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

Chapter 538 One Sword Kills?
The Quanzhen disciples outside the mountain gate were all horrified to see the heads of dozens of Xingxiu disciples flying into the sky!

Dead, all dead!

The Xingxiu disciples, who roamed the martial world and intimidated the north and south, were slaughtered by a single person with a single sword!

These evil and unorthodox practitioners, with their deadly poison skills, are invincible in their eyes.

But when faced with that figure in white, they were completely powerless to fight back.

The Quanzhen disciples watched as the white-robed figure disappeared into the mountain gate, and then all looked at the girl in purple.

Despite being stared at from all directions, Azi was not frightened at all; instead, she became even more smug. She moved her feet and walked into the center of the arena.

Her beautiful eyes swept over, instantly startling everyone so much that they backed away and huddled together.

Chaos erupted in the mountain gate square in an instant.

"Ahem!" Azi coughed and said in a sweet voice, "Why are you guys, all grown men, acting like quails?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

A Taoist priest with a square face and large ears stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Heroine, may I ask which young master you are with?"

"Oh, that's my young master!"

"Oh, may I ask your honorable name, sir?"

Ah Zi chuckled and pressed her hand to her waist, saying, "The greatest swordsman of all time, the greatest swordsman under heaven, Ren Shaoyang!"

"Ah, a sword, a sword god?"

"Such a master exists? My Quanzhen Sect is saved!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"..."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their spirits lifted.

The Taoist priest then asked, "Young lady, isn't it a bit much for your young master to face Old Demon Ding alone?"

Azi smiled at him: "Are you afraid my young master can't beat him?"

"That is a concern, after all, Old Demon Ding's demonic arts are unpredictable, and his poisoning is hard to guard against!"

"Don't worry." Azi waved her hand dismissively. "Young Master's strength is beyond your imagination!" With that, she turned to look inside the mountain gate, her smile unchanged, but her palms were already sweating. In her heart, she cried out, "Young Master, Young Master, Azi has staked everything on you this time. You must kill Old Monster Ding!"

Inside the Quanzhen Sect's mountain gate at this time.

With a shake of his body, the Pure Yang Daoist sent six command flags flying around and covering Ding Chunqiu's entire body, like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating every crevice and pressing down relentlessly.

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, his palm strike spreading out like a vast ocean, reaching everywhere.

The two exchanged more than ten moves, and the fight was evenly matched.

During their standoff, Ding Chunqiu, with his flowing white beard, remained as dashing as ever. Meanwhile, the old Taoist Chunyang was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted.

"Huh, that's it?"

Ding Chunqiu moved aside a command flag, turned around, and with his long eyebrows, broad face, hawk-nose, and phoenix-eyed gaze, he glanced at the old Taoist priest Chunyang, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the command flag with a clang.

The command flag trembled twice before becoming obedient. It turned out that Ding Chunqiu had used his poisonous skills to change the flag from bright yellow to pink. The speed of his move, the strength of his poisonous skills, and the precision of his aim were truly astonishing.

Just then, with a few whooshing sounds, the command flags arrived again.

Ding Chunqiu waved his hand back, stirring up a cloud of pinkish poisonous mist. The command flags touched it and all changed direction, shooting towards the old Taoist priest Chunyang.

The six command flags turned pink and shot straight towards them.

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest Chunyang drew his longsword, flicked his wrist, and slashed horizontally. This sword strike was as fast as a waterfall cascading down or a gentle breeze brushing leaves.

The sword light split, striking six command flags; with a crack, the flags scattered on the ground.

Just then, a wisp of sword light suddenly appeared from the pink poisonous mist, vividly piercing straight towards Ding Chunqiu's brow.

In a flash, snap! A pair of large hands clamped down on the sword!
"You're something else, you old fox!" Ding Chunqiu shouted. "Watch my Dissolving Power Technique!" True Qi circulated and spread outwards like a floodgate being opened.

The corroded stone slabs, like mist and dust, carrying a deadly poison, enveloped the two of them, rising into the sky like smoke from a beacon fire.

"It happened!"

Master Chunyang felt a fierce aura invade his body, as if his bones were about to melt away.

"Haha, you old bastard, have you run out of tricks?"

