Immortals of the End Times

Yang Peng, a dignified cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and the Supreme Elder of the Yang family, suffered the tragic loss of his arm.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Several members of the Yang family stared wide-eyed, their faces drained of color, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, and none of them dared to utter a sound.

"This"

Just then, Xinghe Daoist, who had rushed to the palace, stepped through the door and witnessed the blood-splattered scene. His pupils, hidden behind his mask, shrank in shock.

Recalling what Zhao Wuji had said before leaving, she was taken aback.

Is this what you meant by going to meet the guests?
"Consider this the price you pay for offending me."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the Cold Soul Sword hanging three inches to his side, its blade spotless.

His gaze fell on Elder Yang's distorted face, and his voice, though unhurried, caused the temperature in the hall to plummet.

"If you dare to commit this again..."

Before the words were finished, a cold, crimson-gold light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his double pupils.

"die!"

When the last word was uttered, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens.

Elder Yang's anger, which was about to erupt, froze instantly, as if the blood in his body had been frozen by that gaze.

In a daze, he seemed to see not human eyes, but the high and vast sky above, cold and boundless.

"you"

Elder Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and his spiritual pressure, typical of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, dissipated like a tidal wave.

The group of Yang family members behind him immediately stepped forward to help him up.

Since you are unwilling to apologize.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji's severed arm vanished from the ground, causing Yang Peng's face to turn even paler.

This is the Overlord Arm, which he painstakingly cultivated and which contains the essence and blood of Xiang Yu's right arm.

"Consider this arm a lesson learned."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing, his eyelids slightly lowered: "Get lost."

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Elder Yang, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle!"

The Yang family felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly retreated while supporting Elder Yang, whose face was ashen.

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly as she summoned the Frost Flying Sword, but ultimately did not make a move.

Only after flying out of the range of Balong Mountain did Elder Yang suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The resentment in his eyes almost burned through his chest, but he still didn't dare to look back at the direction of Balong Mountain.

"Wuji, now that you've made your move..."

Hua Qingshuang lightly pressed her delicate hand on the sword hilt, gazing at the disappearing light in the sky, her willow brows furrowing slightly: "Why not just kill him directly? This person will surely seek revenge when he returns."

Xinghe, who had just entered the hall, glanced at the icy woman and couldn't help but shudder, thinking to himself that she was no pushover either.

"Because the Wang family is not yet ready to go to war with the Yang family."

Zhao Wuji turned around with a flick of his sleeve, the Cold Soul Sword transforming into a silver light and returning to his sleeve. He looked at the puzzled Hua Qingshuang and smiled.

"Cutting off one of their arms is merely giving the Yang family a pretext for revenge, and a determination to declare war."

But if the Yang family really takes action...
From mobilizing troops to launching the attack, it takes at least a month.

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly, "This period of time is also a delaying tactic of mine, which is exactly what I need to use."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly, but Zhao Wuji's gaze remained calm as he continued, "If we kill this person directly, the Yang family head will surely be furious and cause trouble."

At that time, I will also lose my moral high ground within the Qilin Sword Sect, and the Wang family's hard-won moral advantage will also be lost. I will inevitably be impeached by some elders.

You're right.

Hua Qingshuang's eyes lit up, and she nodded.

"With your dignity as the number one swordsman, it is only reasonable to teach such an offensive person who does not know how to apologize a lesson by cutting off his arm, which will also weaken the Yang family's strength."

"Not bad!"

Zhao Wuji calmly transmitted his voice, "After I control Yang Su, I will pretend to send him back to the enraged Yang family, making it appear as a concession to appease their anger."

"In reality."

Zhao Wuji chuckled, "It's a good opportunity to use Yang Su to dismantle the Yang family from within."

His gaze swept over the retreating figures of the Yang family members fleeing in panic outside the hall, and he said indifferently, "As for Elder Yang..."

"He's just a useless piece of trash who lost Xiang Yu's arm. Let him go back. Next time we meet, we can just kill him without a second thought."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingshuang's usually aloof face showed a hint of appreciation.

She gently retrieved the Frost Sword with her delicate hand, a ripple of laughter appearing in her eyes: "Wuji, you are now a master strategist; you have truly grown up."

