"Watch out! That kid is coming over!" someone shouted from a distance to warn the others.
But it was a step too late. Before the person could arrive, his sword struck first.
After Wait helped a member of the Supervision Hall break free, it sped upward and charged into the black sky.
"Damn it, what is he up to now?"
While several core formation experts stood ready, Xu Xian performed a feint. He unexpectedly charged into the group of foundation establishment cultivators who were attacking Song Qingshu's sword barrier.
Using the strength of his physical body, he sent several people flying upon impact.
Wait descended from the sky at the perfect moment, wounding another. Gripping Wait, Xu Xian drew the sword and slashed once more.
"Retreat!"
Several foundation establishment cultivators failed to dodge in time and were struck down.
A core formation expert watched this scene and cursed furiously.
"Damn your mother! Not this move again!"
One of the core formation experts rushed toward Xu Xian at extreme speed. As he unleashed a killing move, he didn't forget to curse.
"Brat, you are despicable and shameless!"
Xu Xian dodged. As he brushed past the man, he gave a cunning smile.
"War is the way of deception. You don't know shit."
"Coward, if you have the guts, don't run! Fight me head-on!"
"Come and fight me one-on-one!"
"I'll kill you!"
"I'll kill you first!"
Amidst the insults and attacks, Xu Xian’s arrival forced the foundation establishment crowd to pull back their momentum.
The predicament in front of Song Qingshu was relieved. Though he was swaying on his feet, he gritted his teeth and held on.
On the other side, the five members of the Supervision Hall had been imprisoned for over half a month. Their injuries had not yet recovered. Facing enemies of the same realm, they were now showing signs of total exhaustion.
It looked like they were about to be defeated.
In the entire moonlit battlefield, only Xu Xian held a slight advantage, leading the enemies by the nose.
When three people chased after him, he decisively turned around. Holding Wait, he stuck to his original plan and jumped back into the chaotic fray.
Taking them by surprise, he wounded several more.
However, the opponents quickly reacted and began to target Xu Xian specifically.
After a full day of bloody battle, Xu Xian was also injured, and his spiritual energy was heavily depleted.
Now, facing the targeted attacks of a group of core formation experts, although he could dodge and respond with ease, he could only manage to stall them. He could no longer kill them unexpectedly as he had done before.
After all, in the current situation, he neither had the advantage in numbers nor in cultivation realm.
Furthermore, if he wanted to land a fatal blow on a core formation expert, he could only do so with the Green Lotus Sword Song at close range. The enemies had figured out his methods by now and were on high alert. It was extremely difficult for either him or Wait to get close.
Although Xu Xian’s arrival allowed the five Supervision Hall members to breathe a sigh of relief, it was only a momentary reprieve. Their strength was nearly spent, and they could barely protect themselves, let alone share Xu Xian's burden. Instead, the pressure was invisibly transferred to him.
Knowing that the tide of the battle was difficult to turn, Xu Xian could only fight while playing it safe, retreating as he fought...
He intentionally pulled the battlefield toward the vicinity of the three thousand infants. He had already grasped his opponents' mindset. They needed these infants alive.
The opponents were also humans who wanted the infants for their own ends. He bet that they wouldn't dare strike the infants, using this to force back the foundation establishment cultivators who were still lurking in the shadows.
For a moment, the two sides fell into a stalemate.
Song Qingshu wanted to help, but the continuous burning of his essence had pushed him to his limit. He was now kneeling on the ground, unable to move. Only by leaning on his life-bound sword was he able to keep from collapsing entirely.
He was at the end of his rope. He had indeed burned himself out.
Unlike the others here, a day ago, he had just fought one of the two nascent soul experts. In that life-and-death struggle, he had exhausted all his methods.
This battle was merely a forced extension of his life, a desperate final gamble.
He had already done everything he could. Now, the only thing left to do was pray that Nangong Ning and Ruan Zhong could win the battle inside the grotto-heaven.
Even though he knew it was a pipe dream.
He knew that Nangong Ning and Ruan Zhong were in the same situation as him. Fighting until now, if it weren't for the Little Grand-Uncle's explosive combat power, they would have been defeated long ago.
No matter how powerful the Little Grand-Uncle was, he was only one person. A man's strength has its limits...
Was it too much to hope for a miracle? But everything the Little Grand-Uncle had done up to this point was a miracle in itself.
They fought for another fifteen minutes, perhaps longer.
In the shadows, the foundation establishment disciples of the Blood Demon Cave never showed their faces. They hid far outside the battlefield, watching for changes. In short, they would not act until that youth was completely suppressed.
No one understood it better than them. Holding an immortal sword, he was the natural nemesis of those in the foundation establishment realm.
They couldn't outrun him. They couldn't block him. They couldn't beat him.
It was an impossible fight. They would rather besiege a core formation cultivator than get anywhere near that kid. In two nights, he had killed half of their sect brothers by himself. This was no joke.
Outside Snake Valley, the Black Armor Cavalry of Yecheng remained ready, lurking silently. From beginning to end, they had no intention of joining the fray.
Min Zhan was waiting. He wanted to watch the snipe and the clam fight so the fisherman could benefit. He wanted them dead. All of them.
Suddenly, the distant mountain shook violently. Even the entire bamboo forest swayed. In the center of the deep pool under the moonlight, a massive whirlpool appeared...
The lake water poured back into the ground.
Beneath the grotto-heaven, a surge of energy erupted, physically tearing apart half of a mountaintop. A sky-piercing blood-red light roared forth. Half the small mountain collapsed.
The roar was deafening. Dust and smoke rose everywhere, and rolling billows of smog accompanied the fierce winds, sending rocks flying and ravaging everything.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Watch out!"
"Not good, protect the children!"
The sudden scene startled everyone. Then Feng Shisan shouted. Without any hesitation, the five members broke away from the fight and returned to the infants. They lined up, their swords suspended before them, and poured in their spiritual energy.
Five sword intents merged into a single wall, shielding the infants behind them.
The eight core formation demonic cultivators did not take the opportunity to attack. They were equally shocked by the scene before them. Feeling wary the moment the others disengaged, they flew straight into the sky without hesitation.
"Leave first!"
The wind shrieked through the forest like crashing waves. It was only natural to retreat instinctively in such a situation. Even the foundation establishment disciples in the shadows took to the air on their artifacts to avoid the stampede of flying sand and rolling stones.
Xu Xian held his heavy sword and looked back.
The sword wall formed by the five men was as solid as a fortress, like a section of a great wall. He looked ahead again. The moonlight was completely obscured by a vast gray haze. Dimly, he saw broken trees, withered bamboo, and boulders the size of small hills whistling toward them. Everywhere they passed, they destroyed everything, leveling the dense forest in an instant.
Looking up, through the visual sharing of the little book spirit, he saw the eight core formation experts high in the air and a group of foundation establishment disciples fleeing in a hurry.
He did not choose to avoid it. He did not choose to hide. Instead, he drew his sword and charged upward.
"Now's my chance!"
The dust obscured his figure, and the roar drowned out his sounds. He was like a ghost in the dark night, suddenly striking. When the people finally saw a flash of green light, the core formation expert who had previously lost an arm let out a bone-chilling scream.
"Ah!"
The faces of the remaining few turned grim, and they fell into a panic. Who would have thought that in this situation, he would still refuse to let go?
They shouted in fury.
"He's like a rabid dog, he won't let go!"
"This guy is a lunatic!"
"Watch out, here he comes again..."
Xu Xian held Wait across the sky, his clothes covered in blood and mud. His voice was cold and grim.
"Today, even if the King of Heaven himself shows up, I'm going to kill every last one of you!"
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