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

Chapter 537 Sword Intimidates Zhongnan
"You're courting death?" a short, stocky Taoist priest sneered.

“Hmph, that old devil has never seen my Quanzhen Sect’s ‘Six Harmonies Formation’!” another tall, thin Taoist priest chimed in.

"You fiend, today you will not leave alive!"

The six Taoists nodded to each other, then suddenly exerted force with their feet, and in a few leaps, they rushed forward and swung their palms out. The palm strikes were like summoning wind and thunder, extremely powerful.

"Hey, what's the rush?"

The old Taoist priest Chunyang looked alarmed. He reached out to stop him but couldn't, and stamped his feet in frustration.

"Hahaha, what a Taoist priest you are, daring to come here to seek death?"

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly. As the word "death" fell, the surrounding gauze curtains fluttered, and surging true energy burst forth!

Bang bang bang!
Outside the mountain gate, bursts of white smoke and explosions immediately erupted, sending dirt flying everywhere.

"Ugh!"

The six Taoist priests never expected him to suddenly attack. Even with their considerable skill, they couldn't withstand such earth-shattering force. Amidst screams, blood gushed out, and they were sent flying backward like cannonballs.

Ding Chunqiu, surprisingly, did not force him. He remained seated in the sedan chair, enjoying the service of the beauties, with a smug look on his face.

Seeing that everyone was vomiting blood, the Pure Yang Taoist was extremely anxious and rushed out to stop them.

The crowd's faces turned ashen, their foreheads were drenched in sweat, and they were foaming at the mouth.

The Pure Yang Taoist touched a person's pulse and was shocked to find that their qi and blood were depleted, their essence was exhausted, and there was a deadly poison lurking in their heart meridian. Clearly, they were not far from death.

"What a devil!"

With a flick of his left hand, the Pure Yang Daoist caught several silver needles between his fingers and pierced them into the crowns of the heads of several people with lightning speed. His hands moved like plucking a pipa, twisting, brushing, flicking, and stabbing, transforming into a blur of motion as they moved among the silver needles.

laugh!
The six people opened their mouths, and green, turbid air spewed out, like six small fountains, rising and spreading, then condensing into a wisp of green cloud.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. Go away!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Pure Yang Taoist sent a burst of green energy shooting towards Ding Chunqiu like an arrow.

"Watch out, old immortal!"

"You dare, you bull-nose!"

Amidst the shouts of the Xingxiu Sect members, Ding Chunqiu was already shrouded in green mist, his figure becoming blurred.

Upon seeing this, everyone retreated hastily, their hearts pounding wildly. This green mist contained the five poisons; even a slight touch would inevitably turn them into blood, and Ding Chunqiu, who was engulfed within it, would certainly not escape unscathed.

"Ha, you're trying to poison me?"

Amidst the green mist, Ding Chunqiu's laughter was carefree. Suddenly, his figure twisted, and his arms were spread wide.

hum!
A strange sound rang out, and the green smoke turned into a pinkish color.

Ding Chunqiu, dressed in a red robe, stood there, while the two beauties beside him had already died from poisoning, their faces swollen.

He glanced sideways at the corpse, shook his head and clicked his tongue: "What a heartless Taoist priest!"

"Old Demon Ding!" The Pure Yang Taoist drew his longsword, with six yellow flags tucked into his back, and shouted sternly as if performing a theatrical act, "You even kill your own people, do you have no humanity?!"

"Ha, humanity?" Ding Chunqiu looked at his hands, which were shrouded in pink mist, and sneered. "To hell with humanity! Today, Quanzhen will leave no one alive!"

With Ding Chunqiu's sharp shout, the pink mist soared into the sky and rushed towards the mountain gate like a tidal wave. The clouds howled and the mist roared, and as it swept through, everyone became dizzy and disoriented, unable to even hold their swords, and fell to the ground one after another.

"Ah, what kind of poisonous technique is this?" The old Taoist Chunyang's face turned pale.

"Hahaha!" Ding Chunqiu laughed wildly, "Poisoning nine times leads to death, and death sends people away. This is called: The Nine Deaths Evil Skill!"

The old Taoist Chunyang exclaimed, "The old monster Canglong's 'Nine Deaths'!" But before he could finish speaking, a figure in red robes fluttering in the wind appeared in his sight.

call!
A hand, as white as jade, carrying a venomous, pinkish mist, pressed directly towards his chest.

