Just as the news of Zhang Yibai, the master of True Martial Sacred Land, going missing spread throughout the entire Large Secret Realm.
Within the Small Secret Realm, the battle at the site of the major sects had already entered a fever pitch.
Through the efforts of many cultivators, despite the weakening effect of the formations, they managed to push the frontlines all the way to the Bronze Gate.
By now, there were not many Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains left standing before the Bronze Gate.
This was due to Song Chiyue continuously leading the charge and later Qin Luofeng entering from outside the formation. With his terrifying Void-Sundering Sword Intent, he further alleviated the pressure on the sect disciples.
“Hmph, these mere Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains are nothing…” The sect disciples stood before the Bronze Gate, sneering as they looked at the five demonic shadows within: “There’s only a few left inside, with so many of us, we could overwhelm them even if it’s just by sheer numbers!”
“Brother Li is absolutely right. These slightly stronger Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains are merely at the peak Golden Core stage. With us, along with Immortal Lady Song and Daoist Qin, killing these remains will be no difficult task~”
As everyone was boasting, the expressions of Song Chiyue and Qin Luofeng were not pleasant.
Qin Luofeng looked up at the swirling blood clouds above, his knuckles gripping the sword sheath until it creaked.
The countless Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains within the sealing formation were cracking inch by inch. Fiery demonic flames rose from their bones, turning to ash before hitting the ground.
The pure demonic qi gathered like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing madly towards the six demonic shadows lurking behind the Bronze Gate. Their distorted silhouettes were rapidly solidifying, the crimson demonic patterns flickering in the void, as if ancient ferocious beasts were about to break free from their cages.
“Song Chiyue, how much longer will Huikong take to recover?” He turned his hand to press against the trembling sword box, his brows filled with worry.
“Qin Luofeng, what good does questioning me do?” Song Chiyue coldly snorted: “It wasn’t me who injured Huikong. His injuries are severe, and I’ve already ordered my subordinates to fully restore him… If you think it’s not fast enough, why don’t you deal with the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains behind the Bronze Gate, and I’ll treat Huikong?”
Qin Luofeng glanced at Huikong beneath the Bronze Pillar.
Around Huikong, three disciples of the Jade Pool Sect sat cross-legged, their expressions serious as they performed distance healing, forcing out the toxic qi from his body.
“If you were to heal Huikong, how long would it take?” He turned to ask Song Chiyue.
“One incense stick’s time.” Song Chiyue said indifferently.
“Good!” Qin Luofeng slapped the sword box, causing the Yin-Yang Dual Swords to leap into his hands.
“One incense stick!” His voice rang like the clash of metal, and before his words faded, his figure transformed into a streak of light, advancing thirty zhang.
Purple-black demonic flames erupted suddenly within the Bronze Gate, and the six demonic shadows revealed ancient demonic patterns around their bodies.
Two figures in the air had blood-colored spirals in their pupils. One Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains held a demonic sword, while another held a blood scythe.
The moment their feet touched the ground, the hundred-zhang square bricks within the radius shattered into bloody sand.
A pungent wind carrying the pressure of Nascent Souls swept across the battlefield.
More than a hundred nearby sect disciples spat blood and staggered back.
They were utterly stunned.
The Small Secret Realm did not allow disciples above the Nascent Soul level to enter because anyone at that level would be repelled once inside.
Therefore, everyone believed that everything in the Small Secret Realm could not exceed the Nascent Soul level.
But now… Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains appeared! Right before their eyes, breaking through from peak Golden Core to Nascent Soul!
All their arrogance and confidence instantly vanished!
Qin Luofeng’s black hair at his temples was cut short by three inches by the demonic qi, his broken hair scattering as he suddenly accelerated.
The Yin-Yang Dual Swords crossed, creating bright and dark trajectories. The moment the sword qi collided with the demonic qi, boom!
The entire underground palace shook violently, with debris flying everywhere.
Song Chiyue watched the sword cultivator charging into the Bronze Gate with a faint smirk at the corner of her lips.
She adjusted her long skirt and sat down beside Huikong to channel her energy. Huikong opened his eyes slightly, exchanging a glance with her, understanding each other without words.
