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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
Suddenly, Mingyuan appeared with great momentum, shaking the entire Barbaric Sacred Hall. Countless people turned to look, their faces filled with astonishment, and even the pursuit of Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, and Shang Zhengliang slowed down.
Inside the Barbaric Sacred Hall Main Hall, the same shock rippled through the crowd. The leaders of the three major sects, along with Qinglong, Zhuque, and others, all looked towards the hall's entrance. Among them, Poison God and Qinglong's expressions changed dramatically. Moments later, Qinglong suddenly shouted angrily, "Is someone at the base of Shura Tower? Where are the guards of the treasure tower?"
As soon as these words were spoken, several people outside the hall turned pale; they were the guards of Shura Tower. They hurriedly turned around and rushed back towards Shura Tower.
Meanwhile, several experts from the demonic sect who were engaged in a fierce battle with Ten Thousand Swords in One also withdrew at this moment, seemingly intending to reinforce Shura Tower.
Just then, a clear and resonant laugh echoed through the hall. It was Ten Thousand Swords in One, whose figure flickered as he moved. In a flash, he had reached the entrance of the hall. The blade of his Dragon Slayer Sword surged with light like a flood, instantly forcing those few individuals back.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The White-Clad Man, seemingly filled with fighting spirit, laughed loudly. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced towards Shura Tower and saw the extraordinary phenomenon of Mingyuan's arrival. He took a deep breath; for some reason, it felt as if a bright light had suddenly ignited in his eyes. He turned and stood firm at the entrance with his sword held horizontally, exuding an aura that seemed capable of blocking all foes. He smiled slightly at everyone in the hall and said, "Let's go together!"
This statement was truly magnificent and imposing; even the members of the demonic sect were momentarily stunned. But after a brief pause, everyone shouted angrily and charged forward en masse.
Ten Thousand Swords in One possessed extraordinary skills; however, he was still human and not a deity. Although he had managed to hold off many experts from the demonic sect for some time by relying on his speed and agility while maneuvering around them, now that he stood firm at the entrance without retreating, it meant he had to withstand all attacks from the demonic sect's experts.
At this moment, including Qinglong and Baihu among other holy envoys of the demonic sect as well as leaders from its three major sects joined the fray. Their cultivation levels were higher than those of others; soon enough, an overwhelming pressure descended upon him like a mountain.
At this point, every swing of Ten Thousand Swords in One's sword consumed energy equivalent to several times what he had expended while evading earlier. Because he had to remain at the entrance of the hall, some experts from the demonic sect seized this opportunity to exploit his weaknesses. Various sinister hidden weapons and underhanded tactics were unleashed all at once, leaving Ten Thousand Swords in One struggling to cope.
Ten Thousand Swords in One struggled to withstand several rounds of attack, quickly realizing that it was impossible to hold out for long against such overwhelming pressure. However, despite this understanding, there was no hint of fear or retreat in his demeanor. On the contrary, his sword-like brows rose, and his bright, clear eyes shone with brilliance, as if he had reached the peak of excitement.
In the midst of the fierce battle, the elegant White-Clad Man suddenly let out a long howl, his voice resembling a Dragon Roar, soaring high into the sky.
Everyone turned to look as Ten Thousand Swords in One leaped into the air. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed dramatically; countless sword lights erupted, with numerous green beams of light refracting from the Dragon Slayer Sword, creating a magnificent spectacle.
A light shout suddenly echoed through the air, consisting of only three words, yet it seemed to resonate with the earth itself. With each word spoken, the wind and clouds shifted.
"Slash, Ghosts, Gods..."
In that moment, the wind and clouds swirled. Ten Thousand Swords in One stood atop the clouds like a war god. Moments later, the Dragon Slayer Divine Sword unleashed an endless Azure Light, resembling a colossal dragon swallowing the earth as it rolled downward.
A fierce wind howled as Ten Thousand Swords in One merged with his sword, thrusting toward the Barbaric Sacred Hall. Before the sword even reached its target, the ground cracked open; the massive pillars of the hall creaked and trembled violently.
Within the Sanctuary, many masters of the demonic sect turned pale and retreated together.
This strike was so ferocious that it seemed to carry an ancient defiance—unafraid of the earth or reverence for gods and spirits, looking down upon humanity while cutting down enemies without hesitation, even at the cost of being shattered to pieces. This strike held no defensive stance; all spiritual power was channeled into an endless torrent of fierce offense, surging forth like a flood or a giant wave.
At that moment Between the Earth, it seemed that nothing dared to stand before this blazing sword intent.
Before the main hall, several individuals who retreated too slowly were instantly engulfed by the terrifying green sword light. Soon after, piercing cries echoed as their bodies were violently thrown into the air and shattered. The ground before the Main Hall rolled over as blue bricks turned to dust, as if divine wrath had descended upon humanity, stunning everyone present.
Even the extraordinary phenomena of Mingyuan occurring outside were temporarily forgotten.
Ten Thousand Swords in One fell back to the ground, the sword held before him. The already half-destroyed Main Hall gate was covered in dust and debris, some of which stained his white robe. For some reason, it did not diminish his elegance at all. The members of the Demonic Cult were momentarily captivated by him, yet no one noticed that beneath the long sleeves of his white robe, his other arm was trembling slightly.
Such a shocking and frenzied ultimate technique could not be so easily executed.
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In the distance, the fierce battle at the Barbaric Sacred Hall, along with the scene stirred by the "Slay the Gods," one of the four legendary swords passed down from the Azure Cloud Sect, was all witnessed by Azure Pine beneath the Shura Tower.
Unlike those Demonic Cult Monsters, he was very familiar with the ultimate techniques of the Azure Cloud Sect. Upon seeing the might of "Slay the Gods," instead of feeling joy, his face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly. He knew that this unparalleled divine sword technique, unleashed in such a perilous environment, actually meant that Wan Shixiong was fighting desperately.
There were too many strong opponents; Wan Shixiong was ultimately human, not a god. Yet until this moment, no one had rushed to the base of the Shura Tower, even though Mingyuan's anomaly had already appeared. Not only at the Main Hall, but even in other great halls, no one came over. The number of people there was greater, and it was evident that Tian, Zeng, and Shang Three Junior Brothers were enduring terrifying pressure at this moment.
But… only he felt that all hope rested on this Shura Tower, yet they had achieved nothing.
Azure Pine felt as if his chest was about to explode, anxiety and restlessness burning like fire within him. At that moment, suddenly, the terrifying aura of Mingyuan above seemed to no longer have any effect on him.
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