Dao Sect, Dao Peak.
"Shua! Shua!"
On the open space, long swords danced, sword shadows flickering, figures swaying. Not far away, by the table, Fu Zhu lowered its head, finished the spiritual wine in its cup, and tilted its head to nudge Zhu Yan beside it with its antlers.
Disturbed, Zhu Yan casually grabbed the wine pot and poured a little into Fu Zhu's cup. Its eyes, gleaming with scarlet light, were fixed on the figure in the open space, sensing the wisps of killing intent emanating from the sword shadows, and its eyes became even more excited and agitated.
"The master's killing intent is a bit heavy today!"
Zhu Yan grabbed the cup in front of it, took a sip, and said with a hint of excitement. Fu Zhu beside it responded softly.
"It seems that yesterday, that little girl named Ying Xiaoxiao came. It should be that the girl is in danger, but don't even think about it, the master won't let you out."
It had a relatively deep impression of Ying Xiaoxiao, one of the few who could accept its inheritance. Although not the best one, it was not bad. As it spoke, Fu Zhu couldn't help but turn its head to look at Zhu Yan beside it, understanding Zhu Yan's thoughts very well.
As soon as Fu Zhu finished speaking, the excitement on Zhu Yan's face visibly diminished. It stared at the figure with the chilling sword light, and after a long silence, it whispered softly.
"Four-horned deer, are you willing to stay here for the rest of your time?"
However, before Fu Zhu could respond, Zhu Yan shook its head slightly, as if talking to Fu Zhu, or as if talking to itself.
"I am not willing. I, Zhu Yan, dared to challenge the four masters back then. Even if I perish, I must not perish quietly in time. Even if I die, I must die in a glorious battle!"
As remnants of the ancient era, Fu Zhu couldn't help but fall silent after hearing Zhu Yan's words. After a long while, it said softly.
"There will be opportunities, don't forget, the master is the same as us!"
"Shua! Shua! Shua!"
While Zhu Yan and Fu Zhu were talking, the figure dancing with the sword in the open space moved even faster, and the sword in its hand carried even more chilling killing intent.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the sword light dissipated instantly, and a bit of coldness appeared on Lin Xuan's indifferent face. After glancing at Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan, he raised his hand and waved, and streams of Origin Power and considerable Space Power surged, and soon, a space vortex appeared in front of him.
"Fu Zhu, Zhu Yan, guard this place!"
As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared directly into the space vortex.
Verdant mountains lay across the earth, winding and coiling, their high ridges like a sleeping giant azure dragon.
Above the mountains, Ying Huanhuan sat cross-legged in the air, her blue hair hanging behind her like a waterfall, constantly dancing in the breeze, exuding a tranquil aura.
Around the girl, hundreds of Dao Sect disciples stood in the air, their Origin Power intertwined, forming a huge formation. Then, the majestic Origin Power was added to the girl's body.
At this moment, the girl's face no longer had its usual liveliness, and her bright eyes were filled with a coldness. Her slender hands were placed on the amber strings of the crimson ancient zither in front of her, and her ten fingers kept moving, sending out sound waves mixed with powerful Origin Power fluctuations towards the two figures in front of her.
Beside her, Little Marten's strange purple Origin Power turned into strange purple blades, flying towards the two Yuan Gate leaders.
However, facing the attacks of Ying Huanhuan and Little Marten, the two Yuan Gate leaders seemed to be handling them with ease, easily raising their hands and shattering the sound waves and purple blades.
"Boom!"
Raising his hand and shattering the crimson sound wave in front of him, the gray-robed old man smiled disdainfully and said softly.
"Hehe, just a desperate struggle. Why not just surrender and return to Yuan Gate with us? That way, you can suffer less physical pain!"
However, though he spoke with disdain, the two old men's gazes remained fixed on Little Marten, clearly worried that Little Marten would use the Space Ancestor Symbol to slip away.
"Humph! You people from Yuan Gate are truly noisy!"
Little Marten coldly snorted, the purple demon Origin Power within his body surging again, transforming into an eerie blade of light. As it attacked the gray-robed old man, the power of space within his body also began to surge. Immediately after, his entire being vanished.
