192: Chapter 192 A Soul-Burning Sword...

He glanced at the figure in the Void Realm that was still continuously bombarding the flower net, then glanced at Lady Hua's trembling body, which was struggling to hold on, and said nothing more.

In a battle of this level, no matter how extraordinary Wu Li was, he could not intervene.

Since that was the case, Wu Li did not hesitate any longer.

"Let's go."

As his voice fell, Wu Li turned around and spread his wings; his ink-purple feathers shimmered with a cold, metallic luster amidst the green light of the flower net.

With a flap of his wings, he flew toward the back of Taiyue Mountain.

Hei Yu followed behind him, with Heida, Heier, Bai Chi, and Heishan close behind, while the Crow Flock followed in a sky-covering swarm, their "caw-caw-caw" calls echoing through the valley.

Jin Kui glanced at Lady Hua's back, then looked in the direction Wu Li had gone, gritted his teeth, and turned to follow.

Tieshan also did not hesitate, his iron-gray figure striding rapidly toward the back of the mountain.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The flower net trembled overhead, and Shangguan Hong's handprint continued to strike down again and again; with every strike, Lady Hua's body shuddered, and with every strike, her face grew paler.

After all the Yao Race had disappeared into the mist of the back mountain, Lady Hua smiled.

The smile was very light and faint, like the last ripple caused by a bamboo leaf falling onto the surface of the water.

It was not relief, nor was it the sweetness of success after suffering; it was a sense of composure, knowing she could finally surrender her life.

She turned around and looked toward the bamboo forest deep within Taiyue Mountain.

The emerald green bamboo was still there, the stalks as thick as arms, with layers of bamboo leaves swaying in the gray-white mist.

"Ah Feng, help me."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it was as if she were speaking to someone who was asleep.

But the moment her voice fell, the entire bamboo forest came alive.

"Boom!!!!"

Bamboo roots pulled out from the ground, soil churned, and gravel scattered.

In the center of the bamboo forest, a bamboo sword broke through the earth.

The sword body was three feet long and entirely emerald green; the patterns of the bamboo joints on the blade were clearly visible, and the hilt was wrapped in several hair-thin bamboo roots that pulsed like blood vessels.

That was Zhu Feng's life-bound Magical Artifact, the sword he had used his entire life.

After he died, the sword had been buried by him in the deepest part of the bamboo forest, nurtured by his remnant soul for thirty years.

At this moment, the sword had awakened.

The bamboo sword soared into the sky, its emerald green sword light cutting through the gray-white mist like a streak of green lightning, piercing straight into the clouds.

Wherever the sword light passed, Shangguan Hong's handprint, which was still bombarding the flower net, was split open by a single strike; the gray-white Spiritual Qi splashed everywhere, falling from the sky like shattered glass.

A flash of shock crossed Shangguan Hong's eyes.

He looked down at the emerald green sword light, his pupils slightly constricting.

This Sword Qi possessed a power that could only erupt by burning away a complete remnant soul.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen this kind of sword before.

It was a sword that traded life for life, the final strike of someone who knew they were destined to die.

"Useless struggle!"

Shangguan Hong's expression turned cold; he raised his hand and struck down with his palm once more.

Gray-white Spiritual Qi condensed in his palm into a handprint several times larger than before, the patterns on it clearly visible, like a massive seal smashing down from the sky, carrying the full pressure of the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

The bamboo sword was struck by the handprint, emitting a sharp sword cry like a wounded beast roaring.

The emerald green light on the sword dimmed slightly, and the bamboo sword was knocked backward, tumbling as it fell through the air.

"Swish!"

At this moment.

Lady Hua's figure flickered, turning into a pale green stream of light as she rushed toward the falling bamboo sword and gripped the hilt.

The moment the bamboo roots on the hilt touched her palm, they connected to her Meridians like blood vessels.

The remnant soul Zhu Feng had left in the sword intertwined with her Demon Power, the emerald green sword light and the pale green Spiritual Qi merging into a brand-new, brighter, colder, and sharper radiance.

Lady Hua struck back with the sword, slashing toward Shangguan Hong.

Lady Hua slashed out with the sword, the emerald green sword light carrying pale green Demon Power, turning into a Sword Qi a zhang long that headed straight for Shangguan Hong's face.

"Swish!!!"

"Hmph!"

Shangguan Hong snorted coldly and pointed his finger, gray-white Spiritual Qi condensing at his fingertip into a cold star that collided with the Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi shattered, the cold star dissipated simultaneously, and a ripple of air exploded between the two.

"Boom-whoosh~"

Lady Hua's body paused in the Void Realm but did not stop; she continued to press forward, the bamboo sword flying in her hands, each strike faster than the last, each strike fiercer than the last.

With every sword slash, a faint phantom of a man in green robes appeared within the Sword Qi.

The man was tall and slender with an elegant face; the phantom was not solid, even somewhat blurry, as if looking at someone through a thin layer of mist, but his movements were synchronized with Lady Hua's—she swung, he swung; she thrust, he thrust; she slashed, he slashed...

"Swish, swish, swish!!"

Several strikes in succession.

Shangguan Hong was forced to retreat several steps by these storm-like sword moves; three gashes were cut into his gray-white robes, and although it did not wound his flesh, he was very disheveled.

His face darkened; being forced back by a flower demon who had just broken through to the Fourth Rank while he was in the Nascent Soul Late Stage would not sound good if word got out.

"Enough!"

Shangguan Hong struck out with a palm, the palm wind carrying gray-white Spiritual Qi, pressing toward Lady Hua like a wall.

Lady Hua blocked horizontally with her sword; the bamboo sword emitted a muffled sound and bent, and she was knocked backward, flipping twice in the air before landing and retreating several steps, steadying herself by stabbing the bamboo sword into the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The green-robed phantom stood behind her, a phantom hand resting on her shoulder as if supporting her, or perhaps giving her strength.

Lady Hua did not turn back, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

She straightened her body, pulled up the bamboo sword, and pointed the tip at Shangguan Hong.

The green-robed phantom stood by her side, shoulder to shoulder with her.

At this moment.

Shangguan Hong looked down at the three gashes on his robe, his expression darkening completely.

He had struck this palm in anger, something an ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator could not withstand at all, yet this flower demon had actually withstood it; his pupils constricted slightly as he re-evaluated the figure holding the bamboo sword before him.

"You do have some ability."

Shangguan Hong's voice was no longer flat but had gained a touch of seriousness; for some reason, he always had a feeling of... something ominous in his heart.

"Let it end here."

"Heaven-Suppressing Seal Technique!"

Shangguan Hong raised his hands, slowly pressing them together in front of him, and gray-white Spiritual Qi surged from his palms.

"Boom!!!"

At this moment.

Tieshan and the other Yao who had not yet fully left all came to a stop; the Yao turned back to look at the gray-white figure in the Void Realm, their bodies trembling, and the irrepressible fear in their hearts made them shiver involuntarily.

The Heaven-Suppressing Seal, using one's own Nascent Soul as a foundation to communicate with and condense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into a seal; once the seal falls, it can suppress a region of the world.

This was not a spell; it was a Domain, a Domain unique to Shangguan Hong himself.

Thirty years ago, when Zhu Feng was about to break through to a Fourth Rank Yao King, he was directly suppressed and killed by Shangguan Hong using this Divine Ability.