Nangong Ning and Ruan Zhong charged in an instant, their life-bound swords, Ningyue and Zhuhun, slashing out simultaneously.
The latter responded in a hurry. In a flash, only the devastation of sword intent and bloodlight remained over the altar and half of the blood pool...
This sudden scene naturally startled the five core formation stage elders who had been guarding the entrance.
Almost immediately, they rushed toward the blood pool, their core formation power erupting.
"Not good."
"Protect the Venerable!"
The remaining six members of the Wendao Sword Sect also launched their attack at that moment.
They rushed out from the blood pool, manifesting their life-bound swords and launching an ambush along the path the five elders had to take.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Scum of the Blood Demon Cave, die!"
The five elders responded frantically, cursing incessantly.
"To hell with this!"
"Damn it, how did it come to this?"
"Kill them!"
Song Qingshu, holding his sword with one arm, rushed the fastest. A single strike pierced through one person's chest, tearing open a bloody hole.
A heavy injury.
"Ah!"
The five members of the Supervision Hall also entangled the other four, momentarily reaching a stalemate.
Sword intent.
Spiritual pressure.
Techniques.
Blade light.
Everything collided.
Xu Xian used the chaos to hide his figure. With the help of the Pupil of Insight, he found the gaps in their defense and struck again from the rear.
"Take my sword!"
"A Single Lotus Appears!"
Clang!
The sword light was cold. Wait, the Wufeng—though he was only at the foundation establishment stage, an immortal-grade sword art was incomparably overbearing, instantly disrupting the four's formation.
One of them recognized Xu Xian's sword intent and was consumed by rage.
"So you're here! I'll slaughter you!"
Xu Xian ignored him and moved in, targeting the weakest among the five, a person at the early core formation stage.
"Wait, go!"
The sword intent howled. With Feng Shisan's cooperation, it slashed toward the opponent's brow.
"Senior Brother, save me!"
However.
Before the words could fully leave his mouth, a cold light flickered, and blood sprayed into the air.
In an instant, the head was separated from the body.
The morale of the Wendao Sword Sect disciples surged.
The Little Grand-Uncle was truly fierce.
It was true they were outnumbering the enemy and had the advantage of a surprise attack.
But the Little Grand-Uncle was merely at the foundation establishment stage, yet he had torn through the enemy's defense in such a short time and even insta-killed one. This combat power made even those in their peak state feel inferior.
Most importantly.
He was brave and decisive.
His mind was also meticulous, able to find the opponent's weakness in the shortest time; it was truly rare.
One of them couldn't help but shout loudly:
"Little Grand-Uncle, beautifully done!"
Xu Xian acted as if he hadn't heard, evading an enemy's killing move with a step and rushing toward Song Qingshu's position. As he moved, Wait flew back to him.
"Little Song!"
Song Qingshu understood immediately, sealing off the opponent's path.
The person, already heavily injured by the sneak attack, was no match for the one-armed swordsman in front of him and could barely protect himself. Now that Xu Xian had suddenly joined the fray...
He was unable to escape and, caught between two fires, fell into a panic.
"You all truly deserve to die!"
He used his core formation cultivation to manifest a blood-red barrier, attempting to neutralize Xu Xian's killing move.
But to his surprise, the heavy sword was like a chopstick piercing through tofu. It effortlessly punctured his protective true qi and simultaneously pierced through his dantian.
Puchi.
A sharp pain hit his abdomen.
The sword entered from his back and emerged from his chest.
He lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the sword, then back at Xu Xian. With a contorted face, he spat out two words:
"Good sword!"
Before he could look up.
Song Qingshu had already arrived. With a sweep of his sword, another person fell.
The situation on the battlefield by the blood pool shifted.
It had been five against seven.
Now it was seven against three.
The remaining three saw the situation. Where would they find the heart to care about the Venerable being besieged above the blood pool? They had only one thought.
Run.
If they didn't run, they would die.
