Don't be fooled by Lu Ran's gloomy expression; he was actually panicking inside!

Just moments ago, he was nearly pierced through the back by a flying sword!

The flying sword thrown by the Sea Realm Great Power, whether in strength, speed, or terrifying destructive power, made Lu Ran's heart tremble with fear.

In the face of such output, his River Grade·Water Armor was as good as paper!

Even if Lu Ran covered himself with the Night Charm, Evil Cloud Robe, and other such "papers," it would be of no use!

The suppression of levels and the crush of skill grades left no room for survival.

Reflecting on the scene he had just witnessed, Lu Ran felt his heart turn cold.

What chilled him even more was the fact that it was very hard for him to inflict effective damage on this Sea Realm Great Power.

Sigh...

He still needed to search for more Holy Spirit Energy and quickly cultivate the Fierce Heavenly Divine Sculpture.

Without the Fierce Heavenly Divine Skill·Fiery Fire Sky Leader, he couldn't break through others' defenses!

"Gulp."

"This..." Two Ice Butterfly disciples hovered mid-air, dumbfoundedly staring at the young man standing proudly atop the mountain.

No matter how panicked Lu Ran was inside, at least he maintained a dignified pose.

It was truly a gloomy expression with words as solid as gold!

"You!" Dongfang Ning bit her silver teeth tightly, so angry that even her fingers trembled slightly.

Lu Ran had just killed one of the Sword One disciples right under her nose!

Truly brazen and audacious!

What infuriated Dongfang Ning even more was that, despite her repeated efforts to save him, she couldn't bring him back.

Earlier, the tall woman's sneer and her imperious command "slash" failed to fracture the peak, instead proclaiming her own death!

Truly ironic.

"You're an Evil Dog follower." Leng Jin said coldly.

Regardless of whether her comrades noticed, she needed to convey the information.

"Heh." This time, it was Lu Ran who sneered.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Demon disciple, divine believer. What's the difference between us... oh, there is."

Lu Ran looked around and found the Ice Butterfly disciples shivering in the wind and snow.

"Ah!"

The two Ice Butterfly disciples were terrified, retreating madly, seemingly recalling something which left them pale as ghosts.

After all, the other party was an Evil Dog follower!

No matter how fast you fly or how far you retreat, what's the use?

Lu Ran gazed at the sky, "There is a difference indeed. I don't kill the innocent or enslave my compatriots."

"Ha." Dongfang Ning laughed in fury.

Her cold gaze was like two frost-dipped swords piercing straight into Lu Ran's eyes.

"Gulp." Lu Ran's Adam's apple bobbed.

He surely didn't want to appear cowardly, but the suppression of levels was like a mountain, leaving him breathless.

This constantly reminded all beings that one must not defy their superiors.

Lu Ran, suppressing his heart palpitations, shouted, "Let's make a deal, elder.

If the elder is willing to spare me and leave, your two companions here will be safe and sound.

What do you think?"

Dongfang Ning's eyes widened in shock!

She was being threatened?

And by a mere River Realm brat?

Insolent wretch!

How dare you humiliate me like this?

Dongfang Ning's chest rose and fell violently, the might of the Sea Realm overshadowing everything!

Her two companions beside her were also pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Indeed, Lu Ran's words were a reminder to Dongfang Ning: Just now, right in front of you, I killed your comrade!

Now, I'm telling you clearly: if you don't retreat, I'll kill again!

Today, whether you lift your noble hand...

You'll lift it, whether you like it or not!

"Fine! Fine, fine, fine!" Dongfang Ning squeezed the words from between her teeth, her face covered in frost, "I'll see what you're worth!"

"Whoosh~ whoosh~"

The next moment, flying swords flew out from Dongfang Ning's hand.

Counting carefully, it seemed there were more than thirty!

The flying swords surrounded the three, spinning rapidly, their speed like a terrifying storm of blades.

