456: Chapter 456 A Person from Tian Shu, Uncle-Master Zhao Qian?

Faced with the irresistible Acetylene Great Array of Xu Ruyu, Situ E closed his eyes, and Zhao Qian did the same.

They knew they were dead for sure.

The temperature of those flames was enough to melt steel and burn their bodies to ashes.

Once the array detonated, not even their remains would be left.

However, at this critical juncture—

"Stop!"

An aged and dignified voice came from the darkness.

The voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable power, as if it had come from above the Nine Heavens, or perhaps from beneath the Nine Netherworlds.

The voice contained an incredibly terrifying Sword Intent. That Sword Intent was peerlessly sharp, piercing everyone's eardrums like a physical object, causing everyone present to instinctively cover their ears.

Even more terrifying was that this Sword Intent was mixed with a trace of an indescribable fluctuation of the Laws of Heaven and Earth. It was as if this single shout had stirred the power of heaven and earth, causing even the surrounding air to solidify.

Xu Ruyu's hands stopped in mid-air, his pupils shrinking violently.

His Divine Sense caught the aura of the newcomer—it was an old man, dressed in the Daoist robes of the Tianshu Sword Sect. He had white hair, a gaunt Face with high cheekbones, and his triangular eyes were filled with malice and arrogance.

Sword Qi swirled around his body. That Sword Intent was more than a hundred times stronger than Zhao Qian's, coalescing into intangible sword blades around him like physical objects, slicing through the air and emitting sharp whistling sounds.

What was even more terrifying was that faint lightning flickered on those sword blades; it was the manifestation of the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

The old man's aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea. Standing there, he felt like a divine sword unsheathed, ready to slash the heavens and split the earth at any moment.

His Cultivation—was unfathomable!

Xu Ruyu's Divine Sense probed over, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea; he couldn't perceive the depth of the opponent at all.

That feeling was like a Mortal standing by the seaside, facing an endless ocean.

This old man's Cultivation was at least at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage Peak, and he might have even touched the threshold of a True Immortal!

Xu Ruyu's heart sank. The opponents he had encountered before, whether it was Mo Feng or Situ E, were at most at the Half-step Saint Realm.

Cang Songzi and the others were in the Saint Realm, which had already made him feel pressured.

Yet this Tian Jianzi was actually an existence that surpassed the Saint Realm Peak.

How could a big shot of this level appear here in person?

Behind the old man followed four middle-aged Sword Cultivators, also dressed in the Daoist robes of the Tianshu Sword Sect. Each of them possessed a powerful aura, at least at the Body Integration Stage, and two of them were already at the Mahayana Stage.

They held long swords, stood in neat formation, and exuded a stern Sword Intent; one look confirmed they were well-trained elites.

When Zhao Qian saw the newcomer, a glimmer of hope instantly burst forth in his eyes.

He struggled to kneel on the ground, his voice hoarse and urgent, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster: "Junior Martial Uncle, Junior Martial Uncle, save me!

This Disciple almost died at the hands of this demonic heretic.

Why have you come here, Junior Martial Uncle? This Disciple is incompetent and has caused you to lose Face!"

"Junior Martial Uncle?"

Xu Ruyu's brows furrowed even tighter.

He had long heard that the Tianshu Sword Sect had a Grand Elder with the Daoist name "Tian Jianzi." He was Zhao Qian's Junior Martial Uncle and one of the old monsters with the highest seniority and deepest Cultivation in the Tianshu Sword Sect.

It was said that he had lived for tens of thousands of years, and his sword techniques were masterful, having long surpassed the scope of the Saint Realm. He was a truly top-tier existence in the Cultivation World.

He hadn't expected him to actually come in person today.

Situ E also opened his eyes, and upon seeing the newcomer, a complex expression appeared on his Face.

There was relief, apprehension, and also a trace of fear.

He certainly knew Tian Jianzi—this old thing was notoriously difficult to deal with in the Cultivation World.

He was always spouting about the Righteous Path, yet what he did was even more demonic than the Demonic Path.

But his appearance at this moment had indeed saved their lives.

Tian Jianzi landed on the cliff, his gaze sweeping over the corpses covering the ground, over the severed limbs and charred marks, and finally landing on Zhao Qian and Situ E, who were trapped in the Acetylene Great Array.

His expression was very ugly; it was not worry or heartache, but a kind of anger at being offended—as if someone had run wild in his courtyard, beaten his dog, and made him lose Face.

A dignified Disciple of the Tianshu Sword Sect was actually trapped in an array by a demonic heretic and unable to move. If this were to spread, where would the Tianshu Sword Sect put its Face?

"Presumptuous!"

He shouted sternly, his voice like thunder, shaking the gravel on the cliff until it fell in rustles. Even the air trembled, and the birds in the distant forest were startled into flight.

"Who dares to harm someone from my Tianshu Sword Sect? This Seat would like to see who has such guts to dare to touch a Disciple of my Tianshu Sword Sect!"

His gaze landed on Xu Ruyu, scrutinizing the young man from head to toe.

"Qi Refinement Stage?" His brows furrowed.

How could a kid at the Qi Refinement Stage set up such a terrifying array? How could he trap Zhao Qian and Situ E?

His Divine Sense swept over Xu Ruyu, and indeed there was only the fluctuation of the Qi Refinement Stage, so weak it could almost be ignored.

But his intuition told him that this young man was not simple.

Those Array Pattern, those flames—none of them were things that a person at the Qi Refinement Stage could produce.