207: Sword will soar to the sky

Xu Sanyan's Heart-Nature became increasingly tyrannical. He now only wanted to tear apart everything he saw in his sight. Although the crimson mist was strong, its side effect was obvious: it affected one's mind.

But for him, this wasn't a side effect, because even normally, his Heart-Nature wasn't much better.

Fang Qingge lowered his gaze to the longsword before him, his lips gently pursed, "This Sword Art is my initial creation. I invite you to test it!"

As soon as his voice fell, a light sword hum brushed past his ears, drawing his mind. As the tremor intensified, a sense of Severe (solemn killing intent) gradually permeated the air.

Qi Liang, hiding in the shadows, felt the Sword Intent nurtured within his body seemingly suppressed, and he couldn't help but be greatly surprised. Could it be affected from such a distance?

Zuoqiu Shu rubbed her arm, feeling a chill. Looking at the goosebumps on her body, this was her body reacting to stimulation, instinctively warning her that it was very dangerous here.

It wasn't just her; Zuoqiu Hui and Zuoqiu Zhen beside her, Wei Xunzhu and the Jiang Family members in the distance, and even further away, the Disciples and Elders of various Schools, all felt a chill in their hearts.

It was as if a layer of Sword Intent, invisible to the naked eye, rose from the earth and shot straight into the sky.

"What... is this...?"

Zuoqiu Hui couldn't understand. Everyone was in the Mystic Path Realm, so why were you all different?

Net Intent's Buddha phantom, Xu Sanyan's pervasive Devilish Qi, and now Fang Qingge's Sword Intent piercing the sky.

Zuoqiu Hui suddenly recalled the Old Ancestor's Feelings (lament) from back then,

"Sometimes, the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs..."

She now... seemed to understand the meaning of that sentence.

Zuoqiu Yi also sensible no longer asked her eldest sister if she could do it. She knew that these people were not like them.

Fang Qingge's face was calm, his eyes tightly closed, clear wind continuously swirling around him. His white robes fluttered, and his long black hair, already unbound, streamed behind his head.

The longsword floated in mid-air before him, its blade pointing at Xu Sanyan.

As his eyes opened, a sharp gleam flashed, and he softly uttered two words,

"Ling, Xiao!"

In that instant, the clear wind ceased, the sword hum dispersed, and all things fell silent. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing they would disturb this state of mind.

The vertical pupil in Xu Sanyan's brow also perceived that killing intent, adding three more points of crimson. His dark red long hair splayed out behind his head, and crimson mist surged around his body, pouring into the great halberd, causing the halberd's shaft to be covered in dark red patterns.

The Sword Intent was silent, arriving in an instant, difficult to observe with the naked eye, but Xu Sanyan "saw" it,

Or rather, he felt it.

Fang Qingge's Sword Intent drifted like an autumn leaf, carrying a sense of solemnity. Even from a great distance, that killing intent could be felt.

Meanwhile, Xu Sanyan was like a raging wildfire, full of aggression, visibly overflowing with wildness and unruliness.

This was a contest of "stillness" versus "motion."

The great halberd swept across, and rolling crimson mist, like a torrent of fire falling from the sky, met the Sword Intent in mid-air.

A moment of silence, followed by a roar in the sky. The crimson mist dispersed, and scarlet light scattered across the sky, like a shower of fire, vanishing in mid-air.

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Boom!!!"

The violent aftermath then spread, and the ground suddenly caved in, forming a huge deep pit, with rolling dust billowing.

His feet trembled, Fang Qingge's face paled, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He propped himself up with his longsword, finally steadying his body.

Mo Qianqian couldn't help but retreat two steps to release the force.

Zuoqiu Shu once again condensed a layer of magical barrier to block the aftershock, her heart already somewhat numb.

She hadn't done anything but block the aftershocks from their battle, and her magical power had already been consumed by a small half.

The crimson mist in mid-air dissipated, but the Sword Intent did not stop, piercing through layers of obstacles and rushing straight towards Xu Sanyan's heart.

