126: Chapter 126 Ding Yuan's Power

Regarding this.

Ding Yuan also laughed.

"Hahaha..."

His laughter was full of mockery. He released his grip on the sword hilt, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head to look at Inner Sect Elder Han Song, and his voice was as cold as shards of ice: "The heaven and earth spiritual treasure is right in front of us; who the hell made an agreement with you?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Inner Sect Elder Han Song's empty hands, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Besides, where is your xuantian mirror? It was taken back by your Grand Elder, wasn't it? Without the xuantian mirror, what are you, Inner Sect Elder Han Song, in front of me?"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression instantly turned gloomy.

Ding Yuan took a step forward, his hand pressing back onto the sword hilt.

"Inner Sect Elder Han Song, if you're sensible, take your people and get lost."

"The Heavenly Sword Sect will take what is in this bronze vat."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song gritted his teeth, his face turning livid.

Behind them.

Wu Li crouched in the shadow of the flying eaves, his blood-red pupils taking in everything inside the hall through the shattered window lattice.

Zhang Huaiyuan crouched behind him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Wu Li raised his right hand and tapped his forehead lightly with a sword finger.

"Blood Pupil, open."

The blood-red pattern on his forehead suddenly lit up.

The Blood Pupil slowly opened, and wherever his gaze fell, that huge bronze vat became transparent in his eyes.

Inside the vat was a massive amount of liquid.

The liquid was pale gold, flowing slowly within the vat like a dormant lake.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils contracted slightly, and he took a deep breath.

The liquid there was not ordinary; it was... a massive amount of spiritual liquid, so much that it was suffocating.

He made a rough estimate; if he could refine all the spiritual liquid inside, it would definitely be enough for him to Breakthrough to the third rank.

Just then, Ding Yuan's voice came from the hall, cold and hard as iron: "Inner Sect Elder Han Song, I don't want to waste time with you, just take your people and get lost!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song was furious.

"Ding Yuan, you are too arrogant!"

"Then let's see what you're really made of!"

Ding Yuan did not speak again; he waved his right hand, and his spiritual sword unsheathed.

"Feiling Sword, appear!"

The sword light was like a stream of silk, carving a sharp arc through the air and heading straight for Inner Sect Elder Han Song's face.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression changed drastically; he stomped hard on the ground and retreated rapidly, while simultaneously forming hand seals, causing a cyan Spiritual Qi shield to hastily manifest in front of him.

The sword light struck the shield, shattering it into specks of light filling the air, and Inner Sect Elder Han Song was shaken back several steps by the aftershock, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it!"

"Attack together!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song shouted sharply.

The Disciples of the Xuanyi Sect all made their moves, and Sword Qi, fireballs, ice cones, and golden needles rained down upon the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Ding Yuan snorted coldly, his sword seals flying, and the spiritual sword transformed into countless sword shadows in the air, pouring down like a rainstorm.

Each sword shadow accurately struck a Xuanyi Sect Disciple, and screams rose one after another.

As a Sword Cultivator, Ding Yuan's combat power was extremely formidable; his Peak Foundation Establishment cultivation was released without reservation, and wherever the sword light passed, no one could stop it.

Wu Li crouched on the flying eaves, his blood-red pupils coldly watching the chaotic battle in the hall.

He did not move, intending to wait until they were both battered and exhausted before making a move.

Zhang Huaiyuan crouched behind Wu Li, his gaze fixed intently on the chaotic battle in the hall.

His eyes darted around the Xuanyi Sect Disciples, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he licked his lips, a flash of greed appearing in his eyes.

Those injured, fallen, and struggling Xuanyi Sect Disciples were not people in his eyes; they were moving clusters of essence blood.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, faster and faster, more and more rapid, like an uncontrollable beast.

"Master..."

Zhang Huaiyuan couldn't help but lean forward, his voice lowered extremely low, yet carrying an irrepressible urgency, "I..."

"If you don't want to die, then go."

Wu Li didn't even turn his head, his voice hoarse and cold, as if he were talking about the most ordinary thing, "Those two people below, either one of them could crush you to death."

Zhang Huaiyuan's mouth hung open, the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

His fingers stopped, the greed in his eyes largely extinguished by fear, but that craving was still there, like an unquenchable fire, flickering deep in the depths of his eyes.

He shrank back and crouched behind Wu Li again, but his gaze never left the battle in the hall; to be precise, it never left those Xuanyi Sect Disciples.

Fresh blood gushed from wounds, staining the Dharma robes red and dripping onto the ground, pooling into dark red puddles.

Zhang Huaiyuan's Adam's apple bobbed again, and the Killing Intent in his eyes flickered, as if he were counting how many people were still alive, how many could still move, and how many could still be drained.

Wu Li crouched on the flying eaves, his blood-red pupils coldly watching the chaotic battle in the hall, motionless.

He didn't need to look back to know what Zhang Huaiyuan was thinking.

The devouring power of the Blood Seal Pagoda was an instinct carved into the bones; smelling the scent of blood was like a hungry wolf smelling meat.

The battle in the hall continued; seven or eight Xuanyi Sect members had already fallen, and the Heavenly Sword Sect had also lost four or five people.

Ding Yuan was in good condition, and the runes on his sword were glowing brighter and brighter.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song, however, was not doing much better; his Dharma robe was torn in several places, and he had sword wounds all over his face, hands, and chest, his face covered in blood.

But his eyes were still frighteningly bright; he formed a hand seal, and a cyan beam of Spiritual Qi shot from his palm, heading straight for Ding Yuan's chest.

Ding Yuan dodged to the side, and the beam of light grazed his shoulder, striking the stone pillar behind him, which shattered in response.

"Boom, boom, boom~"

Both sides became more and more heated as they fought.

The Xuanyi Sect Disciples fell one after another, and screams echoed in the hall.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression was ugly, a deathly pale showing through his livid face; he gritted his teeth, and his voice squeezed out from his throat: "Ding Yuan, does your Heavenly Sword Sect truly want to tear apart the face of our Xuanyi Sect?"

Ding Yuan slashed a charging Xuanyi Sect Disciple away with one sword strike, not even lifting an eyelid, his voice as cold as shards of ice: "Tear apart the face? When your Xuanyi Sect was extorting us outside, why didn't you think about tearing apart the face?"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression became even uglier.

He knew he was in the wrong, but this was not the time for reasoning.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and lowered his voice, carrying a trace of a negotiating tone.

"Ding Yuan, my Xuanyi Sect can give you twenty percent of the things in this bronze vat. If you take your people and withdraw, I will act as if nothing happened."

Ding Yuan laughed, his laughter full of mockery. His sword seals did not stop, and the spiritual sword transformed into a stream of light, slashing away another Xuanyi Sect Disciple.

"Twenty percent? Inner Sect Elder Han Song, have you been beaten silly? The Heavenly Sword Sect wants everything in this bronze vat!"

"Agree, and you can take your people and get lost. If you don't agree, I will beat you until you do."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's fists clenched until they creaked, his nails digging into his palms, and blood flowed down through his fingers.

He stared at Ding Yuan, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, but in the end, he did not make another move.

He couldn't win.

Without the xuantian mirror, he had absolutely no power to fight back against Ding Yuan.

Of those ten Xuanyi Sect Disciples, some were dead, some were injured; less than half were still standing, and each was wounded, their combat power greatly diminished.

If they continued to fight, they would be wiped out.