Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 535 The Way Disappears, Demons Rise
"Dog thief!"

Chief镖头 Guan was furious and shouted, "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you utter such nonsense?!"

This old man was the chief镖头 (chief镖师) of the Zhongyuan镖局 (Zhongyuan镖局), and his mastery of the Demon-Subduing Staff Technique was renowned throughout the martial arts world. He had already retired, but he couldn't bear to see Ding Chunqiu slaughtering the martial arts world, so he led his men to Zhongnan Mountain to help him.

Seeing his booming voice that made everyone's ears ring, they secretly cheered, "Master Guan has amazing internal strength!"

"Go to hell!"

Enraged, Chief Escort Guan suddenly raised his staff and slammed it into the chest and abdomen of Daoist Wunian. Daoist Wunian didn't dodge, and was sent flying, rolling like a ball on the snow.

Wu Nian Dao Ren cried out in pain, rolling backward repeatedly. Suddenly, his body crashed into a pine tree, rebounded violently, and flew back like a shooting star, heading straight for Chief Escort Guan.

The old man was startled and was about to dodge to the side when, unexpectedly, Wu Nian Daoist flew halfway and suddenly drew his sword with a "clang clang," and a bolt of lightning shot straight towards him.

Chief镖头 Guan raised his staff to resist, but with a splatter, the staff broke and the man died, blood spurting out several feet away.

Everyone was taken aback: "How could Chief Escort Guan be so incompetent?" Suddenly, a strong smell of blood wafted over, and they all hurriedly retreated.

"Heh heh, a bunch of good-for-nothings, daring to provoke this humble Daoist?" Daoist Wunian sneered, "They deserve to die!"

Upon hearing this, someone suddenly drew their sword and leaped forward, shouting, "You heretic, what are you looking for?"

Before he could finish speaking, sword light flashed wildly, and the man, covered in blood, stumbled back, flailing his arms and legs.

"How boring!" Daoist Wunian stroked his beard and smiled. "Let's see how powerful my 'Crane's Cry in the Nine Heavens Divine Skill' is!" With that, a frosty white aura surged around him.

With a whoosh, the Taoist's figure vanished, and when he reappeared, his sword light was dazzling, as if countless silver snakes were leaping out.

Puff puff!
The sword tip pierced the throats of the group without any resistance, blood splattering everywhere. These experts only had time to let out a scream before collapsing to the ground, dying instantly.

"Your mother!"

Seeing him kill several people with a wave of his hand, his methods were shocking and astonishing, and her hair stood on end. She thought to herself, "Is this the leader of Qingcheng Sect? If he kills people like this, even the people watching from the side would be scared to death." She turned her head and looked at the white-robed man, and felt a little relieved. "Even if Daoist Wunian has such martial arts, he is still a small fry compared to this freak next to him."

Moreover, she had a feeling that even if Ding Chunqiu himself came, he might not be able to defeat this person.

"Eh~?"

Suddenly, a soft "Eh" was heard from the white-robed figure beside him.

Azi turned her head and asked, "Young master, do you also think this person's swordsmanship is superb?"

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "His swordsmanship is so-so."

"Such strong swordsmanship and you call it so-so?" Azi was taken aback, then her eyes lit up. "Then your swordsmanship must be even stronger, young master?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm alright."

Upon hearing this, Azi couldn't help but laugh and said, "You killed my senior brothers and sisters with your bare hands as easily as slaughtering chickens. If you used a sword, wouldn't that be even more frightening?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled but did not answer.

Seeing that he was unwilling to continue the conversation, Azi quickly asked, "Young master, since Daoist Wunian's swordsmanship is so ordinary, what are you wondering about?"

"The Crane's Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill," Ren Shaoyang said softly, "is so similar to the skill of a friend of mine."

"Could it be that Daoist Wunian stole your friend's unique martial arts technique?" Azi's face darkened. "Young master, this old bastard has committed a grave offense in the martial arts world by stealing martial arts techniques. He should be killed!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ren Shaoyang glanced at her with a smile. "My friend is no longer alive."

"Ah, could he have been ambushed and killed by Daoist Wunian?" Azi covered her mouth and exclaimed, "He deserves to be killed even more!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, ignoring her, and thought to himself, "The 'Frosty Cold' technique used by Mu Renqing back then is so similar to the 'Crane's Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill.' Could it be that the Huashan Sect destroyed Qingcheng and forcibly seized this skill?"

As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt the world become quiet.

Suddenly, the Daoist Wunian appeared before them, his long sword transforming into countless cold stars that swept straight down upon them.

"Good heavens, you've walked right into the gates of hell."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, and the "Harmonious Law of Heaven" flowed naturally. In an instant, he had a clear understanding of the flow of energy, the strength, and even the changes in the opponent's moves, as if he could read the lines on his palm.

With a slight thought, the pine branches around him swayed, automatically casting the "Welcoming Pine" spell, aiming precisely at the point where the sword light was strongest yet also most vulnerable.

Dangdangdang~!

Suddenly, A Zi felt a bright light before her eyes as the sword light exploded and sparks flew everywhere.

The longsword was struck on the spine by a pine branch, and the force of the impact caused the surrounding wind and snow to scatter wildly.

