131: Chapter 131 Chaotic Sword Domain

Lu Bingyun's face was as cold as frost, but her eyes were as sharp as swords.

She let out a soft cry, and the ancient Sword Box on her back suddenly opened, a clear sword hum echoing through the courtyard.

It wasn't just one, but a full nine flying swords of different shapes, radiating a cold light, that filed out, circling and dancing around her as if they possessed a life of their own.

She possessed the one-in-a-million "Chaos Sword Body," giving her an extraordinary comprehension of the Dao of the Sword.

Though she was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, the sharpness of her sword intent made the two black-clad women at the Peak of the Late-stage Golden Core Realm not dare to underestimate her.

The two black-clad women exchanged a look, their eyes brimming with killing intent.

One of them formed hand seals and sacrificed a White Bone Banner. Black mist surged on the banner's surface, manifesting countless hideous ghost heads that shrieked as they lunged toward Lu Bingyun.

The other woman brandished a pair of poison-dipped mandarin duck axes, her figure like a ghost as she attacked from the flank with tricky and ruthless moves.

Lu Bingyun remained calm in the face of danger. With a slight thought, the nine flying swords instantly split into sword light, forming a profound sword formation.

The sword light was like mercury spreading over the ground, yet also like a star river flowing backward, firmly protecting her.

When the ghost heads struck the sword light, they dissipated like ice and snow meeting the sun.

The woman using the mandarin duck axes approached, only to be forced back repeatedly by two tricky streaks of sword light; her sleeves were slashed, revealing bleeding wounds.

"Chaos Sword Domain, open!"

Lu Bingyun gave a low shout, and the sword qi around her surged violently once more.

The sword light was no longer merely defensive; it was as if it had its own will, actively moving to strangle the two black-clad women.

Her face turned slightly pale; clearly, controlling nine swords while battling two powerful enemies simultaneously placed an immense burden on her.

But her eyes remained clear and determined, her sword moves becoming faster and faster, actually suppressing the two opponents whose cultivation was higher than hers.

On the other side, Wei Guodong of the Tiansha Sect let out a roar as loud as a great bell:

"Witch, take an axe from your Grandpa Wei!"

He was already burly, and now he activated the secret technique of the Tiansha Sect.

His muscles knotted and veins bulged all over his body; his entire person seemed to expand, emitting a ferocious aura like that of a prehistoric beast.

The giant axe in his hand, as large as a door plank, brought with it a vicious wind that seemed capable of tearing everything apart as it swung down toward the last black-clad woman's head!

The black-clad woman was agile, floating backward like willow catkins, while dozens of streaks of black light shot from her sleeves—poisoned Bone-piercing Nails.

Wei Guodong did not dodge. He swung his giant axe so fast it was airtight, knocking away most of the poison nails; even the few that struck his Protective Astral Qi failed to penetrate.

His fighting style was bold and open, a completely desperate stance that forced the black-clad woman to keep moving, searching for an opening.

For a time, the axe wind howled and hidden weapons pierced the air. The two were locked in a fierce battle, and the surrounding white marble railings and corridor pillars inlaid with coral and tortoiseshell were left in a mess by the escaping energy.

Facing the tide of black-clad disciples in the Qi Refining Realm, a hint of impatience appeared on Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's beautiful face.

She gave a soft sigh, her voice carrying an indescribable charm and laziness:

"Truly... noisy."

Before her voice even faded, the originally clear aura on her body suddenly changed, and an ancient, primeval aura, carrying extreme temptation and danger, soared into the sky!

Her eyes instantly turned a pure amber, her vertical pupils flashing with a cold light.

Behind her, one, two, three...

A full nine furry, snow-white fox tail phantoms unfurled.

As they swayed gently, it seemed as if they could stir the most primitive desires in the depths of one's heart.

"Illusion Realm, open."

Her red lips parted slightly, and the words she spoke carried an unquestionable majesty.