"This"

Xinghe Daoist looked at Hua Qingshuang praising Zhao Wuji. Although he didn't know what the two had just exchanged through telepathy, he was impressed by Hua Qingshuang's praise.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness and amusement.

The man before me is none other than the ruthless, cunning, and meticulous Tiannan Patriarch.

Even if there are some clever schemes and methods involved, that's perfectly normal.

Zhao Wuji looked at Hua Qingshuang and said, "I wonder what brings this Yang Peng here if not to apologize?"

Hua Qingshuang lightly brushed her sleeve with her slender hand and said in a cool tone, "This Yang Peng wants me to take charge and not pursue Yang Su's crime any further."

To show our sincerity, we are willing to privately cede two market towns belonging to the Yang family in exchange.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "What's even more ridiculous is that they still dare to dream of gaining the friendship of my Hua family, saying that we can form an alliance through marriage in the future to jointly fight against the other three families."

"Ah!"

Zhao Wuji sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The Yang family wanted to resolve the matter secretly, but they were unwilling to admit their mistakes openly. They wanted to save face while also coveting the fortune of the Hua family and Xiang Yu.

It's truly like a toad trying to eat swan meat!
Unfortunately, we ran into this troublemaker.

He turned to Hua Qingshuang and asked, "How has your cultivation been lately, Peak Master?"

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly: "I have already vaguely touched the bottleneck of the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

Zhao Wuji nodded knowingly.

The peak master received a lot of resources from the Wang family to cultivate him in the past, so his foundation in the immortal path is profound and his breakthrough speed is naturally faster than his.

He flipped his palm and took out a cold jade box, inside which four crimson pills swirled with an eerie blood-red light: "These are the Crimson Eye Pills refined from the eyes of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King. Taking them may further enhance your double pupil power, Peak Master."

The moment the Jade Box was opened, the temperature inside the hall rose sharply, and the blood-red patterns on the surface of the pill seemed to move as if alive, faintly emitting the roar of a lion demon.

Hua Qingshuang looked astonished, her delicate hand gently holding the Crimson Eye Pill, her eyes rippling with a strange light: "Wuji, you actually managed to refine this pill."

She gently stroked the cinnabar pattern, feeling the intense demonic power contained within it, her eyes filled with surprise, but she quickly frowned and shook her head.

"When I was practicing double pupils recently, I often encountered some strange phenomena."

A hint of confusion appeared on her usually aloof face. "Xiang Yu's aura often protects him, and his double pupils even show remnants of ancient times."

"A remnant from ancient times?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, his expression turning serious: "Could it be fragments of Xiang Yu's memories?"

"Perhaps."

Hua Qingshuang nodded, her frost-white sleeves fluttering even without wind: "The images of the blood moon soaring in the sky and the heavens weeping blood are too fragmented to discern clearly."

"interesting."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly. "If these images become clearer in the future, or if there are more, perhaps I can help you interpret your dream, Peak Master. Maybe."

He changed the subject, a profound look flashing in his eyes, and transmitted his voice, "It is related to Xiang Yu's defeat at the hands of Heaven."

Hua Qingshuang understood, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the morning light: "I will keep an eye on it."

"How has Uncle been lately?" Zhao Wuji suddenly asked.

Hua Qingshuang's gaze narrowed slightly: "Since the Yang family incident, Father has realized the threat posed by the four families."

She gazed at the distant sea of ​​clouds, her voice growing cold: "I am currently in seclusion to consolidate my cultivation level in preparation for possible future troubles."

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji nodded, turned and pointed to Xinghe Daoist beside him, and briefly introduced him to Hua Qingshuang: "This is Fellow Daoist Xinghe from the Xuantian Sect. He will be staying at the Wang family's residence for a period of time to cultivate." Xinghe Daoist felt as awkward as a greenhorn in front of this old monster Zhao Wuji. Upon hearing this, he immediately bowed and smiled: "Patriarch Hua, although my cultivation has not yet recovered, I am proficient in array formations and weapon crafting. I am willing to contribute to the Wang family's protective array and will certainly not waste your family's spiritual vein resources."