Although there was still residual power, after being diminished by the crimson mist, its might had already weakened significantly.

"Ah!!"

Xu Sanyan roared, blocking with his great halberd in front of him.

"Sizzle!"

The formless Sword Intent lightly swept past the great halberd, carving a narrow slit across Xu Sanyan's chest. Blood immediately flowed out, staining the ground beneath his feet.

Fang Qingge's eyes held a hint of disappointment, and he smiled bitterly, shaking his head, "In the end, it was still a bit lacking..."

He could tell that although the Sword Intent injured Xu Sanyan, it was only a minor injury, not fatal.

The pervasive crimson mist was too sinister; even formless and insubstantial Sword Intent could be blocked. He lost fairly.

Xu Sanyan wiped a streak of blood from his chest, extended his tongue to lick his palm, his expression full of intoxication, as if savoring fine wine.

Suddenly, he stretched his lips into a grin, his everted fangs filled with ferocity and ruthlessness, "Good technique, to actually be able to injure me."

Fang Qingge took a deep breath, remaining silent.

"I'll take the item, alright?"

Everyone looked at him, no one responded. Fang Qingge wanted to stop him, but was powerless to do so.

Mo Qianqian said nothing, turning to leave. She was not skilled in direct combat, and the secret techniques she cultivated were restrained by Xu Sanyan. There was no point in staying here.

Net Intent lowered his head, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, regulating the chaotic magical power within his body.

Jiang Yan whimpered, his voice hoarse, his broken arms leaving him utterly despondent.

The Luo family siblings both fell into a coma, protected by the Qi Dao Sect's Disciples who were healing them.

"Hahahahaha..."

Xu Sanyan withdrew his Dao Body, laughing wildly, naked, and strode away.

Xiang Tan and the others followed closely behind, no one daring to stop them.

Zuoqiu Zhen's eyes flickered as she secretly glanced at Xu Sanyan's body. After a quick look, she quickly averted her gaze, her face flushing.

Zuoqiu Shu watched their retreating figures, shook her head, and also led her people away.

Qi Liang, hiding in the shadows, gritted his teeth fiercely and asked the people behind him, "Where's Fang Xiang? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Jiang Qinqin shook her head, "I don't know."

"Useless!"

At this moment, Fang Xiang was hiding in the distance, trembling as he looked at Xu Sanyan's retreating figure, and those unpleasant memories resurfaced in his mind.

...

Xu Sanyan led his people to an empty house, instructing them to guard outside, and entered the house alone.

As soon as he entered, he collapsed to the ground, his throat sweetened, and a streak of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fang Qingge's sword strike had indeed injured him, and not lightly. His internal organs suffered trauma, and there was not a single trace of magical power left in his body, making it impossible to maintain his Dao Body. He was truly at the end of his rope.

He had only been feigning strength earlier. At that time, he was surrounded by enemies, and everyone was staring at him. If he had shown even a hint of fatigue or weakness, he would have been torn to shreds in an instant.

Fortunately, his pretense of composure had fooled them, saving his life.

Xu Sanyan pulled at the corner of his mouth, a crazy smile on his face, and leaned weakly against the wall, panting heavily, taking a short rest.

He took out his Storage Pouch from his mouth, pulled out healing pills and Qi-recovery pills, and swallowed them all at once, slowly refining them.

The chest injury was not a big problem; with the strength of his Physical Body, it would heal in less than half a day. It was just the internal organ trauma that was somewhat troublesome, requiring slow nurturing.

But with the Jade Slip in hand, all of this was worth it.

"Senior Brother, are you alright?" Xiang Tan asked softly through the large wooden door.

Xu Sanyan said in a deep voice, "I'm fine."

He didn't say much; he understood the principle that the more one speaks, the more mistakes one makes.

Qin Manyang, Elder Ren, and the others outside were not easy to deal with. Xu Sanyan dared not expose his weakness in front of them.

Even if they were his own people, it wouldn't do!