noffsinger Chapter 425 Each Serves Their Own Master! The Horror of Rules!
Chapter 425 Each Serves Their Own Master! The Horror of Rules!
Qingfengzi didn't even glance at them, turning to the next person with an icy voice: "Since you've joined the Qingyun Sect, you should know the sect's ironclad rule: those who betray the sect will be killed without mercy. Today, I will cleanse the sect of its treachery."
These words sounded grand and dignified, but to the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, they were extremely sarcastic.
"Qingfengzi! You actually betrayed us and sided with that old eunuch, and you still have the nerve to mention the sect's ironclad rules?" A Foundation Establishment stage elder roared angrily, summoning his natal flying sword to strike.
Qingfengzi did not answer, but simply flicked his whisk.
The silver threads surged, transforming into a vast net that trapped the flying sword within. The sword darted left and right, but could not break free.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qingfengzi leaned closer and reached into his sleeve with his left hand, pulling out a three-inch-long black needle.
The fine needle pierced the elder's nape silently.
The elder froze, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, and he fell straight down.
"I'm sorry," Qingfengzi said softly as he withdrew the needle, "we each serve our own masters."
Not far away, Qingyizi was also in great distress.
He was facing a disciple in the late Foundation Establishment stage. This person used to serve him frequently within the sect, so their relationship was quite good.
"Sect Master," the disciple said, his expression complex, "do you truly intend to aid and abet evil?"
Qing Yizi remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Sect Leader, I was also forced into this situation..."
"Traitor, die!" The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator laughed in fury, summoning his natal magic weapon, the Azure Bell. The bell resonated, its sound waves like a tidal wave.
Qingyizi, however, did not take the hit head-on.
His figure blurred, and a powerful aura of late-stage Core Formation swept out!
The disciple was stunned for a moment, then flew backward!
As he stood up, a sword pierced through his chest!
"You..." The late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple looked down at the sword's edge, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Qingyizi drew his sword and stepped back, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, no longer looking at the fallen disciple, and went straight to attack the other Qingyun Sect disciples.
However, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
The battle between Tianyu Daoren and Wuyuezi was even more interesting!
One was skilled in swordsmanship, and the other in talismans; they were naturally suited for head-on combat. Now, being thrown into the chaotic battle was like a tiger descending a mountain!
Wu Yuezi's swordsmanship was formidable. As he charged into the crowd, he cut through the crowd as if slicing melons and vegetables, killing so many that no one dared to approach him!
Daoist Tianyu was even more direct. He scattered talismans by the handful—fireball talismans, ice cone talismans, lightning talismans, poison mist talismans—throwing them out as if they were free.
Although the talismans were not very powerful, their sheer number caused the Qingyun Sect disciples to cry out in despair.
"Shameless! What kind of skill is it to use talismans!" a disciple cursed angrily.
Tianyu Daoist chuckled and scattered another handful of "foot-binding talismans".
Dozens of earth-yellow rays of light pierced the ground, and the next moment, the feet of the dozen or so disciples at the forefront sank, their legs sinking into the mud, unable to move.
"Winning is a skill." Daoist Tianyu took out a few more explosive talismans and threw them precisely into the crowd.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst screams, severed limbs flew through the air.
In just a quarter of an hour, the situation on the battlefield had been reversed.
The Qingyun Sect's thousands of disciples were utterly routed by these eight people and one dog.
"Who exactly are these people?" a Qingyun Sect disciple asked in a trembling voice.
No one answered.
Because they soon discovered that among the eight people and one dog, two of them were wearing Qingyun Sect Taoist robes, and their cultivation methods were exactly the same as those of the sect!
"Elder Qingfeng! Sect Master! Why...why did you betray the sect?!" a young disciple questioned, his eyes red.
Qingfengzi paused for a moment, then swept his whisk horizontally, sending the disciple flying.
"No need to ask any more questions," he said in a hoarse voice, "After today, the Qingyun Sect... will no longer have us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished. With a flick of his whisk, the silver threads, like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake, claimed the lives of three more.
Just as the battle below was becoming one-sided, the battle in the sky had also reached a fever pitch.
Chen Fan, alone with his sword, forced Qinglian Daoist and Zhou Shan into a series of retreats.
The three fought their way from the sky above the imperial city to the desolate mountains outside the city, leaving the forests and mountains destroyed and dust filling the sky wherever they went!