"Boom! Boom!"
Seeing Little Marten use the Space Ancestor Symbol, Ying Huanhuan also hurriedly poured Origin Power into the Heavenly Phoenix Zither before her, wanting to help Little Marten draw the two men's attention.
As Origin Power poured in, even more violent sound waves rippled through the air, creating terrifying energy fluctuations that surged towards the gray-robed and black-robed old men.
However, facing the attacks from Ying Huanhuan and Little Marten, a strange smile appeared in the eyes of the gray-robed and black-robed old men at the same time.
"Humph! Great Qian Origin Hand!"
The black-robed old man shouted, and a massive Origin Power hand instantly took shape. Then, it directly gripped down hard on the incoming sound waves.
"Boom! Boom!"
Under that palm, all the sound waves instantly shattered, turning into vast energy that dissipated between heaven and earth.
However, Ying Huanhuan's expression did not change in the slightest. She merely plucked the strings rapidly with her ten slender jade fingers, sending out waves of sound.
The gray-robed old man, having shattered the purple blade of light with a palm, quickly turned around and struck the void behind him with another palm.
"Boom!"
Space rippled, and Little Marten's figure appeared. A fair palm directly met the gray-robed old man's palm. In the next moment, powerful and violent Origin Power fluctuations erupted instantly.
"Bang!!"
The moment the powerful Origin Power fluctuations swept out, Little Marten's expression instantly changed. He sensed a formidable Origin Power fluctuation erupting from the gray-robed old man's body, directly suppressing Little Marten's Origin Power.
In the next instant, violent Origin Power fluctuations erupted from the gray-robed old man, directly striking Little Marten's chest.
"Puff!"
Little Marten spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his figure rapidly retreated. Meanwhile, on the other side, the black-robed old man's figure instantly disappeared from his spot. Then, when he reappeared, he was already in front of Little Marten, raising a palm, surging Origin Power fluctuations ready to tear Little Marten apart.
Seeing the black-robed old man suddenly erupt with Half-Step to Death Profound Realm strength, Little Marten's expression drastically changed. Just as Zhou Tong was about to intervene, a clear Phoenix Cry resounded.
"Screech!!"
The black-robed old man looked up and discovered that, at some point, a massive crimson divine bird had appeared before Ying Huanhuan. At this moment, its long feathers left a trail of crimson light in the air as it rapidly swooped towards him.
If this palm were to strike down, that crimson divine bird with its considerable power would seriously injure him. Immediately, the black-robed old man did not hesitate at all, directly retracting his palm and instead striking towards the crimson divine bird.
"Boom!"
Under the palm strike, the Heavenly Phoenix Spirit directly flew backward, its form becoming much more illusory. Ying Huanhuan, suffering from the backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood, directly splattering it on the crimson ancient zither before her.
"Puff!!"
Seeing this, Little Marten quickly used the power of space to retreat together with the Heavenly Phoenix Spirit, his gaze turning solemn as he looked at the two old men.
"This is troublesome!"
Yan, hiding within Lin Dong's body, muttered to himself. At this time, even if it gave its last bit of strength to Lin Dong, it would at most be enough to block a casual blow from the two men. Even with Zhou Tong, they would only be able to resist for a while.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that you were still holding back just now. You had already noticed that the two of us were hiding our strength?"
The gray-robed old man's gaze was fixed on Ying Huanhuan, his eyes flashing with strange light. He always felt that Ying Huanhuan had completely discerned their strength and intentions. Otherwise, when she was ostensibly stalling him, she would not have deliberately concealed her moves, causing their plan to take advantage of the opportunity to forcefully kill the Sky Demon Marten and retrieve the Space Ancestor Symbol to fall through.
"You Yuan Gate people have always liked to use some underhanded methods like rats in the ground, we're already used to it!"
Ying Huanhuan responded coldly, her hands on the zither strings beginning to hesitate. With the strength of these people, facing two experts at the Half-step to Death Profound Realm, even if they exhausted all means, they would not be a match, not to mention there were countless pursuers behind them.
