126: Chapter 126 Complete Victory

Boom!

The Spiritual Pressure that had been restrained within Zhang Mingxuan suddenly erupted at this moment like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years.

It was not the trickling stream of the Early Nascent Soul stage, nor even the river of the Middle Stage, but a vast, bottomless ocean.

Late Stage Nascent Soul.

The terrifying pressure instantly filled the entire Void Realm, and even the turbulent Spiritual Qi caused by the great battle became as docile as sheep under the suppression of this domineering will.

"How is this possible..." Gu Qingshuang's pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpricks.

That originally unstoppable 'Frost Cold Nine Provinces' Flying Sword, under the impact of this Spiritual Pressure, actually emitted a groan of unbearable burden, and the frost flowers on the sword blade shattered inch by inch.

Gu Qingshuang withstood the pressure and forcibly activated the Flying Sword to attack Zhang Mingxuan.

"There is nothing impossible."

Zhang Mingxuan did not use any destructive Spell.

Facing the sword strike that was enough to freeze the Soul, he simply extended his right hand slowly, opening his five fingers, with his palm facing the tip of the sword.

"Earth generates Metal, Metal generates Water."

He recited silently in his heart.

The Huntian Spiritual Root operated, and the originally violent fire-attribute spiritual power instantly transformed into heavy earth-attribute gravity, which then turned into the softest water-attribute flowing force.

Hum—

Strange ripples appeared in the air.

That Flying Sword pierced into the force field three inches in front of Zhang Mingxuan's palm, just like stabbing into a mass of thick glue.

The sharp Sword Qi was not shattered by a head-on collision, but was peeled away, guided, and dissolved layer by layer by that continuous soft force.

"Deflect."

Zhang Mingxuan flicked his wrist lightly, and a perfectly timed clever force flowed upstream along the sword body.

Ding.

A crisp vibration sounded.

Gu Qingshuang only felt her tiger's mouth go numb; the Sword Intent that originally belonged to her was rebounded by the opponent in an unbelievable way, yet it was cleverly controlled within the limit of "pushing people away, not hurting them."

She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body uncontrollably flying backwards for hundreds of zhang, her feet tapping in the Void Realm several times before she barely stabilized her figure.

Her clothes fluttered, and her hair remained undisturbed.

She looked down at her undamaged hands, then looked at the man in the distance who was still maintaining the palm-pushing posture, and the Battle Intent in her eyes completely turned into confusion at this moment.

No wounds, no pain.

But this made her feel worse than if he had killed her.

This was an absolute gap in strength.

"Senior Sister, the paths in this world are not limited to just practicing the sword."

Zhang Mingxuan withdrew his hand, and the suffocating Late Stage Nascent Soul pressure also converged, as if everything just now was an illusion, "Take your people and retreat."

After speaking, he grabbed the stunned Shen Weilan and turned to disappear into the Void Realm.

"Heizhang, cover the rear. If anyone dares to pursue, do not hold back."

Heizhang stepped out silently, his steel body standing like an iron tower on the floating bridge, his cold electronic eyes scanning the pursuers from the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

Gu Qingshuang gripped her sword, watching the direction where that figure disappeared, and did not move for a long time.

It was not until the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters behind her arrived and anxiously asked if she was injured that she slowly shook her head, her voice as bitter as if she had swallowed a handful of coptis.

"Retreat."

She sheathed her long sword, feeling for the first time that this spirit sword in her hand, which had once accompanied her in slaying countless powerful enemies, had become so heavy.

Bian Base temporary camp.

Ye Duan was crouching beside the wreckage of a smashed Executioner, grumbling while dismantling the core components.

Zhang Mingxuan grabbed Shen Weilan and broke through the void, and seeing Shen Weilan's disheveled appearance, he grinned and wiped the black machine oil on his hands onto the other's pristine white robe.

"Yo, isn't this our great Genius Shen? How come you were chased like a rabbit?"

"Shut up."

