The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 128 Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword

"These snow wolves and snow bears are probably dangerous. Shoot them all dead, leave no one alive!" Luo Liang immediately gave the order.

The three hundred White Tiger Guards were all highly trained experts, proficient in horsemanship, archery, swordsmanship, and many other skills.

In an instant, the three hundred men drew their bows and arrows, riding their horses and shooting down the snow wolves they encountered along the way.

The bow in his hand was also extremely fine, a specially made ironwood and ebony bow by the imperial court, with a long range, strong bow power, and extremely high lethality.

Whoosh whoosh!
With the sound of a bowstring vibrating, streaks of black light shot out, turning into streaks of cold light, and killed more than ten snow wolves nearby.

At that very moment, the howls of wild beasts rang out from all directions.

Luo Liang was startled, and the many White Tiger Guards beside him also had solemn expressions.

For a moment, everyone had the illusion of being surrounded by a thousand beasts.

Soon, they witnessed a horrifying scene.

But from all directions, countless snow wolves and snow bears appeared, charging towards them in packs.

"How can there be so many strange beasts?" Luo Liang was shocked.

Although Taoist practitioners of spiritual cultivation can control and drive away all kinds of beasts, this is also limited.

“There are only a handful of Taoist cultivators in the world who can control so many strange beasts. Could it be that we have encountered a demon expert?” Luo Yueshuang whispered from the side.

Demon experts can also cultivate human-style spirit-refining methods, but they can only cultivate Taoist spirit-refining methods. They are naturally close to nature and have a unique advantage in this regard.

"Could it be Yan Qiuling, the daughter of the Northern Demon Emperor? I've heard that she's been wandering around the outskirts of the Ice Plains lately, robbing and killing martial artists from various forces," Luo Liang guessed.

"Let's not worry about that for now, let's get through this crisis first," Luo Yueshuang said in a deep voice.

"Release the arrows!" Luo Liang shouted.

Without his prompting, the three hundred White Tiger Guards began firing arrows wildly.

Arrows rained down, and snow wolves charging ahead were frequently shot down.

However, there were simply too many of these strange beasts.

Even after some were shot down, there were still many left. As far as the eye could see, there were layers upon layers of dark shadows, which were frightening.

"Draw your sword! Follow me and kill!"

One of the three great deities, the Martial Deity, roared and leaped from his horse, charging towards the herd of beasts with his spiked club in hand.

Seeing this, the other two high priests and the three hundred White Tiger Guards also dismounted, drew their swords, and followed the martial high priest in charging at the surrounding beasts.

The scene became incredibly chaotic.

The three martial arts grandmasters were incredibly powerful. Their fists, feet, and weapons shimmered with light. The moment any strange beast blocking their path was touched, its body would instantly explode, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Luo Liang also reached down and took off the broad longsword from his back. It was a light blue longsword, as clear and translucent as amber.

This is one of the Yin-Yang Sect's most precious treasures, known as the Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword.

He suddenly swung his sword, and the longsword shone brightly. Seven rays of light shot out from it, as if they had transformed into seven short swords, each about the length of an adult's arm.

Under Luo Liang's control, the seven short swords began to flicker and change, teleporting in the darkness and appearing in the midst of the beast horde in the blink of an eye. They pierced through the beasts, killing many and sending up sprays of blood.

In a short time, there were no fewer than a hundred monster corpses on the wasteland, and a strong smell of blood wafted through the cold wind.

Some of the White Tiger Guards also died by accident in the mouths of strange beasts.

However, being elite troops, they quickly stabilized the situation and prevented further casualties.

Just then, a cold light shot from afar. Luo Liang's eyes narrowed, and with a swing of his longsword, he slashed the cold light to the ground; it turned out to be an arrow.

He looked up in the direction from which the arrows had come and saw ten men on horseback galloping towards him.

They moved among the strange beasts without being affected at all.

Luo Liang narrowed his eyes and scanned the ten people, finally locking onto the black-clad youth in the very center.

"So you are Han Qing, and the person next to you should be one of the Nine Elders of the Red Dragon from Shu. Han Qing, I was just about to kill you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door on your own initiative. I will not let you go."

Han Qing also sized up Luo Liang, noticing that the man was not old, only in his twenties, and that he was holding a giant sword with starlight shimmering on its surface, seemingly containing a vast amount of magical power.