Dongfang Ning's voice was exceptionally cold as she gave her command: "Jiao'e, Leng Jin, Frost Cold Nine Provinces!"

The short woman called "Jiao'e" didn't want to unleash her big move.

In fact, having witnessed Lu Ran's resolute stance and terrifying methods firsthand, Huang Jiao'e had already developed thoughts of retreat.

And just now, Lu Ran's threat echoed in her heart, piercing straight to her core.

She didn't want to die!

She didn't want to provoke such a fiend from the demon camp.

But Huang Jiao'e had no choice but to obey the order.

Dongfang Ning's authority was absolutely unchallengeable!

The Sword One disciples were indeed comrades, helping one another, but there was an extremely strict hierarchy within their sect.

To put it harshly, given Dongfang Ning's own strength and her status on the Sword Mountain Peak in Holy Spirit Mountain Realm, even if she ordered Huang Jiao'e to end her own life, Huang Jiao'e would have to obediently comply.

Otherwise, Huang Jiao'e would face a fate worse than death.

"Yes!" Out of necessity, Huang Jiao'e raised her hand tremblingly.

However, while raising her right hand, she flung numerous sword shadows into the woods behind her with her left hand.

Upon landing, the illusionary sword shadows immediately transformed into figures.

Sword One Divine Skill·Sword Dance Clear Shadow!

After this skill advanced to River Grade, the caster's body could freely travel among the shadows.

In a sense, it was a sort of instant teleportation skill.

Crucially, it could be life-saving in a pinch!

The same gesture was made by Leng Jin, without any hesitation, decisively raising her right hand.

She understood very well that the grudge between sides was firmly established and must end in conflict.

Lu Ran, so young and already so powerful, implied that the person in the mountains who was advancing was likely even more terrifying!

If that person truly succeeded in advancing, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Lu Ran's heart sank as he watched the endless flying swords surrounding the three in the sky.

If he dashed in, he would likely meet his end.

High in the sky, two massive frost great swords gradually took form.

Their majestic momentum suggested the power to shatter mountains and rivers!

Lu Ran's face remained especially gloomy, with an icy gaze: "Very well! Then I'll show the elder my capabilities!"

He grasped the Dawn Blade with both hands, the tip pointing skyward, standing upright in front of him.

"Buzz!!"

In the next moment, the Dawn Blade began to vibrate, its golden-red light illuminating the world.

Huang Jiao'e changed her expression drastically: "G-god... Divine Weapon Domain?"

Leng Jin's pupils slightly contracted.

This guy, younger than herself, not only possessed a divine weapon but even activated a domain?

That brilliant, dazzling Black Ice Blade was truly radiant, but the Sword Holder standing atop the peak was even more dazzling!

In a daze, Leng Jin seemed to see the young man displaying a sense of divinity!

Was he truly a demon disciple?

How could those golden-red eyes be so majestic and glorious?

"Whoosh~"

Streaks of dawn light flew from the blade.

Like soft veils or vibrant brocade.

Frost and snow still floated in the sky, the cold wind blowing.

Yet as the vibrant brocade flew upward, the frost and snow along its path were burned away completely.

"Slash!!" Dongfang Ning stared intently at the young man atop the peak, her forehead veins throbbing.

Huang Jiao'e and Leng Jin brought their palms down with force.

The winds raged, the frost and snow flurried.

Two massive frost great swords slashed toward the mountain.

The flying vibrant brocade moved at incredible speed, soaring toward the sky.

"Sizzle..."

When the frost great swords and the vibrant brocade met, the expected catastrophic impact was conspicuously absent.

Instead, the sound of vaporization and evaporation was audible?

If the frost great swords were compared to "tempered steel," then the brilliant dawn light would be the "soft caress."

The vibrant brocade entwined the frost great swords, dyeing their snowy blades.

The dawn light burned its way up, consuming and annihilating.

The frost great swords were burned inch by inch, turning to white steam, then blown away by the wind.

Sword One's ultimate move·Frost Cold Nine Provinces?

