453: Chapter 453 Yin Ruolan

The wind blew fiercely, pressing her smoke-purple satin cross-collared wide-sleeved long dress against her body, faintly revealing a lean, powerful waistline and the smooth contours of her shoulders and arms.

The dress was embroidered with dark patterns of intertwined branches, featuring a crisp and heroic cut.

Seen from the side, although her chest wasn't exaggerated, it formed a full and graceful curve against the backdrop of her sharp waist-to-hip ratio. Together with her sword-straight shoulder line and lean, powerful waist, it created a sharp yet resilient contrasting beauty.

The woman in the purple dress slowly turned around.

Ling Hao also saw her appearance clearly.

Her sword-like eyebrows swept toward her temples, carrying a natural heroic spirit. Her pale gold eyes gazed at him calmly, like two unsheathed sharp blades.

Her long hair was tied high with a black silk ribbon, neat and tidy, with only a tiny silver bell pinned to the end of her hair, making a faint crisp sound in the wind. That face couldn't be called soft and beautiful, but it had a strong presence that made it difficult to look away.

"It's you? Moon Shadow Sect Master of Cangwu Province."

Yin Ruolan's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and an inexplicable color flashed in her eyes.

"Oh? You recognize me, Miss?" Ling Hao was slightly surprised.

He had been leisurely following Jin Linger's guidance with the three little ones when he suddenly heard a loud noise halfway and teleported over directly. Upon arrival, he found the mountain peak had been sliced off, and the person who split the mountain actually knew him.

Yin Ruolan lowered her eyes, then quickly raised them again, saying indifferently, "Of course. My Junior Sister gave me your portrait and told me about you."

"Handsome!"

The little bird on her shoulder suddenly spoke in a crisp voice.

Yin Ruolan's gaze swept over the little bird like a sword. The little bird tilted its head innocently.

Ling Hao couldn't help but smile at the sight. He recognized this little bird.

The Bixiao Spirit Parrot was an extremely rare treasure-hunting spirit bird, highly sensitive to Spiritual Qi fluctuations and Heaven And Earth Treasures. The higher its Realm, the wider its perception range.

However, due to the balance of the Heavenly Dao, the cultivation of such spirit birds was difficult to reach higher Realms; the Soul Transformation Stage was the ceiling, and they could not transform into human form.

This one, however, already had a Body Integration Stage cultivation, which could be called an anomaly.

"May I ask who your Junior Sister is?" Ling Hao asked.

"Yuhua Holy Land, Zhou Zihong."

Ling Hao thought for a moment and remembered.

The woman in the purple dress who was the first to show goodwill at the Dingding Ceremony. Since she called Zhou Zihong her Junior Sister, the identity of the woman before him was naturally obvious.

Sensing Ling Hao's gaze, Yin Ruolan said bluntly, "Yin Ruolan."

She glanced at the mountain peak whose upper half had been sliced off and said directly, "Are you also here for the Treasure Trove? Share and share alike; I can share it with you."

Ling Hao looked down at the three little ones hiding behind him and shook his head, "If it were an unclaimed item, I wouldn't deign to take it. But this is the Legacy left by the tribes of these three little ones."

Yin Ruolan's gaze swept over the three little ones: "Golden-Scaled Black Python, Nether Tiger, Soul-Devouring Demon Flower..."

Seeing her apparent doubt, Ling Hao said, "Linger, you come."

Jin Linger nodded obediently, took out the Old Ancestor's secret order and suspended it in front of her, formed hand seals, and whispered an ancient incantation.

In an instant, dozens of surrounding peaks vibrated and shifted simultaneously, spiritual light emerged, and a hidden Immortal Cave slowly appeared within the body of Elephant Trunk Peak, with a dense spiritual rhythm drifting out from the entrance.

"Treasure! Treasure!" the Bixiao Spirit Parrot shouted excitedly.

Yin Ruolan glared at it again, then looked at Ling Hao and said frankly:

"I was indeed reckless."

She pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "How about a spar?"

Ling Hao was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Sure."

He thought to himself: As expected, women with this kind of heroic spirit all like to fight.

Yin Ruolan looked at the three little ones behind him: "Won't you have them move further away?"

Ling Hao shook his head, "No need."

She was only at the fifth level of Mahayana, the same Realm as himself. Should he avoid her edge? Even if there were another one like her, he could protect them!

Yin Ruolan said no more.

Her pale gold eyes gradually sharpened, and the Sword Intent around her rose like something substantial, her purple skirt fluttering. The Frost-Spine Sword in her hand trembled slightly, and she slashed out—the sword light transformed into a blue-white river of swords spanning the sky.

This strike was majestic in Aura and sharp-edged, heading straight for Ling Hao.

Facing such an amazing strike, Ling Hao's expression remained calm. Only when the sword light reached him did he casually extend two fingers and gently pinch forward.

"Ding—!"

A crisp sound of clashing metal rang out. That terrifying river of swords, which could almost sever mountains and rivers, abruptly stopped between Ling Hao's two fingers, then shattered inch by inch, turning into blue-white light fragments that scattered like fireworks.

The remaining Sword Qi aftermath struck the mountain behind, directly slicing off a corner of a peak, with crushed stones pouring down like rain.

Yin Ruolan's pupils constricted slightly.

That effortless manner didn't seem faked. Her feeling was indeed not a delusion.

"You can use a bit more strength; it's fine."

Yin Ruolan took a deep breath, her Absolute Peak Sword Physique operating at full power, and her natal Sword Qi surged frantically into the Frost-Spine Sword. At this moment, she used almost all her strength—

Dao-Slaying Form!

The Sword Intent was like a world-destroying heavenly punishment, and the sword light condensed to the extreme, becoming deep and restrained instead, yet carrying a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.

This was the Major Achievement of the Destruction Dao Law she had comprehended—the trinity of Form-Slaying, Spirit-Slaying, and Dao-Slaying.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the Void Realm made an unbearable tearing sound. The remaining rocks on the ground were crushed into powder by the invisible sword pressure, and dense cracks instantly appeared on the surfaces of several smaller peaks.

The surrounding air was pushed aside, forming a visible vacuum zone, and the ground beneath her feet wailed as spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions.

"Slay!"

With one slash, the heavens and earth changed color.

Ling Hao nodded slightly, a hint of praise flashing in his eyes, as he still just extended two fingers.

When his two fingers pointed out, a faint Chaos spiritual light appeared at the fingertips, along with a sharp Dao rhythm.

"Boom!!!"

The moment the two fingers collided with the sword light, a deafening roar erupted.

A terrifying energy storm swept out, and the surface layers of several nearby peaks were directly shaken into powder, with large areas of rocks collapsing and sliding down like paper. The wild wind howled, and smoke and dust shot hundreds of feet into the sky.

As the dust dissipated, the three little ones behind Ling Hao were unaffected, still looking around, gazing at the scene of destruction with curiosity and wonder.

Yin Ruolan's arm holding the sword trembled slightly.

Even without relying on the power of Cangwu's Luck, he could still easily shatter her near-full-strength blow with two fingers.

And...

She stared at Ling Hao, her voice low: "Sword Dao Perfection?!"

Ling Hao neither confirmed nor denied, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Although you use a sword, your Sword Dao is not pure."

Yin Ruolan was silent, remaining speechless for a long time.