He immediately thought of a supreme treasure of Yin-Yang Dao, called the Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword.

This sword is divided into a mother sword and a child sword. The mother sword can control the child sword to injure enemies, and it can also draw upon the power of the stars to produce various magical effects.

"Who are you?" Han Qing asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My name is Luo Liang! The most talented martial artist of the new generation of the Luo family. I have heard that you are young but have extraordinary combat power. Today, I will use you to hone my combat skills." Luo Liang said loudly.

"I've only heard that Luo Ding and Yue Bairu are known as the Twin Heroes, but I've never heard of Luo Liang before," Han Qing said with a smile.

A surge of murderous intent welled up in Luo Liang's heart.

He had been overshadowed by Luo Ding since childhood, hated being compared to Luo Ding, and resented those with stronger martial arts talent than himself.

Han Qing's words, however, struck at his most sensitive spot.

"Then you can die!!"

Luo Liang made a sudden move, swinging his giant sword. The seven nearby sub-swords were simultaneously enveloped in a burst of starlight and began to flicker.

In the blink of an eye, it appeared above Han Qing's head and suddenly stabbed down towards his head.

In that instant, Han Qing fell into an illusion. He saw starlight cascading down from all directions. His gaze swept across the room, and he could not distinguish east from west. It was as if he was in a closed world, and all his senses of the outside world were completely blocked.

Han Qing was startled and was about to dodge when suddenly he heard a loud shout from Yan Qiuling.

"The Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword is a supreme treasure of the Yin-Yang Dao. It is a waste for it to fall into the hands of a junior like you who has just entered the Body-Possession Realm. Give it to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, flames rose up everywhere in this starry world, only to vanish and disappear in an instant, and Han Qing returned to the real world.

His gaze swept across the area and he saw seven short swords trapped in flames above him, trembling repeatedly within them, yet unable to break free.

Yan Qiuling's figure descended from the sky, her body surrounded by flames, which made her red clothes even more dazzling, like a celestial being, with unparalleled elegance.

However, Han Qing had no time to appreciate Yan Qiuling's stunning beauty at the moment; he felt a wave of fear wash over him.

This Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword is truly terrifying. The seven subsidiary swords can traverse space to kill enemies, and they also come with powerful illusions, giving people absolutely no time to react.

"As expected, I can't underestimate any genius martial artist from a thousand-year-old family," Han Qing murmured to himself.

With a thought, a malevolent domain suddenly spread, enveloping a considerable area around him. Numerous Yin soldiers converged into a beam of black light and flew into his body, transforming into a jet-black malevolent armor that greatly enhanced his defense and physical strength.

Therefore, even if he were ambushed again by the Seven Star Soul-Chasing Swords, he would have enough time to deal with it, unless the seven sub-swords were so powerful that they could penetrate multiple layers of defense in an instant and kill him.

However, Luo Liang is now in big trouble.

He continuously poured his magical power into the mother sword, trying to control the child sword to break free from its restraints, but it was as if he had fallen into a quagmire and could not move at all.

"What terrifying flames! You are Yan Qiuling!" Luo Liang stared intently at Yan Qiuling, who was slowly descending from the sky.

"How dare you, a junior, address me by my full name?" Yan Qiuling sneered.

Although she acted quite casually in front of Han Qing, don't forget that she was one of the top ten masters in the world. The arrogance buried in her heart burst forth at this moment, and the contempt for Luo Liang in her eyes was undisguised. This was her usual way of dealing with enemies.

Luo Liang hated being looked down upon more than anything in his life, even if the other party was a world-renowned top expert. Yan Qiuling's words and eyes deeply hurt his heart.

"Yan Qiuling, don't be so smug. There are countless powerful figures gathering in the Northern Ice Plains. The end of your demon race is coming. You, the daughter of the Demon Emperor, will probably not escape death either. You should think more about how to escape this calamity!" Luo Liang shouted loudly.

"Humph!"

Yan Qiuling snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with Luo Liang. A sudden gust of cold wind rose, and a surge of magical energy gathered, forming a giant hand of flame, which slammed down directly onto Luo Liang's head.