"Wow, that's powerful! Who are you?"

Wu Nian Dao Ren had not expected his opponent to be so powerful, so he hurriedly turned his longsword around and forced the wind and snow away.

When she looked up, her eyes met those of the white-robed young man.

hum!
The Taoist priest felt a sudden dizziness, and his body froze instantly. Ren Shaoyang raised his jade flute, drew a circle and made a dot, his demeanor ethereal, like a divine immortal, far removed from worldly affairs.

Boom! A thunderclap resounded above their heads, and the earth shook.

"Ugh!"

Upon hearing the thunder, Wu Nian Dao Ren's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his three souls and seven spirits had been shattered. His heart sank, and he tried his best to control his body, but he still fell to the ground with a thud, like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang kill someone out of thin air, Azi was so shocked that her eyes widened and her eyebrows twitched: "Young master, are you a human or a ghost?"

"Of course it's a person." Ren Shaoyang floated more than two zhang away, turned leisurely, and landed on the ground.

"Is this even human?"

Azi thought to herself, but dared not slack off. She quickly jumped down and obediently followed behind him.

In just a few breaths, Daoist Wunian was already on the verge of death, and his once plump face became withered and thin.

He forced himself to ask, "Who...who are you?"

“My name is Ren Shaoyang.” The man in white robes approached with his hands behind his back, looking down at him. “You can call me ‘Butcher,’ ‘White Robe,’ or ‘Sword God’.”

"Hah~!" Daoist Wunian had difficulty breathing and vomited a large amount of blood clots. He said listlessly, "You're here to lend a hand too?"

“No,” Ren Shaoyang said sincerely, “I’m here to take the ‘Armillary Sphere’.”

The Daoist Wunian looked much better, clearly experiencing a brief resurgence of energy before death. He smiled bitterly and said, "You and the old immortal both want the Hun Tian Yi, so why can't you cooperate? Why did you try to kill me?"

"You need a reason to kill me?" Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve. "Shut up."

"Rao"

The Daoist Wunian trembled violently, blood spurting from every pore of his body. Behind him, on the snow, a huge, shocking character for "death" was spread out!

Seeing this, Azi bit her lip slightly and slowly looked away, inwardly screaming, "Ruthless! So ruthless!"

She had never seen anyone so decisive in their actions, or who could kill with such artistry.

Whether it was Senior Brother Li Gao's limbs bursting out, or the other senior brothers and sisters being blown to pieces, or Daoist Wu Nian writing the word "death" with his entire body blood.

Who would have thought that all these astonishing ways of dying were the work of the handsome and ethereal young man in white robes before us?
"You say your sister is an unparalleled witch? I think you're just as good!"

Ah Zi inwardly complained, but still smiled broadly and leaned over, giving a thumbs up: "Young Master, well done!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled, his eyes narrowing: "You didn't secretly curse me, did you?"

"How could I have done that!" Azi murmured, bowing her head. When she looked up, her eyes seemed to well up with tears. She said, "Azi admires you so much, how could I dare to be disrespectful?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I never lie, and you'd better not lie either."

“Young master, I…” Azi was taken aback and looked up to explain.

Just then, a soft "whoosh" was heard.

Ren Shaoyang raised his left palm and struck out into the air with a clang, sparks flying like cold stars. He grabbed Azi by the back of her collar with his right hand and threw her backward, but his palm suddenly stung.

Azi, still in mid-air, exclaimed in alarm, "I... I have poison needles on the edges of my clothes!"

This was a habit she had developed while working for the Starry Constellation Sect. Even after changing masters, she never abandoned this insidious method of self-preservation and harming others.

Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes at her, waved his hand, and with a hiss, the venom spilled, turning the snow into a blackened mess.

brush!
The white-robed figure vanished like an angry arrow, landing atop a towering pine tree.

Immediately, he and a young Taoist priest were seen chasing each other, rising and falling around the pine tree, one after the other, following each other like a shadow, moving as fast as lightning, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Azi watched for a while, feeling dizzy and her eyes widened. She quickly looked away, and the dizziness subsided. She was astonished: "Who is this person? He can actually fight the young master without being at a disadvantage. It's truly unbelievable." She then thought, "Ren Shaoyang's martial arts are incredibly high, but he is extremely arrogant. If he doesn't want to kill, he's probably just observing the newcomer's moves!"

The girl stared at him for a long time, and the more she looked, the more familiar he seemed. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she cried out, "Young master, be careful! He is Bao Daoyi!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang suddenly burst into laughter: "Go down!"

With a crack, the pine tree snapped at its root, and the Taoist priest, along with the branches, tumbled down the cliff.

Ren Shaoyang spread his robe sleeves, hovering in mid-air like a human kite, before gently falling back onto the mountain path.

The Taoist priest plummeted straight down the broken tree; if he didn't save himself, he would surely die.

Just then, the Taoist chuckled and patted his back. With a clang, the long sword on his back suddenly leaped out of its sheath.

The Taoist priest leaped and landed steadily on the sword. The sword carried him, shooting upwards against the current. In an instant, he stood still in the void, looking down at the white-robed figure.

"Amitabha!" The Taoist bowed and chuckled softly, "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, where is your immortal home, my recluse?"

(End of this chapter)