After cultivating for a period of time and regaining some strength, I will leave.

"Daoist Xinghe"

Hua Qingshuang's cool gaze swept over Xinghe Daoren, and she nodded slightly, returning the greeting with a bow.

She had seen this person's primordial spirit before, so she naturally knew his origins. She never expected that Zhao Wuji would give this person the corpse of the Thirteen Demon Princes to possess.

That's fine too. This person obtained the corpse of the Thirteen Demon Princes, which is equivalent to offending the Bone Demon Lord as well. He is now tied to the Wang family and has a common enemy, which is a good thing.

Seeing that Hua Qingshuang had no objection, Zhao Wuji continued, "Peak Master, the White Jade Sword Pavilion has joined forces with the Immortal Saint Sect to restart the Nine Provinces' Number One Sword Cultivator Tournament. I need to return to my sect immediately to discuss countermeasures, so I will not stay any longer."

Just as he was about to bid farewell to Hua Qingshuang, his sword-like eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly.

As his divine sense swept across the mountain gate like a gentle breeze, several sword intents flickered in his perception like stars, causing him to feel a sense of surprise.

"A disciple of the Sword Sect? Probably a sword cultivator sent by the sect after we haven't been in contact for a long time."

Sure enough, within moments, several sword lights pierced through the air and arrived.

Several sword cultivators dressed in white robes and sword-wielding robes, led by servants of the Wang family, arrived outside the main hall on their swords and landed. Their flowing robes and elegant attire showcased their sword-wielding prowess.

The leading female sword cultivator clasped her hands and bowed, her voice clear and melodious: "Greetings, Your Highness, the First Sword Master! The Grand Elder has ordered us to come and invite Your Highness to return to the sect immediately for a meeting."

The sword cultivators stared intently at the figure in the purple-gold unicorn robe, their eyes filled with reverence.

This is none other than His Highness the Heavenly Qilin, who slew the Demon King and vanquished the Demon Prince!
Zhao Wuji smiled calmly, like a gentle spring breeze: "No need for formalities. I already know about the message from the sect. You go back and report first, and I will arrive shortly after."

Upon hearing this, the disciples felt even greater respect for him.

Although Your Highness is the number one swordsman, you are so approachable and unpretentious.

They bowed respectfully again, then flew away on their swords, their swift and decisive movements leaving no room for delay.

After the disciples left, Zhao Wuji turned to Hua Qingshuang, his eyes as gentle as the moon: "Peak Master, this farewell may be the last time we meet, when we will be at war with the Yang family."

"Ah."

A slight ripple appeared on Hua Qingshuang's cool face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly: "You must be careful when you are out there."

"Don't worry!" Zhao Wuji chuckled. "With the Qilin Sword Sect as our pillar, we can help each other in Beiyun Dizhou."

"Ok!"

Hua Qingshuang nodded, her expression aloof, watching Zhao Wuji's figure transform into a flash of sword light and depart.

"Tsk tsk, this woman is quite something to Fellow Daoist Tiannan."

Xinghe Daoist squinted his old eyes, taking in Hua Qingshuang's seemingly calm yet subtly affectionate gaze, and couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration: "This Fellow Daoist Tiannan truly has remarkable skills, managing to win the heart of such a cold and stunningly beautiful woman."

Suddenly, noticing Hua Qingshuang's gaze, he quickly coughed twice, becoming serious and not daring to be the slightest bit disrespectful.

Just kidding, this is the Daoist partner of the Tiannan Patriarch, and also the current head of the Wang family.

How could an old cripple who had just been reborn dare to act presumptuously in front of this old lady?

Whoosh! !

In mid-air.

A dazzling sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly tore through the clouds and disappeared into the sky. Its speed was so great that it left a hundred-foot sword trail in the void, like a meteor streaking across the heavens.

Soon.

The group of Sword Sect disciples who had come to deliver the message to the Wang family were flying through the air when they suddenly felt a whooshing sound coming from behind.

I turned around to look, and everything went blurry.

A sword light of unparalleled speed swept overhead in an instant, transforming into a cold glimmer on the horizon.

"This this"

The Sword Sect disciples all stopped their sword flashes, staring dumbfounded at the fleeting sword mark.