Luo Liang felt an instant increase in pressure as a scorching wave of heat surged forward, enveloping him completely like a furnace.

He tried to dodge, but felt locked on, as if no matter how he dodged, he would be hit by the fiery hand.

At this critical moment, Luo Yueshuang, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, couldn't help but intervene.

A divine statue suddenly appeared above his head, dressed in black robes, holding a long sword, with heavy chains behind him. It charged towards the fiery hand and then thrust its sword out from mid-air.

The two collided violently, causing the fiery hand to shatter and the black-robed statue to be knocked back.

"Yan Qiuling, what kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation?" Luo Yueshuang said in a deep voice.

"You old ghost, you've lived for nearly two hundred years and still refuse to die. Today I'll send you on your way!" Yan Qiuling said loudly.

Luo Yueshuang's face was gloomy: "Yan Qiuling, this matter has nothing to do with you. We entered the Ice Plains only to kill Han Qing. I will not participate in this great battle of the demon race. You should leave quickly, and I will pretend that nothing happened."

He was quite wary of Yan Qiuling. After all, she was one of the top ten masters in the world, and he had no confidence at all in a real fight.

"I might be a little afraid if the head of your Luo family comes in person, but I can kill you, you old ghost, with a flick of my hand. We are both half-saints, but our strengths are not equal. What, do you want to have a match with me?" Yan Qiuling's face was like frost, and her voice was cold, like an iceberg, making it difficult for people to approach her.

"Yan Qiuling, are you determined to stop us?" Luo Yueshuang stared intently at Yan Qiuling.

"Han Qing is my close friend. If you want to kill him, you'll have to get past me first!"

After Yan Qiuling finished speaking, she didn't bother to waste any more words and immediately launched a new offensive.

Suddenly, a cold wind arose, and thick black clouds rolled overhead, with silver lightning flashing intermittently within them.

This time, the rosy light transformed into lightning, making it even more powerful!
Luo Yueshuang's expression was solemn, and she dared not be careless. She roared, "All of you, get out of the way and do not come near this area. Let me see just how capable this so-called daughter of the Demon Emperor and one of the top ten experts in the world really is!"

As he spoke, he soared into the air, surrounded by howling winds. His magical thoughts converged above his head, transforming into a cloud of mist, within which crimson lightning flickered.

Those who cultivate the divine power of the Legalist school can also control lightning, a special ability awakened upon entering the semi-saint realm, known as the Heavenly Punishment Lightning.

This type of lightning is specifically designed to suppress magical thoughts and the soul, and it is very different from Yan Qiuling's Cloud Lightning. The latter can damage both the soul and the body, but under the same intensity of magical thoughts, the damage it causes to the soul and magical thoughts is far less than that of the Heavenly Punishment Lightning.

In an instant, the area was filled with lightning and thunder, and an oppressive aura swept through.

The other martial artists from both sides scattered and fled the area.

The two demigods clashed, both flying in the sky, leaving others powerless to help even if they wanted to.

"Red Dragon Nine Elders, you deal with the others, I'll handle this kid named Luo Liang!"

Now that they were separated, Yan Qiuling had to loosen her grip on the seven sub-swords because she had to deal with Luo Yueshuang, and Luo Liang also regained control of the Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword.

He turned his gaze to Han Qing, his eyes filled with provocation and murderous intent.

Han Qing sensed it clearly. He was also a proud and arrogant person. Since this kid wanted to fight one-on-one and settle things with a fight to the death, he naturally wouldn't be afraid.

"Young master, be careful! This person's magic sword is very powerful!" Yan Chilong warned.

"It's alright, I won't make the same mistake twice!"

As Han Qing spoke, he leaped from his horse, displaying his lightness skill with graceful movements, carrying a surge of murderous aura. Behind him, a multitude of Yin soldiers charged toward Luo Liang at an extremely fast speed.

Luo Liang's pupils contracted. He had read Han Qing's detailed information and knew that Han Qing was highly skilled in close combat. So he immediately retreated and also used the graceful and agile technique.

The two of them seemed like two ghosts, drifting along the ground at incredible speed.

"go with!"

Luo Liang knew that his greatest reliance for victory was this Seven-Star Soul-Chasing Sword.

If it were a true contest of raw strength, Luo Ding wouldn't be a match for Han Qing, let alone himself.