"mean!"

This was a despicable sneak attack.

In the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, even evil and heretical sects, once they grow powerful, will still care about saving face and rarely launch undeclared attacks or sneak assaults.

Ding Chunqiu's behavior is truly shameless, unparalleled in the martial arts world.

The old Taoist priest Chunyang blocked with his arm, but lost his footing and was sent sliding towards the mountain gate. Disciples along the way were sent flying upon contact with him, their faces turning blue and purple as they died of poisoning in mid-air.

Ding Chunqiu followed closely, pushing the Taoist Chunyang onto the incense burner inside the mountain gate.

boom!
The incense burner shattered, scattering incense ash everywhere, and the old Taoist priest was instantly covered in white dust.

Ding Chunqiu threw his head back and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Chunyang, why don't you use your 'Seven Star Sword Technique'?"

The old Taoist priest spat out a mouthful of blood and said sternly, "Do you think I can't kill you without a sword?" He raised both legs and kicked him hard in the chest.

Ding Chunqiu remained calm and ignored it, but after a few "thump-thump" sounds, several dusty footprints appeared on his chest.

"Mandarin Duck Chain Kick?" Ding Chunqiu patted his clothes and sneered, "If it were Zhou Tong, the 'Iron Arm Golden Saber,' who used this move, I would be somewhat wary." He glanced at him sideways, "You? You're far from it!"

The old Taoist priest Chunyang felt as if his kicks were hitting a tattered cloth, completely failing to exert any force, and he was extremely shocked.

He felt a surge of yin energy rise up his legs, his robe sleeves instantly turned black, and his skin felt like it was being eroded.

"The Nine Deaths Evil Technique is truly this vicious!"

A bang!
In a moment of quick thinking, the old Taoist priest retreated rapidly, and six command flags behind him unfolded like a peacock's tail, fluttering in the wind and rushing towards Ding Chunqiu.

"The Six Harmonies Formation!"

Ding Chunqiu had never seen such a method before, and couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" He withdrew his hand and immediately changed his move to attack again.

The two tumbled and rolled, exchanging dozens of blows in a short time.

Just then, someone from the Xingxiu Sect suddenly shouted, "Everyone, quickly kill these Taoist priests so we can seize the treasure!"

"Good!" Upon hearing this, everyone drew their weapons and rushed towards the Quanzhen Sect members.

The disciples of the Quanzhen School also formed a battle formation and went to meet them.

The two groups of people clashed together, and then screams of agony rang out as the first dozen or so people fell to the ground.

In an instant, blood, poisonous mist, and severed limbs flew everywhere, accompanied by screams and the clanging of weapons.

Just as the two factions were locked in a fierce battle, two figures stealthily peeked out from the bushes behind the Xingxiu faction's camp.

"Oh dear, they've started fighting!" Azi said gleefully.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze, however, passed over the chaotic battlefield and landed inside the mountain gate, his brows furrowing slightly.

What's the story behind Ding Chunqiu's "Nine Deaths Evil Skill"?

"I don't know either!" Azi said in distress. "Old Monster Ding always practices his skills in a secretive way. Who knows where he got this from?" She peeked out and stared at it more closely, saying enviously, "Damn it, this skill looks even more powerful than the 'Dissolving Power Technique'!"

"Young master, do you know the origin of this skill?" Ren Shaoyang replied, "I know, but I'm not sure."

While cautiously looking around, Azi whispered, "Young Master, are you confident?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly: "We'll only know after we fight."

"Come out! Who goes there?!"

Suddenly a loud shout was heard, and seven or eight people stood in front of them, holding swords and knives. The shout was carried by the cold wind.

Seeing that they were about to throw hidden weapons into the woods, Azi quickly jumped out, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, "Are you blind?! Look who I am!"

A disciple of the Starry Sky Sect was startled upon hearing the voice: "Senior Sister?"

The remaining people crowded around Azi, looking her up and down as if trying to determine whether she was a human or a ghost.

"Senior Sister Azi, you're not dead?"

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

Everyone screamed and fell backward, their faces swollen from the hard slap.

"Damn it, can't he speak properly?"

Upon seeing the disciples of the Starry Sky Sect, A Zi instantly transformed into a queen. If it weren't for the white-robed figure behind her, she would have been even more imposing.

