Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 310 A Fleeting Moment of Life, Nine Heavens Heavenly Punishment Blade

After a moment's thought, Li Xijun spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Ignore them, get moving, and continue towards the palace."

As words imbued with the divine power of Li Xijun were spoken, the previously tense procession sprang into action once more, continuing its march through most of the Imperial Street until the majestic palace came into view.

Beside the Imperial Street, on the rooftop of a brothel that was even taller and more luxurious than the Beiyan Zhaixing Tower, five figures appeared silently.

The moonlight and the glow of the lanterns downstairs intertwined, outlining their silhouettes.

The three were closely connected, as if they shared the same origin. A female cultivator from the Hehuan Xuan Nu Sect, dressed in a pink gauze robe, with a graceful figure and alluring eyes, was surprisingly at the fifth level of the Outer Realm.

On either side of her stood a man, their eyes slightly vacant, but the aura emanating from them was not weak; both were at the peak of the fourth level of the Outer Realm!

The other two seemed somewhat distant.

A woman dressed in a moon-white long dress, with a cool and aloof demeanor, was none other than Fairy Muyue, ranked thirty-sixth on the Earth Ranking.

Beside her stood a tall figure shrouded in a wide cloak, with dull lightning swirling around him, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. It was the lightning blade puppet that she had obtained and then crafted.

The pink-clad female cultivator's gaze swept across the scene, instantly locking onto the magnificent imperial carriage below. Her sweet laughter, though sweet as honey, carried a chilling undercurrent.

"I've long heard that our Prince's talent surpasses all others throughout history, and he is also exceptionally handsome, a rare gem in this world. What a pity, what a pity, that he will perish today—no, before he dies, why don't I help you ascend to paradise, and incidentally borrow your supreme essence to help me break through to the Grandmaster realm? Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Inside the imperial carriage, after meeting the Grandmaster of Outer Realm, Fairy Muyue, and the people of the Hehuan Xuannv Sect, Li Xijun, having figured out the final move of the Crimson Gallant Marquis, breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing the enemy's trump card revealed, his voice rang out calmly, even carrying a hint of mockery:

"Ascend to paradise? I have absolutely no interest in a worn-out shoe like you that has been used by countless people. I'm afraid your wish will never come true."

"You—!" The pink-clad female cultivator's charming smile froze instantly, turning into a grimace and fury.

As an elder of the Hehuan Xuannv Sect, how could she have ever suffered such blatant humiliation?

"He's asking for trouble! He won't listen to reason, so seize him! I want him to kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

She gave the order sharply, and the two male exterior shots beside her, whose eyes were vacant, immediately moved.

Some knowledgeable onlookers vaguely recognized the two men and couldn't help but gasp in shock.

"That's—Xie Changfeng, the 'Soul-Chasing Swordsman'! He was once ranked seventh on the Human Ranking, his Soul-Chasing Sword swift as lightning. Twenty years ago, he had already entered the Outer Realm, once venturing alone into the Western Regions, slaying seventeen Outer Realm leaders, and earning a formidable reputation. How could he have become like this?"

"And that one—it's Zhao Sihai, the 'Cloud-Turning Hand'! He was once a force to be reckoned with in the two rivers region, his palm strikes so powerful they could overturn rivers and seas! And he actually—"

"The old friends have vanished like clouds, and the heroes of the martial world have ultimately become mere puppets at the feet of others. How tragic and lamentable!"

Zhao Sihai, the "Cloud-Turning Hand," seemed to retain a trace of his instinct to show off in front of female cultivators, and upon hearing this, he took the initiative to attack.

He roared, unleashing his true essence from the fourth level of the Outer Realm. His right palm shot out, condensing true energy into a giant cloud palm the size of a millstone, tearing through the wind as it reached for the top of the imperial carriage.

He wanted to overturn the luxurious sedan chair along with the prince inside, drag him out, and force him down in front of his master.

This palm strike was swift, ruthless, and precise, showcasing his former prowess!

However-

The next moment!

A flash of sword light appeared.

It wasn't a particularly dazzling light; instead, it carried a strange sense of stillness.

It was as if time was stretched out or frozen at that moment.

Everyone felt a sudden blur before their eyes, as if everything in their field of vision had slowed down.

Only that pale yellow figure had appeared before the imperial carriage at some unknown time. Her sword had just been sheathed, making a soft "click" sound.

It was as if she had simply drawn and sheathed her sword casually.

The menacing giant cloud palm quietly dissipated in mid-air.

Zhao Sihai, who had just made his move with the "Cloud-Turning Hand," froze in place, the smug look on his face still lingering.

A drop of crimson slowly seeped from between his brows, and then, his life force receded like the tide, and he fell straight backward, crashing onto the bluestone slab with a "thud," lifeless.

he died!

