Yelü Miaomiao’s jade hand gently lifted, her fingertips gracefully forming a mysterious Dharma Seal like blooming flowers.
Behind her, the void trembled, and a majestic Dharma body phantom quietly appeared, emitting an awe-inspiring aura that palpitated hearts.
The young girl’s eyes blazed like torches, her palm facing the sky, making the gesture of the Overturning Heaven Seal.
The enormous Dharma body responded accordingly, a gigantic palm that overshadowed the sun, condensed out of thin air, carrying the montum of toppling mountains and overturning seas as it ferociously slapped towards the two people opposite her.
The vast Sword Qi poured out like the Milky Way scattering in all directions.
Ran Qingchen’s Sword Technique rose once more, her body’s Sword Brilliance swirling around like a tornado, her hair flying. Every strand of hair seed to contain Sword Intent, rging with the Sword Qi around her body.
Yelü Miaomiao, possessing the power of a Dharma body, had reached the Sanctum Ascension realm.
Shang Zhiyu’s cultivation was also at the Sanctum Ascension, but because she had transford into a demon and had sustained serious injuries, even after devouring so many people, she could exert, at most, twenty to thirty percent of her strength.
Ran Qingchen possessed the cultivation of the Heaven Desolation Boundary.
However, she now harbored the residual soul of the Asura Queen within her, and after turning dark, she had indirectly gained so power.
Thus, neither side currently held an absolute advantage over the other.
After nurous consecutive rounds without forming a suppression, Yelü Miaomiao, looking at Ran Qingchen, full of Sword Qi, secretly felt alard,
"This girl’s realm is clearly inferior to mine, yet why is each of her sword strikes so terrifying? Could she have used so secret technique? At this rate, I truly cannot kill them."
Yelü Miaomiao couldn’t help feeling anxious, hoping that Qu Hongling would arrive soon.
Compared to Yelü Miaomiao, Ran Qingchen was even more shocked inside.
The opponent seed about her age, yet her cultivation was so terrifying, even more formidable than Qu Hongling. Even within the Ten Thousand Mountains, dominated by demons, this was rare.
Indeed, the world hid masters far beyond her imagination.
Ran Qingchen whispered to Shang Zhiyu, "Master, this demon is sowhat difficult to deal with, we probably can’t kill her. Should we leave here first to avoid her companions arriving?"
Shang Zhiyu felt sowhat unwilling but was also concerned.
She feared Yelü Miaomiao would tell others about her situation, which, if known by Ran Qingchen, might lead to her losing her last "Amulet."
Encountering Ran Qingchen was already a great fortune.
As long as she could tether this disciple to her side, she would have enough ti to gradually recover her cultivation.
But for now, the two of them indeed couldn’t kill Yelü Miaomiao.
After so hesitation, Shang Zhiyu reluctantly nodded, deciding to leave the area first.
Just as Shang Zhiyu was about to retreat, she was horrified to discover that she couldn’t move.
Not only her, but Ran Qingchen and Yelü Miaomiao also couldn’t move, as if suddenly, invisible shackles surged between heaven and earth, tightly entwining around them, rendering them immobile.
Even their Yuan Qi couldn’t circulate.
Initially, both sides thought it was a mysterious secret technique deployed by the other party, but realizing that they all had lost the ability to move, they instantly grew puzzled.
"To take sothing from others and then try to escape, is this the practice of the Xuanji Sword Sect?"
Suddenly, a deep voice imbued with a hint of chill, like a night breeze brushing across ancient pines, drifted slowly through.
Among the mountain woods, a figure slowly erged.
The newcor was a middle-aged man.
The man was clad in a long robe interwoven with purple and black, his features sharp and distinct, exuding a heroic bearing.
"Wang Luoyan!?"
Shang Zhiyu’s expression drastically changed.
Wang Luoyan, the Sect Leader of the Myriad Phenona God Sect.
Previously ranked among the top ten martial artists in the world, he secluded himself for seventeen years to comprehend the "Wanxiang Senluo Great Skill," successfully stepping into the Feathered Transformation Realm.
He had fought with Shi Luoxia a few days ago and, although injured, his power left many astonished.
She had thought he would seclude himself to heal, never expecting him to follow her here.
Shang Zhiyu felt her heart sink to the bottom.
After successfully leaving the forbidden grounds of the Myriad Phenona God Sect, she felt sowhat relieved thinking he was too preoccupied to care about her, but he had still followed her.
Wang Luoyan stood with his hands behind his back, striding forward with calm steps.
With each step he took, an invisible pressure advanced like a tidal wave, and the three of them felt the air around them grow increasingly dense, as if countless iron chains were wrapping tightly around them.