"Old eunuch, do you really want to be an enemy of the Wang family?! ^_^" Zhou Shan roared, and the Mountain and River Seal slammed down again.
Chen Fan did not answer, but instead raised his gray-white longsword diagonally.
The instant the sword touched the seal, the power of rising sun erupted, lifting the Mountain and River Seal three inches, followed closely by the power of sinking yin, which pressed down heavily!
Click!
Another crack appeared on the seal.
Zhou Shan's eyes twitched with heartache; this was his life-bound magic treasure, which he had nurtured for eight hundred years!
Seeing the situation was dire, the Azure Lotus Daoist transformed his Azure Lotus Sword into a thousand sword shadows, raining down like a storm. Each sword shadow contained the power of rules, sealing off space and cutting off any escape route.
This is one of his killing moves, "Azure Lotus Sword Prison," which he used to kill three cultivators of the same level.
Chen Fan didn't even glance at it.
He made a fist with his left hand, and the rising sun ball condensed in his palm before suddenly exploding!
A blinding white light, like the rising sun, illuminated a hundred miles. The sword's shadow vanished into the light, melting away like ice and snow, evaporating seventy percent of its original size!
With the remaining 30%, Chen Fan swept it away with a single sword strike.
A gray-white sword line flashed, shattering the sword's shadow.
"How is this possible..." Daoist Qinglian's face turned ashen. Half a month ago, Chen Fan had to deal with this move with all his might, but today he broke it so easily?
"He just broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and has already mastered the rules; his strength cannot be treated as that of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!" Zhou Shan transmitted his voice, his tone grave. "This fiend must not be allowed to live, or the consequences will be endless!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked at each other!
The next instant, they both bit their tongues and spat out their semen.
The essence and blood of the Azure Lotus Daoist flowed into the Azure Lotus Sword, causing the sword to suddenly swell and transform into a three-thousand-foot-long azure giant sword. At the sword's edge, numerous illusory azure lotuses bloomed, and with each bloom, the sword's power increased.
Zhou Shan's essence and blood seeped into the Mountain and River Seal, and the cracks in the seal slowly healed, revealing real phantom images of mountains and rivers on its surface!
That was not an illusion, but rather he used his essence and blood as a guide to temporarily summon a wisp of the true meaning of mountains and rivers sealed within the magic weapon!
"The Azure Lotus Opens the Heavens!"
"The mountains and rivers will suppress the world!"
Two deadly moves were unleashed simultaneously.
The three-thousand-foot-long azure lotus sword slashed down, shattering space in its path and revealing the pitch-black void. The Mountain and River Seal pressed down, causing the land for a hundred miles to tremble, as if thousands of mountains were pressing down at once.
This strike has transcended the Nascent Soul realm and faintly touched the edge of the Divine Transformation realm!
Chen Fan finally got serious.
He sheathed his grey-white longsword and slowly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
The left palm represents rising Yang, while the right palm represents sinking Yin.
The two forces no longer merged, but instead began to clash, collide, and tear each other apart!
Centered on him, a chaotic domain with a diameter of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) emerged. Within the domain, yang rose and yin fell, light and darkness intertwined, and rules were disordered, resembling the chaotic scene before the creation of heaven and earth.
"Yin and Yang... are in disarray."
Chen Fan whispered, then suddenly spread his hands apart!
The chaotic domain suddenly expanded, instantly covering an area of hundreds of feet in radius!
The giant azure lotus sword slashed into the domain, and the azure lotus phantoms at the sword's edge withered one by one. The three-thousand-foot-long sword body melted and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the sword's edge touched three feet above Chen Fan's head, it was only a hundred feet long, and its power was reduced to less than one-tenth.
The Mountain and River Seal fared even worse. It was originally known for its suppressive power, but after falling into the Chaos Domain, that suppressive power was completely neutralized by the reversal of Yin and Yang. The illusory images of mountains and rivers on the surface of the seal fluctuated violently, as if they might dissipate at any moment.
Chen Fan raised his hand and punched the bottom of the Mountain and River Seal.
Boom! ! !
A thunderous sound, like the grandest bell, resounded throughout the surrounding area.
The Mountain and River Seal flew backward, its surface covered in cracks, almost shattering completely. Zhou Shan was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood, his aura instantly weakening.
The Azure Lotus Daoist was not faring much better. His natal flying sword was damaged, his soul was injured, and his face was as pale as paper.