So he swung his Starlight Greatsword, and with a whoosh, the seven smaller swords transformed into seven streaks of starlight, instantly appearing above Han Qing's head and stabbing fiercely down at his skull.

But this time, Han Qing was prepared. He was wearing a demonic armor, and there was a rolling aura of malevolence all around him.

The instant he fell into the illusion, he immediately activated the Ceasefire Sutra, mobilizing streams of magical energy to sweep across his body.

All illusions arise from impure thoughts within the body, though some methods are extremely subtle.

Sure enough, he discovered wisps of starlight within his body, which were the manifestations of his distracting thoughts.

The two streams of spiritual thought collided violently, and strands of starlight suddenly collapsed.

He instantly broke free from the Starlight Illusion and returned to the real world.

At this moment, the seven swords had already pierced his body, but were first blocked by the demonic armor.

By the time Zijian broke through this layer of protective armor, Han Qing had regained his senses and suddenly swung his sword, unleashing the Phantom Thousandfold Blade Technique.

In an instant, the blade flashed like a shadow, like a whirlwind, and directly engulfed the seven swords.

With a series of clanging sounds, the seven swords were almost simultaneously cleaved away.

Upon seeing this, Luo Liang was immediately shocked. He had not expected that Han Qing's protective armor would be so sturdy.

"How could this be? In the past, these seven swords were invincible and extremely sharp. Ordinary cultivators at the Divine Refinement Realm would be killed in an instant. How could Han Qing possibly withstand them?"

He knew that Han Qing was practicing the first military strategy, the "Stopping Warfare Classic," but he still underestimated the power of this first military strategy.

Seeing Han Qing rushing towards him at lightning speed, he panicked.

"Three great venerable ones, come quickly to my aid!" Luo Liang shouted.

However, these three elders were also besieged by the Nine Elders of the Crimson Dragon and were engaged in a fierce battle. They had no time or energy to spare to help him.

Left with no other choice, Luo Liang swung his sword again, and the seven swords flashed and teleported, stabbing towards Han Qing from different directions.

Han Qing used the same approach, using his Demon Armor to defend himself and buy time to break free from the illusion. Once he was free, he would use the Phantom Thousandfold Blade to cut down the seven swords.

However, Luo Liang still managed to create some distance while Han Qing was dealing with the seven swords.

Han Qing frowned. If this fight continued, it would take an unknown amount of time to kill Luo Liang. So, with a thought, he directly unleashed his strongest spell to date, the Divine Mirror Technique.

One could see strands of Dharma thoughts converging and transforming into a mirror that appeared above their heads. One by one, the Yin soldiers suddenly dissipated, merging into a beam of black light that shot into the mirror, making it even more solid.

The next instant, a beam of blood-red light shot out from the mirror and shone on Luo Liang, who immediately let out a scream.

The world in his eyes slowed down instantly, and his internal energy was being burned by a mysterious force. Although the speed was not fast, his brain was accompanied by a strong stinging pain.

He panicked and wanted to swing the Starlight Greatsword to assassinate Han Qing.

However, Han Qing still struck first. With a thought, the Star Shuttle flew out from his arms, turning into a streak of light, and arrived in front of Luo Liang in an instant, directly piercing through both of his arms.

Luo Liang let out a scream, and the Star Sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The mother sword slipped out of control, and the seven child swords also went out of control and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Qing rushed to Luo Liang's side and, in the latter's panicked state, slashed out with his sword.

Luo Liang wanted to use his lightness skill to dodge, but his magical senses were frozen and his five senses were in an extremely dull state, making it impossible for him to judge the trajectory of Han Qing's sword technique. In addition, the Phantom Thousandfold Blade was extremely difficult to defend against.

In an instant, Luo Liang was engulfed in the flash of blades.

With a flash of cold light, his head was severed and fell to the ground.

Han Qing stepped forward and picked up the Seven Star Soul-Chasing Sword that had fallen to the ground. He probed it with his spiritual sense and found a vast Yin-Yang Dao spiritual sense inside. At the moment the two intersected, many illusions appeared before Han Qing, such as stars flashing and stars appearing and disappearing, or beautiful women appearing and disappearing.

He immediately withdrew that magical thought; now was not the time to refine the magical artifact.