Shen Weilan panted heavily, casting a lingering fearful look at the crumbling mountain-protecting Formation overhead, "Hurry! The 'Immortal Execution Sword Formation' of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is about to fall!"

There was no need for him to remind him.

Zhang Mingxuan had already felt the terrifying sharpness overhead that was enough to crush a Nascent Soul Cultivator into pulp.

The game at the True Immortal level, even just the aftermath, was not something they could resist head-on right now.

"All members assemble. Contract the Formation."

As DeepEye's instructions were issued through the spiritual wave network, more than two hundred Puppets quickly gathered towards the center, forming a tight iron-barrel Formation.

Zhang Mingxuan stood in the center of the Formation and held up the gray sphere that had been slowly rotating in his palm—the huntian instrument.

"Space folding, coordinate locked: Southern Border Base."

Hum—!

The huntian instrument suddenly stopped rotating, and the obscure runes on its surface suddenly lit up with blinding silver light.

A massive amount of Five Elements Spiritual Qi was forcibly injected into the sphere, and after transformation by the complex spatial Formation, it finally turned into a gravitational wave that distorted reality.

Crack.

The surrounding space made a crisp sound similar to glass shattering.

A temporary portal with a diameter of one hundred zhang opened above the army Formation without any warning.

At this moment, two massive Divine Senses swept over, one locking onto Shen Weilan, ready to move.

"Enter!"

Zhang Mingxuan gave an order, then grabbed the frozen Shen Weilan and threw him into the portal.

The entire steel legion did not hesitate, rolling back like a black tide.

Ye Duan was also pulled by this suction, and before he could even exclaim, he was swallowed into the darkness.

Finally, Zhang Mingxuan took one last look at the heaven-collapsing and earth-shattering battlefield.

The Divine Sense belonging to the Wanfa Sect swept over Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan cupped his hands towards the Forbidden Ground.

Then he stepped into the portal.

With his disappearance, the huge portal instantly collapsed into a singularity and finally annihilated completely.

In the very next second, a heaven-destroying column of Sword Qi crashed down, completely erasing the floating island within a ten-mile radius from the map.

...

Underground in the Southern Border, Bian Base teleportation hall.

The space fluctuated violently, and hundreds of figures fell out of thin air like dumplings.

"Cough cough... This teleportation Formation is too rough, more uncomfortable than seasickness."

Ye Duan climbed up from the ground, rubbing his waist that felt like it was about to break.

"It's not a teleportation Formation, it's space folding."

Shen Weilan's face was pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He stared fixedly at the gray ball that Zhang Mingxuan had put away, "You... you miniaturized space folding technology to this extent? What kind of Magic Treasure is that?!"

"The huntian instrument."

Zhang Mingxuan did not explain further, just waved his hand to let the Puppets return to their positions for maintenance.

He looked around this familiar and cold underground world, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

"We're home."

He glanced at Su Li and Ji Hongyi who came to meet them, both of their faces filled with relief.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, why did the Heavenly Sword Holy Land attack you without warning? Just for that rune logic technology? Someone who didn't know better would think it was bandits robbing. Are all the big sects of the Righteous Path like this?"

Zhang Mingxuan finally had time to ask the question that had been bottled up in his heart.

Shen Weilan gave a bitter smile: "It's a long story. This is just a fuse; the grievances between the Wanfa Sect and the Heavenly Sword Holy Land can be traced back tens of thousands of years. They were just looking for an excuse to make trouble for us."

So it's a historical legacy issue, Zhang Mingxuan thought silently, then said: "Your Old Ancestor knew I took you away, but he didn't stop me, or maybe he couldn't spare the time. The attitude of the Wanfa Sect is still unclear. What are your plans for the next step?"

Shen Weilan paused and said: "...I'll stay here for now. As for the Wanfa Sect, I will handle it."

Zhang Mingxuan nodded and said: "Everyone come to the conference room for a meeting to understand the current status of the Bian Base."