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, then stomped his foot again.

Boom!

Centered on Ding Chunqiu, the stone slab seemed to transform into the surface of water, undulating and swaying in concentric circles, and began to sink downwards.

Crack! The longsword shattered into pieces.

Ding Chunqiu unleashed a palm strike, which Chunyang Daoist caught with his hand. With a hiss, his palms instantly turned pink, followed by his eyes, beard, and hair.

"Hmph, let's see how you die!"

Ding Chunqiu laughed heartily, and was about to unleash his power to crush the old Taoist priest.

"My life is over!" Master Chunyang sighed bitterly in his heart.

Just when he was in despair, a gentle moonlight suddenly appeared.

Ding Chunqiu blinked sharply, his inner energy suddenly caught in his throat.

In his eyes, it seemed as if a ray of moonlight fell from the sky, faster than the wind and lighter than the clouds, appearing before him in an instant.

"Who goes there!" Ding Chunqiu shouted, his palms swirling like a venomous snake raising its head, thrusting towards the newcomer from mid-air.

"Ha~!"

The man chuckled softly, seemingly unaware of the danger. His gaze was fixed on Ding Chunqiu's armpit, and he only turned aside when the opponent's supernatural power was about to reach him.

Ding Chunqiu's heart sank, and a strange feeling arose within him.

His "Nine Deaths Palm" seemed to have hit a soft wall, and was suddenly bounced away as the newcomer turned around.

Rumble!
A thunderous roar echoed down the mountain.

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed drastically as the vicious energy surged back, clashing with his protective aura.

With a hiss, pink flames suddenly ignited, and Ding Chunqiu was forced to stagger back several steps. Before he could regain his footing, he suddenly heard the man's long laugh, his sleeves fluttering as a crimson sword flashed out.

His sword strikes were unpredictable, yet fluid and swift. Seemingly nonchalant, they repeatedly struck Ding Chunqiu's vulnerable points, perfectly in accordance with the laws of nature.

In an instant, Ding Chunqiu felt thousands of sword lights rushing towards him, as if he were about to be sliced ​​into mincemeat.

He launched a full-scale counterattack, leaving no opening for the attacker, but a casual sword strike from the newcomer was like the collapse of the heavens and the splitting of the earth.

Two figures, one in red and one in white, merged and reopened, reopened and reopened, their shadows dancing across the scene.

Ding Chunqiu was on the verge of collapse several times, but fortunately, he had mastered the "Nine Deaths Evil Skill" and developed an indestructible body. He was often able to generate potential in desperate situations and repeatedly exchanged injuries for life to barely keep going.

Seeing the white-robed man's elegant swordplay, exuding a refined and lofty aura, the old Taoist priest Chunyang, who was lounging to the side, couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Old friend, it's the white-robed man! The white-robed man is here! I knew you wouldn't leave me to die!"

He chuckled a couple of times, then became troubled again: "The white robe has appeared, so how do we interpret 'Chongyang transforms into nine yang'?" He scratched his pink hair. "It's truly baffling!"

Suddenly, a loud "boom" was heard, and the old Taoist priest Chunyang was startled and turned to look.

Ding Chunqiu stood there woodenly, his red robe torn and hanging at his waist, his body covered in blood, the wounds so deep that bone was visible.

The young man in white robes stood with his sword at his side. His temples were already graying, but his skin was plump and his appearance was handsome and imposing. He looked to be no more than twenty years old.

At this moment, his clothes and hair emitted a shimmering white moonlight, like heavenly light, melting and radiating, like a celestial being descending to earth.

Bathed in the radiant light, the old Taoist priest Chunyang was half-dazed and half-intoxicated, as if in a dream, his mouth slightly open, staring intently at the white robe.

The man in white robes held the sword blade and looked down at the crowd.

The old Taoist priest, Chunyang, composed himself and stammered, "Thank you, young master."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and smiled, then looked up at Ding Chunqiu and chuckled, "Don't force yourself."

Ding Chunqiu swayed almost imperceptibly and blurted out, "You...how did you know?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, but his breathing became somewhat smoother.

Ding Chunqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared intently at him: "Who are you?"