He looked up at the sky and saw Yan Qiuling and Luo Yueshuang fighting fiercely.

However, Luo Yueshuang was clearly no match for him and was completely suppressed on the field.

The two towering statues were constantly clashing, and each collision was earth-shattering.

Yan Qiuling conjured a giant fiery statue several dozen feet tall, holding a long sword in each hand.

As the collisions continued, Luo Yueshuang's black-clad colossal statue grew fainter and fainter, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Luo Yueshuang glanced around and noticed Luo Liang's beheading, and a great anger rose in her heart.

"Han Qing, you little thief, killed two of my Luo family's geniuses. This hatred is irreconcilable. Prepare to face the endless wrath of my Luo family!"

He turned and flew away into the distance. After such a fierce battle, he realized that he was no match for Yan Qiuling, and continuing would surely lead to his death.

But in that instant, a beam of blood-red light suddenly shone on him, and Luo Yueshuang's figure froze, feeling as if time itself had slowed down.

"not good!"

He was greatly alarmed; in a top-level duel, being slow to react was extremely fatal.

Click!

With a deafening roar, a bolt of silver lightning suddenly descended from the sky, like a thick electric snake coiling down and slamming into Luo Yueshuang. She was instantly engulfed by the silver lightning, letting out a scream as her flesh turned charred black, and she plummeted to the ground.

However, Luo Yueshuang was a martial saint after all, and her vitality was extremely tenacious. The moment she fell to the ground, she immediately flipped herself up again.

However, Yan Qiuling had anticipated this and had already taken the initiative. Her magical thoughts converged and transformed into a ball of flame that enveloped his body.

The latter rolled around in the flames, and his injuries worsened rapidly.

Han Qing also made his move at the same time, waving his hand and causing poisonous rain to fall from the sky, sprinkling on Luo Yueshuang.

The latter faced a double blow and ultimately could not hold on any longer. After struggling for a while, he collapsed to the ground and died.

Han Qing had assumed that Luo Yueshuang had died at Yan Qiuling's hands, but unexpectedly, Yan Qiuling extinguished the flames at the last moment, causing Luo Yueshuang's body to dissolve in the poisonous rain and taking his last breath.

He was immediately filled with gratitude towards Yan Qiuling. The latter clearly knew the characteristics of a military strategist who had refined his spirit, and deliberately gave him the final chance to kill, so that his spirit temple would have another powerful Yin soldier.

Of course, for Han Qing, the biggest gain was Luo Yueshuang's soul light.

He didn't have time to investigate in detail, because there were still three grandmasters present who hadn't been dealt with.

Yan Qiuling struck first, and three bolts of lightning transformed into three silver snakes, which dispersed and simultaneously struck the three elders of the Luo family.

The lightning was incredibly fast, and the three high priests, preoccupied with dealing with the enemy before them, had no time to dodge.

In an instant, screams erupted one after another.

One of the worshippers, surnamed Wang, was the weakest and was directly devoured by the silver snake, his body turning into charcoal.

The other two also collapsed to the ground, severely injured and completely incapacitated.

A Taoist cultivator like Yan Qiuling is far too powerful; an ordinary martial arts grandmaster simply cannot withstand the attack of a single electric snake.

Upon seeing this, Han Qing immediately took action. The Star Shuttle shot out with a whoosh, passing through the bodies of the two men at an extremely fast speed, piercing their hearts and drawing out a trail of blood.

The screams of the two men stopped abruptly, and they died one after the other.

With the deaths of the three elders, the morale of the Luo family's forces completely collapsed. Many White Tiger Guards lost their backbone, and their eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

"Luo Yueshuang and the others are dead. Why don't you lay down your weapons and kneel down to surrender?" Han Qing shouted loudly.

At the same moment, a series of rapid footsteps came from not far away, and Bai Yunfei led three thousand soldiers from the Tiger Might Battalion to arrive.

Yan Qiuling was simply too strong. Even though they were fast enough, they were still a step too slow, and the battle was already over.

"Why aren't you kneeling down and surrendering?"

With a wave of her hand, Yan Qiuling silenced the giant beasts that had been galloping and tearing at each other all around.

Her voice directly entered the ears of every White Tiger Guard, echoing endlessly in their minds, like a mighty heaven, incredibly awe-inspiring.