The world knew.
To fight a disciple of the Wendao Sword Sect, one either had to be an entire major realm higher than them.
Or, if in the same realm, one needed at least twice their numbers to even stand a chance.
If the realm was lower or the numbers were fewer...
Don't hesitate.
Run immediately.
As long as the green hills remain, one doesn't need to worry about firewood. Avoiding their edge was the best strategy.
In the current situation, although everyone's realm was similar, and they still had backup.
Their numbers were far fewer than the opponents.
So, running now was not a disgrace.
"Retreat!"
"Go call for backup!"
Xu Xian pulled out the heavy sword, shook it in his hand, and stared coldly at the three trying to escape. "Stop them, leave none alive."
The five from the Supervision Hall continued their assault, Song Qingshu followed closely, and Xu Xian charged out once more, using A Single Lotus Appears again.
His only killing move...
He knew very well.
They didn't have much time left.
At this moment.
The commotion they had caused had already alerted those outside the grotto-heaven.
Soon.
The enemy's reinforcements would arrive. When that happened, they would be the ones getting mobbed.
They had to inflict the maximum damage on their opponents in the shortest amount of time with zero casualties.
The commotion over the blood pool grew louder.
The chaotic battle between the three nascent soul powerhouses continued.
Although all three had been injured before and their strength was discounted.
Even with a sneak attack, Nangong Ning and the other were unable to kill the enemy in a short time.
The opponent was still struggling and resisting.
Though in a pathetic state, he remained unyielding.
"You ants of the Wendao Sword Sect, you are truly despicable! To think you'd dare sneak attack this Venerable! You will die miserable deaths!"
It was a great joke.
'I can sneak attack and plot against you because I am a demonic cultivator.'
'You cannot sneak attack and plot against me because you are the righteous path.'
This was his logic—the incompetent rage of the desperate.
The two did not speak, focusing solely on the slaughter.
They held nothing back.
The battle continued.
Two more of the demonic core formation cultivators fell one after another, and only one managed to escape with his life...
The battle of the cultivators.
It woke the infants who had been drugged earlier. Amidst the explosions and the whistling wind, the space was filled with the cries of babies.
The six did not pursue the escapee.
Song Qingshu glanced back at the three still fighting over the blood pool and said immediately, "Take the children and leave first."
The others did not hesitate.
They poured spiritual power into their life-bound swords.
The swords grew rapidly in size.
Turning into massive blades.
Hurriedly, they transferred the infants onto the sword blades.
Xu Xian also joined in.
Wait was an immortal sword.
After expanding, its size was far beyond what the other six could compare to.
It held several hundred infants, yet even so, the seven of them only managed to take less than half.
"There are too many children, what should we do?"
At the same time.
A powerful aura rapidly approached within the grotto-heaven.
The space rippled, and a mass of black mist surged into the blood pool space, hiding a dark figure within.
[Nascent Soul Stage · Late]
"Not good!"
Everyone's internal alarms blared. Another nascent soul stage expert had arrived.
The Blood Infant Patriarch sensed his companion's aura and shouted, "Old Ghost, save me!"
The black mist expanded, howling as it nearly enveloped half of the blood pool space. A sinister voice echoed.
"Hold on for a bit longer. I'll slaughter these little ones first!"
Ruan Zhong looked at Nangong Ning.
"Senior Sister!"
The latter understood immediately.
"Go!"
Ruan Zhong broke away from his battle and charged toward the black mist. "Your opponent is me! Take my sword!"
"You overestimate yourself!"
Nangong Ning faced the Blood Infant Patriarch.
Ruan Zhong faced the Ghost Mist Patriarch.
The struggle between the four caused the entire blood pool to boil. Chains collided, letting out ear-piercing, sharp metallic clangs.
Rocks kept falling from the surroundings, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking.
The scene was a complete mess.
In the midst of the battle, Nangong Ning shouted to the others:
"Take the children and leave first!"
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