If she didn't act, she was afraid it would be difficult to hold out until the sect's experts arrived.
But if she did, then in the future, no one would accompany him to talk, to practice the zither, to accompany him...
Ying Huanhuan pressed down on the strings with increasing force, not even noticing the faint bloody marks on her fingers.
"Hehe, what a sharp-tongued little girl. Don't worry, the two of us will never kill you. After all, if you die, how would Ying Xuanzi be willing to personally come to my Yuan Gate to plead guilty? Hahaha!!"
As the gray-robed old man spoke, he couldn't help but laugh twice. The black-robed old man beside him, seeing Ying Huanhuan's somewhat strange expression, hurriedly shouted sharply.
"Move, quick battle, quick decision!"
As soon as he finished speaking, violent Origin Power suddenly erupted from the two of them, attacking Ying Huanhuan and the others.
"Lin Dong, you go help the Ice Master, lend your power to..."
However, before Yan could finish speaking, Ying Huanhuan's voice entered Lin Dong's ears.
"Give your power to your brother and stall them first!"
As she spoke, a hint of apology flashed in Ying Huanhuan's eyes, her pearly teeth biting her red lips. At the same time, the Origin Power within her body, blessed by many Dao Sect disciples, poured into the Heavenly Phoenix Zither.
"Chirp!!"
The Heavenly Phoenix Spirit's aura greatly increased, raising its head and letting out a crisp Phoenix Cry. With a flap of its wings, it hovered above Ying Huanhuan's head.
Immediately afterward, as Ying Huanhuan's ten fingers continuously plucked the strings, ripples of sound waves spread out. Then, in front of Ying Huanhuan, a crimson divine tree formed once again.
"Bodhi Formless, Phoenix Perches on Wutong!"
Under such rapid plucking, Ying Huanhuan's fingers, already marked with blood, were directly cut open, the blood staining the amber strings, creating a thrilling and poignant beauty.
"Chirp!!"
The moment the divine tree appeared, the Heavenly Phoenix Spirit cried out loudly, its wings flapping. Immediately afterward, the two old men from Yuan Gate saw countless illusory spirit birds gathering from all directions, circling around the Wutong divine tree.
This move was exactly what Ying Huanhuan had comprehended from Phoenix Perches on Wutong and Formless Bodhi Sound. With the blessing of the formation, the power of this move was even more terrifying.
Those illusory spirit birds, even experts at the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm, would not dare to underestimate them in the slightest. The torrent formed by the countless illusory spirit birds, even experts at the Great Accomplishment of the Life Profound Realm, would not dare to directly confront its sharpness.
However, the opponents Ying Huanhuan had to face this time were two experts at the Half-step to Death Profound Realm. Although they were watered-down Half-step to Death Profound Realm experts, they were by no means comparable to ordinary peak Life Profound Realm experts.
"Great Qian Origin Hand!"
"Heavenly Net Demon Palm!"
The gray-robed old man and the black-robed old man looked at the martial arts Ying Huanhuan displayed, their eyes turning slightly cold. They hurriedly mobilized their Origin Power and slapped towards Ying Huanhuan.
At the moment the two of them slapped out their palms, ripples appeared on the crimson Wutong tree. Then, two giant palms appeared out of thin air.
The berserk Origin Power instantly erupted from the four giant palms. Under the full force of the Yuan Gate's two great division leaders, the replicated Origin Power giant palms only managed to hold out for a few breaths before being instantly shattered.
Just as the two giant palms were about to strike the countless spiritual bird phantoms, an eerie purple light flashed.
"Demon Moon Wheel!"
Little Marten lightly shouted. With the infusion of the Ancestral Stone's power from within Lin Dong's body, he once again utilized the power of space. His figure flickered as he directly slashed towards the two giant palms.
The two giant palms, already depleted of a significant amount of energy, were directly severed by the Demon Moon Wheel, causing the gray-robed old man and the black-robed old man's expressions to slightly darken. They hurriedly mobilized the Origin Power within their bodies once more, striking towards the flock of spiritual bird phantoms that had already begun to attack from all directions.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
With each palm strike, several spiritual bird phantoms were scattered. However, under Ying Huanhuan's zither music, the spiritual birds were practically endless. Moreover, the blood on the zither strings gradually dyed the original amber-colored strings a dark red.
