187: At the moment of life and death, the key person comes

Lin Ziye's voice exploded in the canyon like a thunderclap.

He held a sword in his right hand and formed a hand seal with his left. Seven dark rays of light suddenly shot out from his spatial ring, landing and transforming into seven pitch-black humanoid Puppets.

Each Puppet's eyes flickered with a faint blue flame, emitting the oppressive aura of a first-level King Realm expert.

On the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, the lackeys who were watching the show changed their expressions.

Someone cried out in alarm, "Seven Fiend Puppets! He can actually control seven King Realm Puppets simultaneously!"

Mo Tianxiao's folding fan paused, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "I underestimated you, but..."

His folding fan suddenly opened, and golden runes flowed across its surface. "What waves can a mere seven first-level Puppets stir up?"

However, the next second, Lin Ziye's seven Puppets formed a Dao Soldier formation, and their strength instantly increased significantly.

"Kill!"

Lin Ziye stopped talking nonsense and, with a command, the seven Puppets simultaneously surged forward.

Three pounced on Xuan Wuji, two entangled Bing Li'er, and the remaining two charged into the group of lackeys on the cliffs on both sides.

He himself turned his sword, and the blue longsword erupted with lightning, striking directly at Mo Tianxiao's throat.

The canyon immediately descended into chaos.

The Puppets were not afraid of death, and every move was a suicidal attack.

One Puppet had its right arm severed by Xuan Wuji's blood sword, but it used its left hand to firmly grasp the sword body, while another Puppet took the opportunity to claw at Xuan Wuji's heart.

This forced the Saint of the Profound Fiend Imperial Dynasty to retreat repeatedly, looking disheveled.

"Damn Puppets!" Xuan Wuji roared, and his blood-colored longsword suddenly erupted with dazzling bloody light, shattering two Puppets simultaneously.

But dozens of dark, fine needles suddenly shot out from the shattered Puppet remains. Xuan Wuji failed to dodge in time, and three black needles pierced his shoulder, causing blood to gush out instantly.

On the other side, Lin Ziye and Mo Tianxiao were locked in battle.

The blue longsword and the golden folding fan collided, erupting with dazzling spiritual light.

Mo Tianxiao's folding fan seemed light, but each swing was as heavy as a thousand jun, and the runes appearing on the fan surface continuously transformed into chains to entangle Lin Ziye.

"Sky Locking Talisman!" Mo Tianxiao suddenly threw his folding fan into the air, and twelve golden talismans shot out from the fan bones, wrapping around Lin Ziye's limbs like living creatures.

Lin Ziye's body stiffened, and his movements immediately slowed by a third.

"Good opportunity!"

Seeing this, Bing Li'er immediately broke free from the two Puppets' entanglement and formed a hand seal: "Extreme Ice Pierce!"

A crystalline ice cone condensed out of thin air, shooting towards Lin Ziye's back with bone-chilling coldness.

At the critical moment, a Puppet suddenly pounced, blocking the ice cone with its body.

With a "crack," the Puppet was frozen into an ice sculpture, then burst into countless fragments.

Lin Ziye took the opportunity to unleash his spiritual power, shattering the golden talismans on his body, and with a backhand sword strike, he slashed at Mo Tianxiao.

"Clang!"

Mo Tianxiao hastily parried with his folding fan, but he was sent flying backward by the sword strike, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes finally showed solemnity: "This child's combat power is actually so formidable!"

He truly couldn't understand why Lin Ziye, who was merely at the first level of the King Realm, possessed such formidable strength.

The battle seemed to be in a stalemate, but Lin Ziye knew clearly that three of the seven Puppets had been destroyed, and the remaining four were also heavily damaged.

His own spiritual power was more than half depleted, while the three opponents, although slightly injured, were far from being critically wounded.

"I must finish this quickly!" A hint of determination flashed in Lin Ziye's eyes, and he formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest: "Soul Burning Art, activate!"

In an instant, a violent aura erupted from his body.

His hair turned silver-white at a visible speed, his eyes transformed into pure green light, and the Sword Qi surrounding him changed from green to purplish-black, buzzing loudly.

"A secret art that burns the Origin of life?" Mo Tianxiao's expression changed drastically. "Retreat! Everyone retreat temporarily! He can't maintain this state for long."

"We just need to stall for time..."

Unfortunately, the warning came too late.

Lin Ziye's speed suddenly increased several times, almost turning into a flash of lightning, instantly appearing before Xuan Wuji.

This time, his sword was no longer entwined with green light, but with tiny spatial cracks.

"Void Slash!" The blue longsword, carrying destructive power, slashed down overhead.

Xuan Wuji hastily activated a blood fiend body-protecting secret art, and a layer of scab-like armor covered his entire body.

However, the power of this sword strike far exceeded imagination, and the blood armor was easily torn apart like paper.

