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Ye Xiaoying moved with remarkable composure, her steps light as she traversed the Cliff as if walking on flat ground. With a swift swing of her sword, she carved a deep gash into the stone wall.
The clash between the two sides sent tremors through the mountains, with debris flying everywhere, forcing the onlookers below to take cover. Jiang Chen stood at a distance, gazing up. Ye Xiaoying's swordsmanship was indeed among the best on Earth.
At that moment, Li Fushi approached Jiang Chen, expressing his gratitude. Noticing Jiang Chen's focus on Ye Xiaoying, he began recounting her past, particularly the incident twenty years ago during the Heavenly Lake Sword Discussion when Ye Xiaoying lost to Ishii Ansei.
"Mr. Jiang, who do you think has superior swordsmanship now, Ishii Ansei or Ye Xiaoying?" Li Fushi asked curiously.
"About equal," Jiang Chen replied. He had witnessed Ishii Ansei's swordsmanship and acknowledged that while their styles differed, each had its own merits. It was difficult to say definitively who was stronger; in swordplay, victories often hinged on minute details.
As for who truly excelled between Ishii Ansei and Ye Xiaoying, it seemed no one could provide a clear answer.
Li Fushi nodded, realizing that Ye Xiaoying likely did not impress Jiang Chen at all. To him, killing Ishii Ansei would be as easy as killing a chicken; dealing with Ye Xiaoying would be no different.
Watching the fierce battle between Ye Xiaoying and the members of Tianlang Palace, Li Fushi couldn't help but shake his head in amusement. They were oblivious to the fact that the Sword Immortal Ruins were already in Jiang Chen's grasp. To him, their struggle resembled children's play—utterly insignificant.
When Jiang Chen decided to intervene, these people would shatter like bubbles, offering no resistance whatsoever.
"Mr. Jiang, when do you plan to make your move?" Li Fushi inquired.
"No rush; it's entertaining to watch," Jiang Chen replied with a playful smile.
The Cliff was rugged and overgrown with weeds. Ye Xiaoying faced off against seven elders from Tianlang Palace without losing ground.
Jin Weichu furrowed his brow; Ye Xiaoying was avoiding direct confrontation and using the terrain to her advantage. If this continued, she alone could exhaust all seven of them.
"Everyone, let's activate the Tianlang Qiankun Formation," Jin Weichu instructed.
"Agreed," the other six elders nodded in response.
The Tianlang Qiankun Formation was a multi-person formation used by Tianlang Palace; it could be formed with three people or more, and all inner disciples and elders were required to learn it. However, when elders executed it, its power increased significantly.
Jin Weichu and the six elders descended from the stone wall and positioned themselves at seven different spots at the cliff's base, each producing an item from their possession.
In Jin Weichu's hands were two emerald-green stone beads that resembled a wolf's eyes in the night; even in daylight, they emanated an eerie aura. The other elders produced various items: some held wolf tooth bracelets, others a wolf bone or a roll of wolf skin; some had tufts of wolf hair or wolf blood; one even brandished a wolf's claw.
These seven items exuded an extraordinary presence as if they had been taken from a wolf demon, radiating an imposing force.
Jin Weichu began chanting softly as if reciting an incantation; this was part of Tianlang Palace's Ritual to the Celestial Wolf. Tianlang served as the spiritual totem of Tianlang Palace. The stone beads in Jin Weichu's hand were actually eyes of an old wolf that had been refined into beads through special techniques after its death.
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