In an instant, the White Tiger Guards were terrified and knelt down on the ground.

The fighting has completely ended.

Bai Yunfei and the others arrived in front of Han Qing. Han Qing glanced at them and could tell that the armor and swords on these White Tiger Guards were of excellent quality. So he ordered, "Bai Yunfei, take some men and remove their armor, bows and swords."

"Yes!"

Yan Qiuling descended from the sky and landed beside Han Qing.

“These people are all Luo family henchmen. Although I have intimidated them, they may rebel in the future. I think it would be better to kill them all.”

Yan Qiuling is ultimately a demon; she has her own set of rules and is even more ruthless towards her enemies.

"No rush. These people are well-trained, and it would be a waste to kill them like this. I have a better way to handle this," Han Qing said in a deep voice.

Before long, aside from the dead White Tiger Guards, the remaining two hundred-plus people were completely under control, and Bai Yunfei and his men had taken away all three hundred sets of white robes and armor.

Han Qing had barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when Yan Qiuling frowned again.

"Han Qing, someone else is coming."

"Who is it?" Han Qing asked, frowning. Wave after wave of questions were making him feel somewhat irritated.

Yan Qiuling pointed her finger, and a wisp of her spiritual power entered Han Qing's brow. Immediately, many images appeared in the latter's mind.

On the wasteland, a group of a thousand people was rushing towards Jianfeng Mountain. Two of the leaders caught his attention.

One was a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched posture, carrying a long, dark blue staff on his back. He was extremely robust, with sharp eyes and an aura of fierceness like a lion or tiger. It was clear that his martial arts level was extremely high.

The other was a woman dressed in a traditional Chinese ink painting style cheongsam, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura that made her unfathomable.

Of course, these are images transmitted by Yan Qiuling using her spiritual power, and there may be inaccuracies in the perception.

"This woman in the ink-wash painting style cheongsam has an extremely important background. Her name is Yue Bairu. She is the current Holy Maiden of the Zongheng Dao Palace. After Luo Ding was killed, she was considered by people of the time to be the most talented new generation of martial artists in the world. However, after meeting you, I don't quite agree with this. I don't believe that there is anyone more talented than you."

"As for the martial artist carrying the dark blue-green staff beside him, that's Chen Lianfeng, Chen Muxiu's steward. He's also a Martial Saint," Yan Qiuling added.

She was a woman of wide experience and knowledge, and knew most of the famous and unknown masters in the world.

"So it's the Chen family. These people are indeed after me. I just don't know why Yue Bairu is with them?" Han Qing pondered.

Zongheng Dao Palace is a sacred place of martial arts, and he does not want to have a direct conflict with Yue Bairu unless necessary.

He already has enough enemies; adding another one, the Zongheng Dao Palace, would only make things worse.

"I've heard that the Zongheng Dao Palace and Chen Muxiu have some secret connections, but I've never known if it's true. Now that Yue Bairu and Chen Lianfeng are traveling together, it seems to confirm that," Yan Qiuling said softly.

"How strong is Yue Bairu this time?" Han Qing asked.

"No matter how strong this woman is, with me here, you don't need to worry. However, her background is extraordinary. Her grandfather is a Five Spirits Dao Saint and has recently arrived at the Ice Plains."

Although this person is ranked alongside me as one of the top ten masters in the world, her combat strength is firmly among the top three. If I kill her, there will be big trouble later.

"I don't care, but I'm worried that the Five Spirits Dao Saint will retaliate against you," Yan Qiuling said, frowning.

After she finished speaking, she suddenly came to her senses and realized that she didn't know why she was particularly worried about Han Qing's safety.

She was always cold and aloof; she had never shown such emotions before, not even to her closest friends.

"Let's go take a look first. If we can force Yue Bai to retreat, then we will. If this woman insists on fighting to the death, then we'll kill her. So what if she's a Five Spirits Dao Saint? I, Han Qing, already have enough enemies. One more won't make a difference." Han Qing raised an eyebrow.

"I admire your fearless spirit," Yan Qiuling said with a smile.

"go!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a gust of wind rose from the ground, lifting Han Qing's body and sending him soaring into the sky.