"Pfft—"

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh was clearly audible. A deep, bone-visible wound was carved across Xuan Wuji's chest, and blood gushed out.

If he hadn't twisted his body at the last moment to dodge, this sword strike would have split him in half.

"Brother Xuan!" Mo Tianxiao exclaimed, waving his folding fan, and countless golden runes wrapped around Lin Ziye like chains.

Bing Li'er also attacked with full force: "Absolute Zero!"

Pale cold Qi swept out, freezing even the air wherever it passed.

Lin Ziye's figure flickered, avoiding most of the attacks, but he was still entangled by several golden talisman chains on his left leg, and his speed immediately decreased significantly.

Bing Li'er's cold Qi took the opportunity to strike, freezing his right arm into an ice sculpture.

"Pfft—"

Lin Ziye spat out a mouthful of blood, and the backlash of the Soul Burning Art began to manifest.

He knelt on one knee, and the remaining four Puppets, losing spiritual power support, fell to the ground one after another, transforming back into shadows and returning to the spatial ring.

The canyon suddenly fell silent.

Only Lin Ziye's heavy breathing and Xuan Wuji's painful groans remained.

"It's over."

"To have reached this point by yourself, you can be proud, but unfortunately, you are destined to die..."

Mo Tianxiao said coldly, pointing his folding fan at Lin Ziye's glabella, "Hand over the Legacy, and I'll give you a quick death."

Lin Ziye sneered, his silver-white hair stained with blood: "Want the Legacy? It has already merged with my Soul... kill me, and you'll get nothing..."

"Then we'll cripple you first, and then interrogate you slowly!" Xuan Wuji walked over, his face contorted with rage, clutching the wound on his chest.

The blood sword in his hand pulsed with a crimson glow, pointing directly at Lin Ziye's Dantian.

Bing Li'er also slowly approached, ice crystal chains condensing between her hands: "I will freeze your Meridians, making you wish you were dead but unable to die."

Lin Ziye looked at the three approaching figures, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

The backlash of the Soul Burning Art made his entire Meridians feel as if they were being burned by raging fire, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

He closed his eyes, preparing to face his final fate.

Just as Xuan Wuji's blood sword was about to pierce Lin Ziye's Dantian, two earth-shattering roars suddenly came from outside the canyon.

The roars were like thunder from the Nine Heavens, shaking the entire canyon.

"Who dares to harm my brother!"

"Those who harm my brother shall die!"

Along with these two furious roars, a golden stream of light streaked across the sky, arriving in an instant.

It was a giant finger entirely condensed from spiritual power, golden in color, wrapped with ancient runes, and carrying world-destroying might, striking directly at Xuan Wuji.

Xuan Wuji hastily changed his move, blocking with his blood sword.

"Boom!" Amidst the deafening explosion, Xuan Wuji flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily against the cliff, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Almost simultaneously, another palm print, as black as ink, descended from the sky, aiming directly at Mo Tianxiao.

Mo Tianxiao's expression changed drastically, and he swung his folding fan with all his might, setting up twelve golden barriers in front of him.

"Crack, crack, crack—" The barriers shattered one after another.

Mo Tianxiao was forced back dozens of feet by the aftershock, blood oozing from his mouth, and several cracks appeared on his folding fan.

Bing Li'er reacted the fastest, immediately retreating, but she was still cut by a sudden Sword Qi that ripped her sleeve, leaving a bloody mark on her snow-white arm.

"Who are you?!" She looked at the source of the attack with shock and anger.

At the entrance of the canyon, two figures approached at an extremely fast pace, treading on air.

The one on the left wore a golden battle robe, with a resolute face and heroic spirit between his brows; the one on the right wore a black tight-fitting suit, with a stern expression, and cold stars seemed to twinkle in his eyes.

Their auras were as profound as mountains, and each step they took made the air in the canyon tremble.

Lin Ziye struggled to lift his head, and a light suddenly burst forth from his dim eyes: "It's... you..."

"Brother Xuan... A'Yuan..."

That's right, the newcomers were none other than Lin Beixuan and Lin Yuan, who had also just arrived in the Eastern Continent and had been training for less than a week.

Lin Beixuan, in his golden robe, saw Lin Ziye covered in injuries, and the rage in his eyes intensified: "How dare you injure my brother like this, you're courting death!"

Although Lin Yuan, dressed in black, did not speak, a chilling killing intent had already risen around him, and a pitch-black longsword appeared silently in his hand. Where the sword tip pointed, the air itself seemed to freeze.

Mo Tianxiao's face was ashen, and he looked at the two figures in front of him, threatening: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the affairs of my three major forces? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon the forces behind you!"

"Shut up!"

Lin Beixuan roared, interrupting him, "Dare to harm my brother, today you... all shall die!"

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