"This...this speed...could it be that His Highness Sword Prince just passed by?"

The leading disciple's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled: "It's probably three points faster than the Grand Elder's Qilin Golden River Sword Escape!"

Another person said with a wry smile, "His Highness told us to go back and report first, but at this rate, by the time we get back to the Sword Sect, His Highness will probably have already finished his business and rested for several days."

Just as everyone was marveling at the sight, the sword light in the sky suddenly turned back, like a startled swan returning to its nest. The figure emanating a golden arc of light within the sword light let out a soft "Eh."

Before the disciples could react, a blinding sword beam crashed down from the heavens!
Everyone was immediately horrified.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you act so presumptuously here!"

"Zheng!!"

The sword's cry was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

A sword light as bright as the Milky Way descended from the heavens, instantly slicing into the surging yellow sand river below.

Where the sword light passed, the void twisted and trembled, and the surging Yellow Sand River instantly froze into ice, like a silver dragon frozen in ice.

"Boom!"

The sword energy struck, shattering the ice and splitting a deep icy abyss, dozens of feet deep, in the center of the riverbed.

The ice walls on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting a chilling light, and the frozen waves maintained their surging posture until the very last moment.

"Oh!"

Mud and sand splashed from the bottom of the icy abyss.

A ten-zhang-long corpse of a Ning Shen River demon crashed down, its blood cascading like a waterfall, staining the entire riverbed crimson and freezing into scarlet icicles that refracted a poignant rainbow light.

“This demonic beast was lying in wait to commit evil. I have killed it. You can collect its body and take it back.”

Zhao Wuji's voice was like thunder, and before the echo had faded, the cold sword light had already pierced the sky and disappeared into the distance, leaving only a long-lasting frost mark in the clouds.

The disciples stood frozen in place, their minds still reeling from the icy sword energy that had cascaded down like a silver river. It took them a long time to recover.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

"That monster was probably lurking at the bottom of the river, preparing to harm people, but His Highness saw through it at a glance, turned back, and killed it with a single stroke!"

The leading sword cultivator swallowed hard, staring at the frozen riverbed after the flow had stopped and the river demon's corpse, and exclaimed, "This is the true style of a sword immortal! Exorcising demons across the land, wielding a sword with carefree joy!"

Everyone accepted the order and flew down to collect the demon corpse.

The water on both sides of the river was frozen like an ice crystal barrier, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror. Under the suppression of the sword intent, it was unable to merge for a long time.

In the middle of the riverbed, in that deep ravine, the corpse of the River Demon was covered in frost, its blood turning into scarlet icicles that reflected a chilling, desolate light in the morning sun.

"You can't cut water with a knife; it just keeps flowing."

A disciple muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly touching the ice wall, when he was immediately stung by the chilling sword intent and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Yet Your Highness's sword strike could cause the entire river to stop flowing!"

Such swordsmanship, even among those of the same cultivation level, is beyond the reach of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

The sword intent was concentrated and did not dissipate; the icy cold sealed the sky and locked the earth, even the surging river had to bow down in submission.

"Clean up the demon corpse!"

The leading swordsman took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and was the first to leap into the frozen riverbed.

When the soles of the boots come into contact with the ice, tiny ice crystals burst out, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

The lingering sword intent was like a bone-deep infection, freezing to the very marrow.

"His Highness..."

A young swordsman gazed at the fragments of the demon corpse frozen into an ice sculpture in his hand, his eyes filled with reverence: "It has probably already touched the edge of the limit of sword light differentiation, hasn't it?"

Everyone remained silent, but they all nodded inwardly.

After cleaning up the river monster's corpse, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the sides of the riverbed.

At the point where the flow of water was blocked by sword energy, sword marks, like dragons and snakes, roamed across the crystal-clear ice wall, each containing a chilling sword intent.

This is a rare opportunity.

"Don't waste the opportunity His Highness has given you!"

The leading female sword cultivator gave a low shout and immediately sat cross-legged, "Comprehend the sword marks, and gain as much as you can!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, a dozen figures sat eagerly on both sides of the icy river, sensing the flow of sword intent.
(End of this chapter)