Some sect disciples began to flee in panic.
Others, more daring ones, stayed to support Qin Luofeng.
And among the crowd, a small figure moved against the tide, rushing toward the Bronze Gate.
[Are you crazy? Six Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains!]
Mo Shumei’s demon knife trembled violently: [Even if there were six Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains, forget it. You practice demon arts too. Even if they don’t target you first, there’s still Qin Luofeng. If you go over, he might kill you along with the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains!]
“Shut up!” Mo Shumei stared intently at one Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains that hadn’t yet opened its eyes.
That Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains held a black blade, with a fierce demonic qi surrounding it, and a chilling blade qi piercing straight to the heavens.
This blade qi was exactly the same as the blade techniques she practiced!
More importantly, she sensed the aura of the Great Compassion Scripture on this Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains!
To continue practicing the Great Compassion Scripture was the only way to suppress the demon knife.
She didn’t want to become a puppet of the demon knife.
For freedom, for survival… What’s wrong with risking her life?
[Let me go, I don’t want to die with you!]
“You have to help me!” Not only did Mo Shumei not let go, but she also gripped tightly as she gradually accelerated.
She had already separated from the crowd, bypassed the battlefield between Qin Luofeng and the two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains, and rushed into the Bronze Gate.
[I’ll help your father!]
“I’ll send you to see your father right now if you don’t help me!”
Mo Shumei pointed her blade directly at the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains holding the blade but not yet awakened.
While the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains was still asleep, this might be her only chance.
She must make the Soul Abyss draw its blade.
[I don’t have a father!] The Soul Abyss was still struggling.
“Then I’ll send you to the Sword Pavilion!”
Clang—!
The Soul Abyss abruptly drew its blade.
Suddenly, the entire underground palace resounded with the wailing cries of ten thousand ghosts.
The chains wrapped around the blade body broke inch by inch, and a blood tide resembling Yellow Spring Water slowly submerged the entire blade from the sheath.
Such a sinister aura of the Demon Path actually made Qin Luofeng pause momentarily in his battle.
But he had no opportunity to look inside the Bronze Gate. The continuous attacks from the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains followed closely. Fighting at the peak Golden Core against two Nascent Souls, even with extraordinary talent and various trump cards, he could only be brutally beaten.
He could only hope that Huikong would awaken quickly and solve the problem of the formation.
If it couldn’t be solved, opening the formation would also work.
…
At the same time, at the edge of the formation.
Xu An had secretly prepared the Three Talents Sword Formation long ago.
“The time has come!”
At this moment, the demonic qi of the Demon Formation was being crazily absorbed by the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains within the Bronze Gate, making it the weakest point.
It was also the opportunity he had been waiting for to break the formation!
Xu An bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the array plate.
The array patterns of the Three Talents Sword Formation glowed with a faint golden light. Zhen He, the direct disciple of the Concealed Sword Peak, had his sword Cangyun planted at the Li position array eye. Duan Feng, the direct disciple of Heartless Cliff, had his Ice Spirit hanging at the Kan position, together with Xu An’s Lingxian from the Lingyun Peak, forming the image of the Big Dipper’s killing intent in the void.
“Activate the formation!” Xu An’s hoarse cry was filled with blood foam.
Clang—!
The Three Talents Sword Formation surged upward with a hundred-zhang sword curtain. At the moment it collided with the Demon Formation, it emitted a grinding sound.
Zhen He’s sleeves on both arms exploded into pieces, revealing bulging veins on his exposed skin.
Duan Feng bled from all seven orifices, but his legs were firmly planted on the ground, unmoving, as the blue stone bricks beneath him turned to powder.
“Someone is breaking the formation?!”
Huikong suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the edge of the formation.
At this moment, he couldn’t afford to pretend to be unconscious anymore. He secretly pinched the talisman with his hands and pressed it onto the ground.
A soul-shattering demonic roar came from within the Bronze Gate.
One of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains woke up prematurely and flew to the edge of the formation,
delivering a punch straight down at the Three Talents Sword Formation.
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