"Clang! Clang!"
"Phoenix Cry!"
The zither music and phoenix cries continuously echoed in the sky above the mountain range. The countless spiritual bird phantoms tightly besieged the Yuan Gate's two great division leaders in the middle. Just as the two old men scattered a group and attempted to break through the opening, Little Marten stepped forward to exchange a blow, blocking the two. Subsequently, the spiritual bird phantoms once again sealed the gap.
"Bang!"
After exchanging another palm strike, Little Marten's figure staggered. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he was about to brace himself and step forward again to block the two.
But in the next instant, Little Marten and Ying Huanhuan's expressions both drastically changed because six equally powerful auras were rapidly approaching this place.
In the blink of an eye, with a wave of space, the six auras that were originally still far away had already arrived in front of the Yuan Gate's two old men. Shi Dong looked at the countless spiritual bird phantoms besieging the two and immediately coldly snorted. Subsequently, the six of them attacked together, striking out with a palm.
"Boom!"
Countless spiritual birds were instantly annihilated, and the massive Wutong Divine Tree also shook for a while. The Heavenly Phoenix Spirit was directly knocked down, falling onto the Wutong Divine Tree.
"Puff!"
Ying Huanhuan, who spat out another mouthful of blood, also turned pale. Her bloodless lips revealed a sense of weakness. However, her eyes became even brighter than before. An icy blue light formed an icy blue snowflake pattern in her left and right pupils.
"Yuan Gate's Eight Division Leaders, you dare to come to my Dao Sect's territory? Are you really not afraid of being forever left in my Dao Sect?"
Ying Huanhuan, whose ten fingers were already covered in wounds, gently stroked the blood-stained zither strings, staring coldly at Shi Dong and the others in front of her. However, Shi Dong and the others smiled disdainfully.
"Wouldn't it be fine if we just killed all of you? What can the Dao Sect do to my Yuan Gate? Want to use the Formless Bodhi Sound to stall for time? Wishful thinking!"
As Shi Dong spoke, he raised his hand and struck out with a massive Origin Power giant palm. Seeing this, the other seven also struck out with a palm one after another.
Ying Huanhuan's pupils shrank. Her ten fingers flickered across the blood-stained zither strings. On the Wutong Divine Tree, a crimson light flowed. The Heavenly Phoenix Spirit flapped its wings again and flew up, directly
"Boom!"
Without the slightest suspense, under the joint attack of eight half-step Death Profound Realm experts, the Heavenly Phoenix Spirit instantly transformed into rays of light, pouring into the Heavenly Phoenix Zither. Ying Huanhuan spat out a large mouthful of blood, instantly dyeing the entire crimson zither body red.
Behind her, countless Dao Sect disciples also trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The great formation was directly shattered by that palm.
Looking down at the blood-stained Heavenly Phoenix Zither in front of her, feeling the eight powerful auras, a hint of dimness flashed in Ying Huanhuan's eyes. In the end, she still couldn't accompany him to play the zither together, to practice the sword together, couldn't accompany him to laugh together.
Come to think of it, she didn't seem to have seen him laugh happily before. Of course, she didn't seem to have seen him in a rage either. That guy was just a cold iceberg, but she seemed to be turning into a cold iceberg too…
"I really want to laugh with him!"
The girl murmured softly. In her pupils, the icy blue light began to encroach on the surrounding black, while Shi Dong and the others on the opposite side raised their palms without hesitation.
"Buzz!!"
Vast Origin Power converged in the air, forming eight large hands that ferociously slapped towards the girl in azure robes.
However, at this moment, the ice-blue color in the girl's eyes suddenly began to still, and the next moment, Ying Huanhuan abruptly raised her head to look ahead.
"Clang!!"
A Sword Cry resounded between heaven and earth without warning, and immediately after, everyone saw a Three Feet Long Sword slowly condense in front of Ying Huanhuan.