A grandmaster at the peak of the fourth level of the Exterior Realm, who once dominated the two rivers region, died just like that!

He died silently and unexpectedly!

Xie Changfeng's hand holding the "Soul-Chasing Sword" trembled violently, and the tip of the sword almost touched the ground.

He stared at his companion's corpse, then at the girl in the pale yellow dress, his eyes filled with incomprehensible fear. He was as if frozen in ice, even the thought of escaping seemed to be frozen.

The pink-clad female cultivator's fury was instantly replaced by boundless terror. She screamed, her voice shrill and distorted:

"It's—it's you! You actually mastered the 'Fleeting Eternal Calamity Sword Manual'... You are Sword Fairy!"

Extreme fear led her to make her most instinctive choice: "Xie Changfeng, stop her!"

Completely controlled by the secret techniques of the Hehuan Sect, Xie Changfeng's eyes flashed with a struggle, but his body was already moving involuntarily.

He roared and unleashed all his potential. A long sword appeared behind him, helping him unleash the fastest, most ruthless, and most deadly sword strike of his life!

The sword light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced straight at Fairy Jinghong's back, intending to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, and to buy her master that instant of time to escape.

Unfortunately, when faced with swordsmanship that can influence time, the so-called fastest speed is as slow as a snail.

The Fairy of Startling Beauty didn't even turn around.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes again, as if time had been manipulated once more.

Before Xie Changfeng could even deliver his desperate sword strike halfway, a thin red line, as fine as a hair, appeared on his throat.

His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. The hundreds-of-foots-long sword image dissipated, and the Soul-Chasing Sword crashed to the ground. He clutched his throat with both hands, letting out a hissing sound. The last glimmer of light in his eyes was one of utter relief. He then collapsed to the ground, following in Zhao Sihai's footsteps.

At this moment, the pink-clad female cultivator had already taken to the air, transforming into a streak of pink light, desperately fleeing towards Fairy Muyue, letting out a mournful wail:

"Junior sister, junior sister Muyue! Save me, please save senior sister!"

"As long as you help me block Fairy Jinghong, I'll do whatever you say from now on. I won't even care about Li Xijun—I'll give you his entire essence!"

However, what she saw was the undisguised, slightly mocking, cold smile on Fairy Muyue's face.

The next moment, the pink-clad female cultivator felt her body lighten, as if she were flying, and her vision spun around.

The last thing she saw was a headless body in pink, falling helplessly from the sky.

The third sword!

It was still as understated as ever, and the sword light still seemed to traverse the long river of time.

An elder of the Hehuan Xuannv Sect at the fifth level of the Outer Realm, along with her two furnace cauldron guards at the peak of the fourth level of the Outer Realm, all perished under the sword of the Jinghong Fairy in the blink of an eye!

The world was silent.

Only the night wind blowing through the Imperial Street carried a faint smell of blood.

Inside the imperial carriage, Li Xijun used her spiritual power to "see" the three astonishing sword strikes, and a look of utter amazement appeared on her face as she murmured to herself:

"What a magnificent 'Instant Eternal Calamity Sword Manual'! No wonder it's one of the five supreme divine martial arts of this era!"

He clearly sensed that at the moment the sword was drawn, it was not merely the speed of the sword, but rather the activation of the mysterious power of time!

Wherever the sword strikes, the flow of time around the opponent is invisibly slowed down, as if sinking into a quagmire; while the time of the swordsman is constantly accelerated, and with this ebb and flow, an absolute time difference is formed.

Faced with this time difference, ordinary moves, reactions, and protective qi become a joke!

"Life is but a fleeting moment, a fleeting beauty—the name is truly well-deserved."

Even Fairy Muyue, who had been observing coldly, finally spoke up, her voice clear and cold with a hint of barely perceptible solemnity, "If I hadn't been prepared in advance and brought out the sect's secret treasure, the Nine Heavens Punishment Blade left behind by the Thunder God, I would probably have become a dead soul under your sword today."

Before she could finish speaking, the Thunder Blade Puppet beside her, which had been silent all along, moved.

"Clang—!"

A thunderous blast, seemingly capable of tearing eardrums, exploded out!

The tall puppet suddenly threw off its cloak, revealing an expressionless face that gleamed with metallic luster. In its hand was a long sword with an ancient design, its entire body wrapped in azure lightning, called the Nine Heavens Punishment Blade!

The puppet unleashed a burst of violent lightning energy, which, combined with its cultivation at the third level of the Outer Realm, and further propelled by this ancient divine weapon, transformed into a lightning blade of energy over ten feet in diameter, incredibly condensed. Like a punishment from the heavens, it tore through the sky and fiercely slashed towards the Fairy Jinghong, who had just sheathed her sword.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, lightning crackled, as if this small world was being shredded, and even space itself became distorted. The violent power of the lightning seemed to interfere with, or even repel, the invisible time sword domain surrounding Fairy Jinghong to some extent.

