161: Chapter 161 Bloodbath at Qingxin Pavilion!

He turned around and looked at Su Qianxue.

"Can you still walk?"

Su Qianxue bit her lip and nodded.

Li Changsheng then looked toward Wang Hai, the heavily injured Jinyang Sect Disciples, and the two Loose Cultivators.

"What about you all?"

The others exchanged looks and also nodded.

Li Changsheng took a deep breath.

"Then let's go."

"We won't rely on them; we'll go on our own."

Under the cover of night, the six of them quietly bypassed that camp and continued toward the direction of Qingxin Pavilion.

Behind them, the firelight from the camp grew more and more distant.

Ahead, in the direction of Qingxin Pavilion, firelight soared into the sky, and the sounds of slaughter could be faintly heard.

Li Changsheng gripped the sword in his hand and strode forward.

Regardless of what the Sect higher-ups thought, he only knew that someone needed help.

So he would go help.

It was as simple as that.

Li Changsheng and the other five quickened their pace.

The night wind howled, making their robes flap and snap.

Up ahead, the firelight from Qingxin Pavilion grew brighter, and the sounds of battle became clearer.

Those sounds contained screams, roars, the booming of Spells, and the clashing of weapons, weaving together into a tragic battle song.

"Quick!"

Li Changsheng said in a low voice, his speed increasing by a few points.

Su Qianxue bit her lip, forcing herself to keep up.

Her wounds still throbbed with pain, but she knew now was not the time to rest.

Her fellow Disciples, her senior and junior sisters, were there fighting to the death.

An hour later, they finally saw the mountain gate of Qingxin Pavilion.

It was a Sect built within a mountain valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one narrow valley path leading to the outside world.

At the valley entrance, there should have been a magnificent archway, but it had now collapsed and shattered into several pieces.

The valley path was packed with dark silhouettes.

Evil cultivators.

They surged toward the valley entrance like a tide, wave after wave, frantically battering against the crumbling defensive line.

Behind the defensive line, the Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion were resisting with all their might.

They were in groups of three to five, forming battle arrays, using sword light, Spells, and Talismans to stubbornly block the evil cultivators' advance.

Every female cultivator was covered in wounds, and every one of them had despair in their eyes, yet not a single person retreated.

And behind them, a pale blue light shield enveloped the entire valley.

That was the Mountain-Protecting Array of Qingxin Pavilion; at this moment, its light was dim and it was teetering on the verge of collapse.

The light shield was covered in cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment.

"We're almost there!"

Seeing that familiar light shield, Su Qianxue's eyes grew hot, and she nearly burst into tears.

Li Changsheng didn't speak; he just gripped his sword and increased his speed.

The five of them rushed into the valley entrance and joined the battle.

Li Changsheng's opponent was an evil cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.

That evil cultivator had a face full of scars and held a Blood-Colored Long Saber, his saber techniques ruthless and sharp.

Seeing Li Changsheng rush over, he gave a sinister laugh and chopped down with his saber!

Li Changsheng sidestepped to avoid it and thrust out with his sword!

This strike was both fast and fierce—it was exactly the Gale Style from the Qinglan Sword Art!

The evil cultivator hadn't expected him to be so fast; he dodged in a panic but still had his shoulder sliced by the sword's edge!

"You little animal, such ruthless strikes!"

The evil cultivator cursed angrily, his saber techniques becoming even more violent.

Li Changsheng responded calmly, alternating between sword techniques and fist techniques.

He still had injuries on his body and his spiritual energy was insufficient, but he couldn't care about that now.

He only knew that he had to kill.

Kill one, and there would be one less.

Kill two, and there would be a bit more hope.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves—

The evil cultivator gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although his saber techniques were fierce, Li Changsheng's sword was faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

Every sword strike pierced his most uncomfortable spots, and every punch slammed into his most vulnerable areas.

After fifty moves, Li Changsheng's sword pierced through his heart!

The evil cultivator's eyes widened as he slowly collapsed.

Li Changsheng didn't stop; he turned to face the next enemy.

Behind him, Su Qianxue was also fighting.