"Enough with the nonsense, get out of the way! I'm going to help my master!"

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

The group looked at Azi and her white robe that blended seamlessly with the snow, all bowing their heads and not daring to breathe loudly.

Senior Sister Azi is in a bad mood, and at this critical moment, no one wants to provoke her.

Thus, the two proceeded unimpeded towards the mountain gate.

Ren Shaoyang walked and laughed, "You're quite prestigious."

"Of course!" Azi carefully moved closer to him and said proudly, "In the Starry Sea, no one dares to mess with me!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I can tell, he's someone important."

Azi blushed and said, "Compared to you, young master, what am I?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Ren Shaoyang scoffed.

"Young master, will you still control me to beat up Ding Chunqiu?" Azi approached with a grin, her big eyes blinking, eager to try. "Azi promises to let you do whatever you want!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at her sideways: "If a fight really breaks out, you'd better get lost."

"Huh?" Azi exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"What do you mean, 'ah'?" Ren Shaoyang said expressionlessly. "I'm afraid you'll be poisoned to death."

"Is the young master concerned about me?" Azi's heart pounded, and her face flushed.

Ren Shaoyang paused, looking at her speechlessly: "Are you sick?"

Azi looked up at him with a grin: "Does the young master have medicine?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a shout: "Azi, grab Azi!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone around changed their expressions and turned to look at the two of them.

Azi was stunned, looking around, not understanding what was going on.

A disciple with a pointed face and monkey-like features jumped out, pointed at her, and said in a shrill voice, "The Immortal has decreed! Azi has stolen the precious treasure 'Divine Wood King Cauldron,' a heinous crime! Whoever can subdue her will be the senior brother and will be granted the 'Dissolving Power Technique'!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd's gazes immediately shifted from surprise and doubt to undisguised greed.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "It seems that your theft of the 'Divine Wood King Cauldron' has been exposed."

Upon hearing this, Azi stammered, "How did Old Monster Ding find out so quickly?"

"Of course, someone will take credit for it."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Seize Azi and take back the Divine Cauldron!"

"Yes! Reclaim the Divine Cauldron!"

"Azi is utterly wicked and deserves to die!"

"No, I want her to be my slave!"

"I want it too!"

Then came the clanging of swords being drawn, and the thumping of running and jumping.

Seeing the crowd of heads moving and the gleaming swords, Azi's pretty face turned pale, and she screamed, "Young master, save me!" She shrank behind the white-robed man.

Before she could finish speaking, she felt her hand go empty, as if a gentle breeze had brushed past. Looking closely, she saw the white robe flash by like lightning, like a ray of moonlight streaking across the sky.

Just as the first few people were about to stop them, their heads flew off their necks with a thud.

Ren Shaoyang kept walking, and wherever he went, sword shadows danced, and screams suddenly grew louder, one after another, ringing out incessantly!

Everyone present, whether from the Xingxiu Sect or the Quanzhen Sect, couldn't help but turn their heads in awe.

The screams turned into horrifying cries, and then a wave of blood rose into the air as dozens of people were cut in half at the waist, flying into the air and splattering filth everywhere.

Wherever the white-robed figure passed, the area was instantly cleared!
None of them had ever seen such deadly swordsmanship before. They let out a shout and were about to scatter and flee.

The white figure suddenly turned back and appeared in the crowd like a ghost.

The sword flashed again, like cold lightning splitting the sky, and several more people fell to the ground, blood gushing from their heads.

"Friend, who are you?" An elderly man who looked like an elder asked, suppressing his fear and bowing. His sparse eyebrows were furrowed.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look, and with a casual slash of his sword, the old man was split in two, his blood spreading for dozens of feet.

"Ah, Elder Bai has been killed by him!"

"Attack together! Kill him!"

Seeing him kill without mercy, the crowd knew there was no way to negotiate and, in a state of extreme fear, their ferocity erupted.

They all raised their weapons and roared as they attacked together!
Ren Shaoyang's lips curled slightly, and with a light twist of his wrist, the sword light flashed back and forth like a flickering candle in the wind.

Clang!
The sword rang out clearly, and a white shadow flashed as Ren Shaoyang strolled leisurely into the mountain gate.

Plop, plop...

Dozens of heads flew into the air, blood gushing from their cavities like a fountain, a torrent of blood raining down.

(End of this chapter)