,
He had been defeated by this very sword strike.
Li Taibai had spared his life.
Today,
He saw this sword strike again.
And he had lost just the same.
But he did not dare to linger, for he knew the youth was not Li Taibai; he would definitely kill him.
Whether human, demon, or spirit, those who were lucky enough to survive that sword intent were all just like him.
They fled in all directions at high speed.
The demons of the North Sea headed north.
The beasts of the East Desolation headed east.
The powerhouses of the Central Plains withdrew from the battlefield and headed straight for the east...
The ancestors of the Three Sects had been the last to strike, yet they were now the fastest to run.
Xu Xian was still slaughtering,
Driven into a killing frenzy.
Slaying demons!
Hunting monsters!
Executing saints!
One powerhouse after another fell under his sword, and one bright red bloom after another opened in his hands.
He severed the Water Qilin's head. Though the latter had perished, its tone remained defiant.
“Brat,”
“One day,”
“I will surely have my revenge.”
Xu Xian only said coldly, “Go back and tell your Sovereign to wash his neck. I will come to take it in a few days...”
The great cliff monster was dragged out from underground, kneeling and begging for mercy.
“I was wrong! Spare my life! I'll do anything you want...”
The youth's hand rose and the sword fell; he didn't say a word.
Demon blood,
Human blood,
Spirit blood,
All mingled and spilled, watering the wasteland...
The world's powerhouses
Returned in crushing defeat.
The dead and wounded were countless.
The million beasts of the East Desolation had just set foot in the Northern Borders, a dense black mass intending to trample the entire landscape.
But they saw the Emperor returning alone to meet them.
He was covered in blood, his face pale.
Before they could recover, the Emperor's command already echoed across the sky.
“The Ancestor has fallen!”
“Retreat!”
In a daze and a stupor, they only saw the azure sword light still blooming at the horizon...
“The Ancestor has fallen?”
“That's impossible!”
“Have we... lost again?”
They were dazed, lost, and in disbelief. It was hard to accept, yet they had to. Panic spread.
The beast tide turned around and dispersed with a great commotion.
The demons of the North Sea left behind the corpses of dozens of great demons and lost several demon immortal spirit bodies. They scrambled across the far north, over the seashore, and all the way north.
Only after crossing that invisible line did they look back with lingering fear and unsettled panic...
The great demons staying at that line in the North Sea were shaken to their cores when they saw the return of the surviving demons and their wretched state, having lost more than half their number.
Their eyes were full of disbelief.
They actually... lost?
Azure Dragon Ao Tian,
Azure Dragon Ao Ba,
And two demon immortal spirit bodies arrived before the Lord of the North Sea, their heads bowed and brows furrowed.
Ao Tian said in shame, “I lost.”
Dressed in black cloud furs, Phantom seemed to have already seen everything.
There was no blame in his eyes as he comforted, “It's not your fault.”
Ao Tian remained silent.
Phantom looked back unwillingly toward the distance. There, beyond the endless territories, the remnants of the sword intent could still be faintly seen, humming in resonance.
He sighed to himself,
“The Wendao Sword Sect's fate was not meant to end.”
“This is the fate of my North Sea.”
His words were filled with compromise after compromise...
It was helplessness,
It was powerlessness.
He didn't blame them, because even if he had gone, the outcome would have been the same.
“Let's go back.”
Phantom gave a bitter smile and walked away. His accompanying guards followed.
The demon immortal spirit bodies dissipated.
The heavily injured great demons left.
Ao Ba clenched his fists and asked unwillingly, “Brother, is that it? We're just going to let it go?”
Ao Tian gave a bitter laugh. “What else? Can we beat him?”
“I'm just not willing to accept this,” Ao Ba said resentfully. “Besides, that boy won't let the North Sea off.”
Ao Tian sighed and murmured, “We can only pray that for Sisi's sake, we can have some temporary peace...”
Ao Ba gritted his teeth and questioned, “You all planned this beforehand?”
Ao Tian didn't explain,
And left.
In this world, how many things are truly planned?
It was just that she happened to have a soft heart, and they happened to lose.
That was all.
If you must call it destiny,
That works too!
Ao Ba's dragon eyes turned blood-red as he let out a hoarse low growl.
“Xu Xian!!”
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