This was the absolute suppression of true power.
Wang Luoyan’s gaze swept over Yelü Miaomiao and Ran Qingchen, settling on Shang Zhiyu, and he spoke indifferently, "Elder Shang, how did you co to know that we kept that demon in the forbidden land of my Myriad Phenona God Sect."
Shang Zhiyu spoke coldly, "I don’t understand what you are saying."
A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Wang Luoyan’s mouth:
"Twenty years ago, you stole the Heart-Capturing Elixir from Spring-Autumn Mountain in order to master the Mahā Goddess Sword Skill. Thirteen years ago, to gain access to the fifth level of the Xuanji Sword Cave, you covertly replaced your blood with phoenix blood."
Five years ago, due to the side effects of the phoenix blood, the ridians throughout your body began to decay, so you could only relieve it with demon energy.
To completely cure yourself, you needed the innate demon energy of a Netherworld Demon.
This old man guesses that you originally planned to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains to find the Netherworld Demon, but halfway there you stumbled upon the destruction of the sanctum of my Myriad Phenona God Sect.
And, not knowing from where you obtained the information, you learned that there was a Netherworld Demon imprisoned within our sect’s sanctum, so you went to snatch it..."
Listening to Wang Luoyan speak slowly, the color gradually drained from Shang Zhiyu’s face.
How did this guy know all these details so clearly?
She raised her voice, sternly saying, "Wang Luoyan, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about! Release us at once!"
Next to her, Ran Qingchen looked completely baffled.
Could what he said be true?
Her master’s temperant was always calm and detached, never embroiled in worldly disputes and rarely leaving the sect. How could she be such a selfish opportunist?
Yelü Miaomiao, upon learning the woman’s true identity, was equally shocked.
But what puzzled her more was, what exactly was a Netherworld Demon?
Was it different from regular demons?
At this mont, Wang Luoyan looked at Ran Qingchen and smiled, "This disciple of yours is exceptional, quite resembling Jiang Wan’s elegance. You’ve cultivated her so ticulously, probably for the..."
"Wang Luoyan!"
Shang Zhiyu’s face darkened, glaring fiercely at the man, "My Xuanji Sword Sect has no past grievances with your Myriad Phenona God Sect, do you not fear that killing us would bring doom to your entire sect?"
Wang Luoyan’s expression was one of contempt: "The Xuanji Sword Sect... does it matter?"
Wang Luoyan lifted his palm, spreading his fingers apart.
Shang Zhiyu was instantly pulled in front of him, caught by the man’s grasp around her neck.
"Release my master!"
Ran Qingchen cried out in alarm, her voice sharp with anger.
Wang Luoyan couldn’t care less about her, fixing Shang Zhiyu with a cold stare:
"There is a trace of Netherworld Demon energy on you, which ans the demon is on you. Elder Shang, from now on, you will stay imprisoned in the sanctum of Myriad Phenona God Sect. You will take the place of... that demon."
"Release my master!"
Ran Qingchen’s pupils dilated with spilling crimson, her body swirling with strands of invisible blood energy.
Wang Luoyan seed to notice sothing, his cold gaze shifting to Ran Qingchen, eliciting an "eh" sound, "The energy on this girl seems to be similar to..."
Wang Luoyan’s words were cut off as the ground suddenly started shaking violently.
In an instant, vegetation bent and rocks trembled.
The sudden change stunned everyone present, including Wang Luoyan.
As if summoned by sothing, a dazzling light burst through the clouds, and a giant fist outline, as hot as molten lava, suddenly appeared in the sky.
Yelü Miaomiao’s face changed, she thought to herself, "Could it be that Mr. Qu has gone mad again?"
Breaking out of her confines, she looked around but saw no sign of Qu Hongling.
"This is..."
Wang Luoyan frowned slightly, feeling the phenonon was sowhat familiar. Just as he finally rembered a record, his pupils suddenly contracted, "Is this the Sky Burning Fist from Huoyun Mountain?"
Wasn’t the Sky Burning Fist long lost?
Why appears here?
Before Wang Luoyan could figure it out, a massive fiery fist ca crashing down from the sky, rolling up walls of fla that layered and surged like monstrous waves.
Wang Luoyan attempted to flee but it was already too late.
He released the woman he was holding, raising his hands to lift, a surge of atmospheric currents swirling around him, the air filled with the essence of All-Encompassing Senluo, forming an invisible net creating an indestructible barrier.
"Tsk, the essence of my skill has been sowhat mastered."
Next to Ran Qingchen, the Asura Queen, who had appeared unnoticed, watched the scene with aningful interest.
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