With her as the center, an invisible wave instantly spread out.

The eyes of the Qi Refining disciples who were rushing forward instantly became confused and dull, then turned frantic.

Some began to dance wildly, some wept bitterly, and others swung their blades at their own companions...

It was as if they had fallen into their own most feared or most desired dreams.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao didn't even need to strike personally; she simply strolled elegantly through the chaotic crowd.

Wherever she passed, those disciples trapped in the illusion would collapse limply, as if their souls had been snatched away, their breath completely gone.

The illusion techniques of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox were a dimensional strike that these low-level cultivators simply could not resist.

Within a mere dozen breaths, the dozens of Qi Refining disciples were completely wiped out.

The courtyard was filled with corpses lying in all directions.

Only she stood there in her white clothes, untainted by a single speck of dust, like a holy snow lotus blooming amidst blood and death.

While the battle in the front courtyard was in full swing, Ye Xishui and Jin Mei had quietly circled to the rear of the mansion.

The back garden was also extremely luxurious, but the stream water mixed with gold powder now looked like a flowing river of filthy blood.

The tinkling crystal curtains also sounded sharp and piercing, like the wailing of wronged souls.

"Sister Xishui, there's a secret door here!"

Jin Mei lowered her voice and pointed to an entrance deep within the rockery, cleverly concealed by vines, from which a thick smell of blood and mold was faintly emanating.

Ye Xishui's expression was grave as she nodded.

The two carefully slipped inside. The passage extended downward, dark and damp, with ever-burning lamps hanging on the walls; the flickering flames stretched and twisted their shadows like clawing ghosts.

The air was thick with an aura of despair and fear, almost suffocating.

After passing through the long corridor, the view suddenly opened up to a massive dungeon.

The cells were cast from thick Profound Iron, and inside were held dozens of emaciated mortals with numb eyes, both men and women, mostly young adults.

When they saw Ye Xishui and Jin Mei enter, they first huddled together in terror, only breaking into suppressed sobbing and cries for help after realizing they weren't those black-clad demons.

"We are disciples of the Xuantian Sect, here to save you. Follow us quickly!"

Ye Xishui quickly cut the iron locks and, together with Jin Mei, organized these extremely weak mortals for an orderly evacuation.

Deep within the dungeon, there was also a stone room emitting a strong scent of blood, containing various torture devices and a massive blood pool where the thick blood was bubbling.

But other than that, they found no letters, jade slips, or other clues directly related to the deeper conspiracy behind the Village Chief.

The battle in the front courtyard was nearing its end.

Wei Guodong had gained several more wounds, and blood stained his robes.

But he fought more bravely as the battle went on, his giant axe swinging like a windmill.

The black-clad woman, unable to win after a long fight, became impatient and revealed an opening.

Wei Guodong seized the opportunity, let out a thunderous shout, and swung his giant axe down with the force to split mountains and shatter stone!

Squelch!

The mandarin duck axes the woman barely managed to raise were snapped by the giant axe, and the sharp blade followed through, nearly splitting her in half diagonally!

Her eyes widened, looking at her separated body in disbelief, before she breathed her last.

On Lu Bingyun's side, the situation was even more startling.

Relying on the power of her Chaos Sword Body and her ultimate mastery of the Dao of the Sword, her nine flying swords wove a net of death.

The White Bone Banner controlled by one black-clad woman was directly pierced by a concentrated streak of sword light; the banner's surface shattered, and the backlash caused her to spit blood and stumble back.

Another flying sword followed immediately, instantly slitting her throat.

Seeing this, the last woman's spirit broke, and she turned to flee.

Lu Bingyun's eyes turned cold. She pointed her fingers like a sword and jabbed forward.

The nine swords merged into one, turning into a brilliant streak of light that spanned the sky; it arrived second but struck first, piercing right through the woman's back!

With that, the three black-clad women at the Peak of the Late-stage Golden Core Realm under the Village Chief's command were all executed!