In Fanzhou.
It was known to all that the Wendao Sword Sect possessed a Sword Mound. Any disciple of the Wendao Sword Sect could enter the Sword Mound to find a life-bound sword after reaching the foundation establishment stage.
The lowliest items within were spirit artifacts.
Earth weapons and heaven weapons were not uncommon either.
There were even immortal weapons, and rumors spoke of divine swords hidden within.
Not only did thousands of sects and clans covet this place, but even the Three Sects looked upon it with envy.
Nevertheless, throughout history, those from the Wendao Sword Sect who could actually draw an immortal sword were few and far between.
If memory served, the last person to pull out an immortal sword was named Ye Xianyu. She was now the Sect Master of the Wendao Sword Sect, a giant of the tribulation transcendence stage.
The youth before them, holding an immortal sword, was definitely no ordinary Wendao Sword Sect disciple.
If they could kill him, it would be a massive blow to the Wendao Sword Sect.
And if they could capture him alive and present him to the higher-ups, then glory, wealth, natural treasures, spirit stones, spirit artifacts, and even status would be theirs for the taking.
This wasn't some murderous demon in the night.
To them, he was a walking opportunity.
If he had already matured, they wouldn't stand a chance, but right now he was only at the foundation establishment stage. This was a godsent chance.
Fearless, they scrambled to snatch him up.
"Grab him!"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"No wonder they call you Little Grand-Uncle! Hahaha, just surrender!"
Hearing the strangely excited crowd, Xu Xian only thought they were sick in the head. However, having already been driven to a frenzy by the fighting, he had no intention of letting things end here.
He had made up his mind: today, either he would be the one lying on the ground, or he would kill every last one of them.
"You know I have an immortal sword, yet you don't stay out of my way? Are you looking for death?"
"Hahaha! There are so many of us, why would we stay out of your way? What a joke!"
"A bunch of trash. Killing you lot is like slaughtering pigs and dogs."
In a fight to the death, whether it was a duel or a brawl, one could not lose in momentum. One had to talk tough and strike even tougher.
Xu Xian at this moment was a sight to behold.
His clothes were shredded, and his long hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
His face, back, and hands were covered in a dense network of scars. Blood flowed freely, splashing with every swing of his sword.
Yet, because of this, his adrenaline surged. The most primal power in his blood awakened. Like a wild beast, he forgot the pain and charged in a killing frenzy.
Fortunately, he had a sword body.
Not only was he resilient, but he also possessed a recovery ability far beyond ordinary people.
With the help of his Pupil of Insight and the reminders from the little book spirit, he did not retreat. Instead, he counterattacked against enemies that outnumbered him several times over.
Dodging killing moves one by one, he specifically targeted the weakest ones to slaughter.
Foundation establishment cultivators from the enemy side fell one after another under his blade.
In just a short while, he had managed to turn the tide from being passively beaten back.
A dramatic scene began to play out in the moonlit bamboo forest.
Three core formation cultivators were chasing Xu Xian, while Xu Xian was chasing a group of foundation establishment cultivators.
The core formation cultivators were helpless, the foundation establishment cultivators were fleeing in panic, and Xu Xian was fighting without a care for anything else.
The members of the Supervision Hall, who were already fighting other core formation cultivators, were stunned by the sight.
"Little Grand-Uncle is too fierce!"
"Not just fierce, he's ruthless!"
Meanwhile, the demonic cultivators fighting them had dark expressions and cursed under their breaths.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
"So many people can't even take down one foundation establishment brat? You've disgraced the name of demonic cultivators!"
They had originally intended to pin these people down while waiting for reinforcements. Now, it looked like they might have to go support their own side instead.
Moreover, as the fight progressed, the situation seemed to be turning sour. Even the two Venerables hadn't won after all this time, and a thought of potential defeat began to creep into their minds.
It was exactly as Nangong Ning had analyzed that night.
Demonic cultivators were different from Wendao Sword Sect disciples. They joined the demonic path because the righteous path was closed to them, and they were seeking a shortcut to longevity. Therefore, they were fundamentally afraid of death.
Furthermore, they lacked conviction and the courage to find life within death.
When they realized they couldn't win, they developed a psychological urge to flee. Once fear took hold, they became indecisive and timid.
In a battle of life and death, where everything hung by a thread, the slightest hesitation meant death.
With their inner resolve wavering, the scales of victory began to tilt.
Song Qingshu was still struggling to hold on, and the cries of the thousands of infants behind him grew more intense.
He gritted his teeth and held his breath, not daring to relax. Even though he was continuously burning his sword dao origin, he refused to let go.
This was the difference between a disciple of the Wendao Sword Sect and those of the demonic path.
One fought with their life in a desperate situation, while the other scurried away like rats.
Xu Xian continued his assault, slaying the foundation establishment cultivators and sending them running all over the mountain.
"Don't run if you have the guts!"
The foundation establishment cultivators cried out in distress, shouting for help, "Elder, save me!"
The three core formation cultivators were furious yet powerless, blaming each other as they gave chase.
"Stop holding back! If this keeps up, he's going to kill everyone! Just end him!"
"Bullshit! I want to, but I can't kill him!"
"It's like seeing a ghost. How did we run into such a beast?"
The night was dark and the wind was cold as lives were taken at will.
On a distant hillside, a scout reported again.
The Blood Demon Cave forces were failing and had fallen into a stalemate. When asked if they should reinforce them, Min Zhan simply told him to keep scouting while he sat firmly on his high seat.
Xu Xian had scattered the dozens of foundation establishment cultivators; they were either dead, fleeing, or wounded. Glimpsing Song Qingshu struggling in the distance, he regained his composure and changed his strategy.
Those fleeing foundation establishment cultivators had already been frightened out of their wits; they wouldn't be a threat for the time being.
As long as he killed these core formation cultivators, the rest would crumble without a fight.
He spread his divine sense over the three men chasing him, silently estimating the distance. Suddenly, he dived into the bamboo forest and then swung around abruptly.
He unleashed A Single Lotus Appears.
In a moment of catching them off guard, he sliced off the arm of one of his pursuers.
"Ahhh!"
"I told you to stop chasing me!"
"Kill him!" The other two, seeing Xu Xian's sudden counterattack, knew it was an opportunity. They didn't hold back at all and lunged at him in the blink of an eye.
Xu Xian didn't hesitate either. In mid-air, he sheathed and then drew his sword again—another A Single Lotus Appears.
He forced the two attackers back.
"That move again!"
"Is that the only move he knows?!"
As for Xu Xian, he took the opportunity to vanish. At the same time, he activated a technique to hide his presence, darting through the bamboo forest toward the other battlefield.
With his current strength, killing a core formation cultivator wasn't a huge problem. He wasn't even afraid of fighting three at once.
However, it was difficult to end the battle quickly. After all, he only knew one technique: A Single Lotus Appears.
Furthermore, he needed to be at close range to achieve an unexpected effect. The speed of a core formation cultivator was something no foundation establishment practitioner could match. They could stay suspended in the air, whereas he could only jump, use sword control...
And Wait was the one who had to cut them down.
Because he had to jump, run, and sprint, fighting from the ground against an airborne opponent was too disadvantageous.
Equipped with the Pupil of Insight, he was best suited for brawls; the messier, the better. Others only had one pair of eyes, but he effectively had a god's eye view.
In the chaos of battle, he could find the one person who revealed a weakness, close in suddenly, and deliver a fatal blow.
Using one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses—this was military strategy, which Xu Xian had occasionally studied.
"Where did he go?"
The core formation cultivator with the severed arm stared fiercely at the other battlefield and shouted, "There! Chase him!"
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