Her injuries hadn't healed yet, but she gritted her teeth and persisted, coordinating with Li Changsheng's offense and using Qingxin Pavilion's auxiliary Spells to buff him.

A beam of clear light fell upon Li Changsheng, and his speed increased by another few points.

"Thanks!"

Li Changsheng said without looking back.

Su Qianxue didn't answer, only continuing to cast Spells.

The two Jinyang Sect Disciples were also fighting to the death.

Though they were not lightly injured, their eyes were now bloodshot as they exerted all their strength to slaughter the evil cultivators.

Wang Hai stayed by their side, silently killing enemies.

His sword techniques weren't as exquisite as Li Changsheng's, but he fought steadily and didn't retreat a single step.

The six of them were like a nail, firmly driven into the defensive line.

An hour later, the first wave of the evil cultivators' offensive was finally repelled.

Li Changsheng slumped onto the ground, gasping for breath.

Several more wounds had been added to his body, and blood dyed his clothes red.

But he couldn't worry about that, only staring at the crumbling light shield, his heart full of concern.

Just then, a figure descended from the mountain peak.

It was a white-haired old woman leaning on a Dragon-Head Staff, her entire body radiating a faint pressure.

The Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master of Qingxin Pavilion.

Her complexion was very poor and her Aura was erratic; she was clearly injured.

Yet she stood at the very front of the defensive line like a mountain, blocking the sight of all the evil cultivators.

"Pavilion Master!"

Su Qianxue cried out, wanting to rush over.

The Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master looked back at her and slightly shook her head.

"Step back."

She said, her voice raspy yet majestic.

Su Qianxue bit her lip and stepped back.

The Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master turned around, looking at the evil cultivators regrouping in the distance, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She raised her hand, and the staff in her grip suddenly lit up!

A pillar of pale green light soared into the sky, piercing the clouds!

The light was so intense that no one could keep their eyes open!

Within the light pillar, the Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master's figure became fainter and fainter, as if she were burning her own life.

"Pavilion Master!"

The Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion cried out in alarm.

The Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master did not look back.

Her voice came from within the light pillar.

"My Qingxin Pavilion has stood for over two thousand years and has never bowed to evil ways. Today is no different."

The light pillar exploded with a bang, turning into countless streaks of flowing light that shot toward those evil cultivators!

Screams rose one after another as countless evil cultivators were struck by the light and died on the spot!

That overwhelming offensive was actually forced back by this single strike!

But the Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master's figure also completely dissipated within the light pillar.

Li Changsheng stared blankly in that direction, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

He thought of True Lord Xuan Yun's phantom, he thought of Zhou Yuan's gaze before he died, and he thought of all those who had sacrificed themselves to protect others.

They were all gone.

But their spirit remained.

He gripped his sword and stood up.

Behind him, Su Qianxue crouched on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

The Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion also had red eyes, silently shedding tears.

But no one retreated.

Because their Pavilion Master had used her life to tell them that they could not retreat.

Li Changsheng walked to the very front of the defensive line, standing where the Elder Matriarch Pavilion Master had just stood.

He turned around and looked at the Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion.

"The Pavilion Master is gone,"

"But her words remain."

"Qingxin Pavilion must not fall."

The Disciples looked at him, and light gradually ignited in their eyes.

They stood up, gripped their swords, and walked to his side.

One, two, three...

More and more people stood out, standing at the very front of the defensive line.

In the distance, the evil cultivators regrouped and launched another attack.

Li Changsheng took a deep breath and gripped his sword.

Come on then.

He stepped forward to meet them.

Behind him were countless gazes and countless determined hearts.

He was no longer alone.

The battle for Qingxin Pavilion lasted for three whole days and nights.

Li Changsheng no longer remembered how many evil cultivators he had killed, nor how many wounds had been added to his body.

He only remembered every sword swing, every parry, and every struggle on the edge of life and death.

On the evening of the third day, the evil cultivators were repelled once again.

Li Changsheng slumped amidst the ruins, gasping for breath.

His spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

The wounds on his body were still seeping blood, and his vision was beginning to blur.