The Fairy of Startling Beauty's eyes narrowed, her pale yellow dress fluttered without wind, and her long sword was drawn again. The sword trembled and emitted a clear, melodious hum. Ripples of time spread out from her, meeting the earth-shattering thunderous blade energy.

"boom!"

The Sword Intent of Time and the Thunder Blade of Nine Heavens, these two supreme martial arts representing different ultimate powers, collided with a thunderous roar on the Imperial Street of the capital!

A burst of light and a surge of energy created a seemingly evenly matched situation.

Just as Fairy Jinghong was locked in fierce combat with the Thunder Blade Puppet, with the power of thunder and time clashing and locked in a stalemate, a cunning glint and a determined light flashed in Fairy Muyue's eyes.

She knew all too well how difficult the Fairy Jinghong was to deal with. The "Instant Eternal Calamity Sword Chapter" was too bizarre. Even with the Thunder Blade Puppet wielding the Nine Heavenly Punishment Blade to barely resist, it would be extremely difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

However, things can change in the long run. Although the Red-Blooded Marquis has the upper hand, who can guarantee that there won't be other variables?

Her only goal from beginning to end was Li Xijun!

"Your Highness, let your elder sister pamper you properly!"

Fairy Muyue chuckled, her figure moving swiftly like a ghost, dodging the aftershocks of the battle between the two sides, and heading straight for the imperial carriage where Li Xijun was located.

At the same time, a warm white light flew out from her sleeve, revealing a palm-sized white jade mirror carved with intricate cloud patterns.

The treasure mirror grew as soon as it was exposed to the wind, instantly transforming into a hazy white light curtain, like an inverted jade bowl, precisely enveloping the entire imperial carriage and Li Xijun, who had just stepped out of the carriage, along with herself.

Outside the light screen, everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and the magnificent imperial carriage and the figures of Li Xijun and Fairy Muyue suddenly became blurred, as if they were separated by a layer of flowing water. Their auras also instantly became weak and indistinguishable, making them difficult to see clearly.

It forms its own space, isolating it from the outside!

This white jade treasure mirror is actually a rare spatial artifact.

Inside the light curtain was a pure white space, surrounded by hazy white light from all sides, isolating it from all external sounds and sights. Only Li Xijun and Fairy Muyue stood facing each other.

"Your Highness, this place is quiet, and there will be no one else to disturb us."

Fairy Muyue smiled charmingly, her gaze fixed intently on Li Xijun as if admiring a rare treasure. "Hand over your essence obediently, and I may allow you to depart peacefully in bliss, spared from physical suffering."

She had great confidence in her abilities and in the white jade mirror.

Within this space, she was the absolute ruler, and no one outside could interfere with her. Li Xijun hated the fact that no one could take her place!

Li Xijun stood in this pure white space, her face showing no sign of the panic that Fairy Muyue had expected.

He looked around, his eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny, as if he were assessing the quality of this spatial treasure.

"Spatial confinement? Interesting."

He spoke calmly, his tone so composed that Fairy Muyue frowned slightly, "However, do you think you can control me with this?"

Fairy Muyue covered her mouth and chuckled, "Does Your Highness perhaps have some hidden trump card? With the Divine Marquis eyeing you from the outside, and me personally serving you from within, your 'Amazing Fairy' can't possibly get in."

"Although Your Highness is exceptionally talented, you should know that the martial artists at the third level of the Outer Realm are those who have condensed their Dharma Image. They are far inferior to the martial artists at the lower third level who are still condensing and filling their acupoints."

Her words were full of confidence, and the aura of a peak fourth level of the Outer Realm slowly rose around her. A strange force field with seductive music and the ability to bewitch people's minds began to spread, which was the signature move of the Xuan Nu Sect of the Chou He Huan Sect - the Xuan Nu Meeting in the Immortal Realm.

Within this force field, the opponent's spirit is subtly influenced, and their spiritual energy circulation becomes sluggish. If they can unleash 70% of their full strength, that would be considered good.

However, when faced with this invisible erosion, Li Xijun only raised an eyebrow slightly, and even his expression became somewhat stern.

"You're quite interesting, actually choosing to use mental martial arts against me."

The next moment, the Xuan Nu Hui Immortal Domain's force field that had attempted to invade melted and disintegrated, just like ice and snow meeting the spring sun.

Only one Thunder Tribulation Heart Form, whose aura far surpasses that of the Dharma Form, stands in the center of this world!