Ren Shaoyang.

"Real name?" Ding Chunqiu frowned.

"I will not change my name." Ren Shaoyang nodded.

Ding Chunqiu's white eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Why have I never heard of you in the martial arts world?"

Ren Shaoyang maintained his relaxed demeanor, as if chatting with an old friend: "I'm new here, so you naturally haven't heard of this place."

"First time entering the martial world?" Ding Chunqiu was taken aback.

Ren Shaoyang paused, a slight smile curving his lips: "I've been in the martial world for a long time, but this is my first time in this particular world."

Ding Chunqiu frowned deeply: "I understand every single word you said, so why can't I understand it when they're put together?"

Ren Shaoyang stood up straight, his long sword held horizontally like a banner fluttering in the wind, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. If I kill you, the world will know who I am, Ren Shaoyang."

"You want to climb to the top by stepping on me?"

"Once you get to Zhongnan Mountain, how can you not take the shortcut?"

"Go to hell!" Ding Chunqiu roared, "Dissolve Power Technique, dissolve!" With a bang, his tattered red robe shattered, and suddenly he raised his hand, a burst of energy shooting out like lightning.

Ren Shaoyang raised his index and middle fingers together, swept them downwards, and hummed as he touched the sword.

Bang!
Fire rained down around the two of them, falling endlessly.

The old Taoist priest Chunyang was horrified. He never expected that Ren Shaoyang possessed such supernatural abilities, and that he could break the Huagong Dafa with sword energy. It was truly unbelievable.

Just then, Ding Chunqiu suddenly appeared beside the white-robed man, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks with unparalleled sharpness, no less powerful than a real sword.

"Oh, is this the martial art of the Free and Unfettered Sect?"

Ren Shaoyang asked with a smile, then vanished like smoke.

Ding Chunqiu struck the ground with his palm, but the ground was scorched black.

Damn!
The crimson sword light flickered, like flowing clouds and dispersing mist, spreading towards Ding Chunqiu and slashing straight down his body.

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed, and he leaped behind a bronze cauldron.

With a "hiss," the bronze cauldron neatly split into two halves, sending up a cloud of incense ash.

The old Taoist priest from Chunyang cried out in agony, "My god, my great cauldron!"

Ding Chunqiu flashed to the foot of an artificial hill, and with two more "hissing" sounds, the artificial hill shattered.

"Oh, the raindrop stone!" The old Taoist Chunyang was so heartbroken he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

"Stop your whining!" Ding Chunqiu dodged repeatedly and shouted, "You old Taoist, how dare you rob the emperor's tribute stones! What is your crime?"

Ga?
The old Taoist priest Chunyang quickly covered his mouth, not daring to say anything more.

"Hmph, useless."

Ding Chunqiu sneered, and just as he was about to shout insults, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his chest.

Ren Shaoyang used his lightness skill to leap forward, but before the sword blade arrived, the "Harmonious Power" had already pierced his chest!
Ding Chunqiu's body trembled violently, and he let out a shrill wail before retreating and fleeing.

Ren Shaoyang threw his divine sword, and the fiery sword light pierced through his chest like lightning. With its momentum undiminished, it slammed the Starry Sky Immortal into the main hall!

The stone wall exploded with a "boom," scattering debris and creating a human-shaped crater.

At this moment, a Quanzhen disciple rushed up and witnessed Ding Chunqiu being killed by a single sword strike.

They looked at each other, utterly astonished.

"Young master, young master!" Ah Zi skipped over and cried out, "You really killed Old Monster Ding?"

Snapped!
Ren Shaoyang placed one hand on her forehead and said calmly, "What's the rush?"

"Your Majesty isn't in a hurry, but I, the eunuch, am!" Azi was initially delighted, then pouted, "Aren't you happy?"

"What's there to be happy about?" Ren Shaoyang shook his head slightly, then suddenly frowned and said, "Azi, did he practice the 'Nine Deaths Evil Art'?"

Azi replied matter-of-factly, "Yes!"

Ren Shaoyang's lips curled into a smile, and amidst A Zi's scream, he casually tossed her away. Looking up at the deathly silent hall, he chuckled softly, "This is interesting."

(End of this chapter)