World-destroying? Mountain-river shattering?

No!

Wherever the dawn light passed, frost and snow disappeared, leaving a clear sky and peaceful air!

In the past, Divine Weapon Domain·Blessed Cloud could repel the Paper Kite Clan's Night of Ghosts, and now it could also incinerate Sword One's ultimate move·Frost Cold Nine Provinces.

Dongfang Ning's face turned livid, her fists clenched.

Without Water Armor, her fingernails might have punctured her palms.

"Hmm?" Lu Ran slightly furrowed his brow, his ears twitched.

More people were arriving?

The two Ice Butterfly disciples had long since retreated, worried about being caught in the crossfire between these celestial beings.

However, the newcomer, despite witnessing the sky's phenomena, continued to cautiously approach, implying some level of skill.

Lu Ran felt the gravity of the situation as multiple streaks of dawn light surged toward the three Sword One disciples!

"Retreat!" Huang Jiao'e shouted in alarm.

"Senior Dongfang?" Leng Jin called while also flying back on her sword.

The Sword Cultivator's movement speed was indeed fast!

The dawn light's speed was already remarkable, yet it couldn't catch up with those retreating on their flying swords.

"Whoosh~ whoosh~"

Countless flying swords penetrated the dawn light.

Some flying swords were even directly incinerated, shattering into mist.

The shimmering dawn light, seemingly golden-red ribbon, had no physical form.

"Ah!!"

A shrill cry suddenly pierced the air.

Huang Jiao'e?

More than ten streaks of dawn light disrupted the formation of the three. Just as every Sword One disciple feared for their lives, Lu Ran made his move!

Leng Jin felt terror grip her heart!

If Huang Jiao'e was attacked, why didn't she teleport away?

Didn't she previously set up shadows in the mountains?

Was she... mentally traumatized and unable to leave?

What kind of evil magic did this Evil Dog youth use?

The precautions they took earlier now seemed like a joke!

Cold sweat trickled down Leng Jin's forehead as she realized she was merely lucky, not chosen by the Evil Dog youth.

His threatening words still echoed in her ears; since they didn't show mercy, he would continue to kill!

Now,

The Evil Dog youth's revenge arrived!

"Ah!!"

In the distant sky, Huang Jiao'e had just emerged from the deep red illusion world, feeling as if thousands of needles pricked her body and brain.

Her eyes bulged, hands tightly gripping her hair!

The sword beneath her feet flew erratically, the Water Armor on her body no longer stable.

The shadows linked to her spirit throughout the mountain shattered one after another!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Endless sword rain poured down, its terrifying whistling sound making hearts pound.

This time, the flying swords thrown by Dongfang Ning did not deliberately avoid her companion.

In an instant, Huang Jiao'e was stabbed to death by the torrent of swords!

With the sword rain over his head, Lu Ran's heart leaped to his throat, maximizing his Evil Sense and Evil Sensitivity.

Activating Evil Shadow Flash, with all his might he sidestepped and tilted his head, narrowly avoiding two rapidly incoming flying swords.

"Whoosh~"

Lu Ran appeared atop the snowy mountain peak.

Both the mountain beneath him and he himself stood firmly!

However, Lu Ran's right side was slashed open, clothes and Water Armor both torn, and a shallow sword mark appeared on his left cheek.

Blood slowly trickled from the sword mark.

By now, the streaks of dawn light in the sky had dispersed.

The Divine Weapon Domain required Lu Ran and the Dawn Blade to work in unison; from the moment he began attacking, each dawn light couldn't last long.

"Bang!"

Huang Jiao'e's lifeless body fell from the sky, crashing heavily on the snowy mountain, sending up waves of snow mist.

Lu Ran wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, gazing at the shocked and furious Dongfang Ning.

His deep voice echoed, each repeated word like ultimate mockery, or perhaps a genuine plea, syllable by syllable:

"I implore the elder, spare your noble hand!"

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