"You wait here, I'll be right back," Han Qing instructed, and then quickly disappeared into the horizon with Yan Qiuling.

...

Da da da!
Thousands of horses galloped at high speed across the wilderness, with Chen Lianfeng leading the way, causing the ground to tremble.

"stop!"

Chen Lianfeng suddenly waved his hand and let out a loud shout, and the thousands of cavalrymen immediately stopped.

He squinted and looked ahead, only to see a large number of dark shadows on the distant horizon. They were strange beasts, forming a barrier that blocked Chen Lianfeng and the others from moving forward.

"Which Taoist cultivator is blocking our way? Show yourself at once!" Chen Lianfeng shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a ball of flame descending from the dark sky, enveloping two figures, a man and a woman.

Chen Lianfeng's gaze immediately locked onto the person on the left. He had seen Han Qing's portrait before and recognized him at a glance.

However, he quickly shifted his gaze to Yan Qiuling, who exuded a surging aura that made him feel immense pressure.

"Yan Qiuling, what do you mean by this?" Chen Lianfeng asked.

"I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business. I know you're here to kill Han Qing, but with me here, you should think about how to save your own life." Yan Qiuling said coldly, her tone extremely domineering.

Chen Lianfeng frowned. He hadn't expected that Han Qing would have such a powerful expert as Yan Qiuling by his side, and the situation suddenly deteriorated.

Suddenly, Yue Bairu said, "Senior Yan Qiuling, there are many powerful figures in the Northern Ice Plains right now, all coveting your demon clan's treasures. Why bother with such matters?"

"Yue Bairu, for your father's sake, leave quickly and I will spare your life," Yan Qiuling said calmly.

"Senior Yan, you are the only woman among the top ten masters in the world. I have long heard of your great name and admire you greatly. Now that we have met, I would like to see just how strong you are. Please enlighten me!"

As Yue Bairu spoke, she waved her hand, and a gust of wind rose from the ground. In an instant, it grew from three or five zhang to thirty or fifty zhang, like a python or serpent, and pounced directly at Yan Qiuling.

Yan Qiuling snorted coldly, completely disregarding it. Suddenly, a giant fiery hand appeared in front of her, gently patting the gust of wind and dispersing it.

That wasn't all. The giant hand descended again, striking directly at Yue Bairu and Chen Lianfeng below.

Yue Bairu frowned. She could feel the huge gap between the two, like an egg hitting a stone, powerless and shattering in an instant.

At that moment, as the fiery hand slammed down, she felt immense pressure.

The next instant, a gust of cold wind rose up, and the powerful energy flowing from the many martial artists behind her completely converged on Yue Bairu, causing her aura to surge in an instant. With another wave of her hand, she used her magic to manipulate the power of heaven and earth, and an even greater gale rose from the ground and slapped towards the fiery hand.

The flames and the gale collided violently, and this time they were both annihilated in the world.

However, Yan Qiuling's casual move required Yue Bairu to use the secret techniques of the Horizontal and Vertical Path and combine the power of many martial artists behind her to deal with it, making the difference in their strength immediately apparent.

"How is it?" Yan Qiuling asked with a smile.

"Senior is indeed amazing. I am far inferior to you." Yue Bairu nodded slightly.

Her gaze swept across the room and landed on Han Qing beside her.

"Since Miss Yan is here to protect us, let's end this here and go!"

Yue Bairu turned to leave with the group of martial artists, but Yan Qiuling refused.

"slow!!"

All around, beasts howled. Yan Qiuling said coldly, "You can leave, but the others can't!"

Yue Bai frowned: "Senior Yan, to be honest, my grandfather is on his way here. Most of the people behind me are from the Zongheng Dao Palace. I beg Senior Yan to show leniency."

"You're threatening me? So what if your grandfather is here in person? If it weren't for the sake of the Zongheng Dao Palace, you would have been burned to ashes by me!" Yan Qiuling said softly.

Yue Bairu's gaze swept across the room and landed on Han Qing.

"Alright then, Han Qing, I've heard that you killed Luo Ding, so you must be extremely strong and talented. Today, I'll have a friendly spar with you."

If you win, from this day forward, neither I nor the Zongheng Dao Palace will ever be involved in this matter again.

If I win, please let us go, Miss Yan!

(End of this chapter)