Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi went on a killing spree.

He began to walk towards the Forbidden City Gate without dodging or avoiding, and the ground trembled slightly with each step.

Whoever steps forward, flies.

Whoever gets close, will be shattered.

When the Qilin Arm was unleashed, a chorus of wails followed, and wherever its body passed, devastation was left behind.

In the blink of an eye, corpses piled up like mountains outside the Forbidden City.

Qin Huaiyu and Wang Shaobo were both shocked and furious.

As masters, the fact that the two of them joined forces against one person already shows a disregard for their status.

Now, even with the powerful formation suppressing Xie Xiaoyi's cultivation level and tens of thousands of armored soldiers, they still can't defeat him. They've truly lost all face and dignity.

The two stood in front of the Forbidden City gate, gathered their inner energy, leaped forward, and joined forces to fight one last time, determined to stop him.

Xie Xiaoyi continued to swing his powerful arm.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two muffled thuds almost overlapped.

Qin Huaiyu and Wang Shaobo were sent flying again, crashing heavily into the dust.

Wang Jiling, standing atop the city wall, watched as his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Xie Xiaoyi swept through the enemy lines, leaving the Imperial Guards lying dead in the ground, and Qin Huaiyu and Wang Shaobo were knocked away one after another.

The combined forces of Northern Xinjiang's Mad Iron and Southern Xinjiang's King Kai, despite their combined strength, still couldn't stop him alone.

The emperor's majesty was trampled into the ground.

Wang Jiling trembled with rage, pointing at the city walls and roaring, "I order! The entire army to charge! Show no mercy! Kill him! Dead or alive!"

The order was issued.

With bloodshot eyes, Lü Wushuang gripped his halberd tightly and led the five generals in a charge.

The Northern Frontier War God, Kuang Tie, brandished his Heavenly King's Slaying Blade and led ten thousand Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry in close pursuit.

Kai Wang, the War God of Southern Xinjiang, pointed his Eight Desolations Sky-Splitting Spear straight ahead, leading ten thousand elite troops from Southern Xinjiang to press forward simultaneously.

The Imperial Guard, the Northern Frontier Army, and the Southern Frontier Army surged forward like a tidal wave, all rushing towards Xie Xiaoyi!

Fu Yaoqin looked at Xie Xiaoyi, her concern evident in her eyes: "Xiaoyi, don't worry about me..."

Xie Xiaoyi looked up at her and smiled, "Sister Yaoqin, wait for me."

After saying this, he charged towards the army and in a short while, he was covered in blood, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

He disregarded everything else and charged headlong towards the Forbidden City!

Anyone who tries to stop him will be smashed to pieces.

Anyone who gets in his way will be smashed to pieces.

Every step leaves blood and corpses, fearless and relentless!

Seeing that they were about to reach the gates of the Forbidden City and no one could stop them, Wang Shaobo sighed helplessly.

He had to admit that the person in front of him was no longer someone he could match.

The gap is so vast, like clouds and mud; continuing to fight will only bring shame upon themselves.

It seems I'll have to ask for help!

He looked up to the sky and roared, "Brother Meng! I've lost. Since you're here, please help me. Why stand by and watch!"

Before the words were finished, the sky suddenly darkened.

A massive sword aura, tens of feet long, materialized out of thin air, its sharpness tearing through the sky, carrying the power to suppress heaven and earth, and pressed down fiercely on Xie Xiaoyi!

Before the sword even arrived, the overwhelming pressure caused the surrounding soldiers to kneel down, unable to breathe, as if frozen in place, ceasing their attack.

Such powerful sword energy!

Who is this expert?

Xie Xiaoyi raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He suddenly gathered power in his Qilin Arm and unleashed a punch that shot skyward!

"boom--!!!"

The fist's energy and the giant sword's sword energy collided with a resounding crash, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and waves of energy to sweep in all directions.

The next moment, the colossal sword that blotted out the sky shattered, its sword energy dissipating like rain.

A figure descended gracefully from the clouds, his robes fluttering, standing with his hands behind his back, sword energy emanating from him.

The newcomer's gaze was indifferent as he surveyed the battlefield; it was none other than—

Meng Dongye, the swordsman of Nanling.

Meng Dongye's gaze fell on Xie Xiaoyi, his sword aura concealed, and his tone calm:

"Was it you who recently entered the Celestial Realm?"

Xie Xiaoyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, "And who are you?"

"The Sword Master of Nanling, Meng Dongye."

"One of the four grandmasters, you and I are complete strangers, aren't we?"

"I really don't know him."

"So, is there some kind of grudge between us?"

"No enmity."

"We are strangers, and we have no enmity, yet you just attacked me with your sword—what is your intention?"

"Wang Shaobo and I are sworn brothers. Whenever he asks for a favor, no matter what it is, I will definitely lend a helping hand."

Xie Xiaoyi stared at the sword energy flowing around him and said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, you've already reached the half-step Earth Immortal realm."

Meng Dongye nodded upon hearing this, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of arrogance: "Good eye!"

Xie Xiaoyi curled his lip: "Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?"

Meng Dongye gripped his longsword and nodded slightly.

"That sword strike just now has already injured you. From now on, I can fight you at a lower level!"

Xie Xiaoyi's heart sank—

The imperial city's barrier remained intact, and the great formation continued to suppress the realm.

Now, Meng Dongye has become a formidable foe, and his sword strike even made him cough up blood...

Being surrounded by tens of thousands of people was bad enough, but they also had to face three of the top ten martial arts masters one after another.

Ugh!

Perhaps today I will follow in the footsteps of Mei Xingyao from my previous life.

Do whatever you want, nothing matters except death!

Thinking of this, he threw his head back and let out a long laugh, his voice echoing across the land: "Southern Ridge Sword Master, no need for pretense, make your move!"

Without further ado, Meng Dongye flicked his wrist, sending a sharp sword aura straight towards Xie Xiaoyi's face.

Xie Xiaoyi unleashed his Qilin Arm's powerful energy, defying the suppression of his cultivation level, and fiercely punched the sword energy.

The force of the fist and the energy of the sword collided, producing a piercing explosion. Neither of them would give way, and neither would retreat an inch.

Taking advantage of the stalemate between Xie Xiaoyi and Meng Dongye, Qin Huaiyu clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch straight at Xie Xiaoyi.

This punch used all of his cultivation, and it was both ruthless and precise.

Xie Xiaoyi was completely focused on dealing with Meng Dongye and had no free hand to block.

A wave of despair washed over him: "It seems I'm all alone, and I'm going to die here today."

At this critical moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in mid-air: "Great Golden Bell Shield, descend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light descended from the sky.

A muffled thud.

A giant golden bell formed from a burst of internal energy instantly enveloped Xie Xiaoyi, protecting him completely inside.

Qin Huaiyu punched it squarely, and the golden bell shattered instantly, but the recoil also forced Qin Huaiyu back.

Xie Xiaoyi was overjoyed and blurted out, "Fourth brother, is that you?"

At this moment, a tall and upright young monk descended from mid-air; it was Hu Si.

He stood firmly beside Xie Xiaoyi, and with a single punch, sent a group of soldiers who had surrounded him flying.

"Third Brother, you always do everything alone. Have you forgotten you have brothers?"

"Fourth brother... what brings you here?"

"I'm not the only one!"

No sooner had the tiger-like beast finished speaking than another voice rang out from mid-air: "I wield seven swords to form the heavens, daring to summon thunder to shake the eight wastelands!"

Before the words were even finished, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunderclaps boomed one after another, and purple lightning bolts scattered and struck down.

Immediately afterwards, the alchemists controlling the killing formation let out piercing screams...

The great formation that had been tightly protecting Xie Xiaoyi and suppressing his cultivation level vanished completely.

With the restraints gone, Xie Xiaoyi's aura surged, instantly returning him to the state of oneness with heaven and man.