Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat.

As a womanizer, he thought he was bad enough.

It's unbelievable that the alchemist would use living people to refine magical artifacts.

Upon hearing Hua Tianyi's explanation of the black banner, the Kunlun disciples in the sword formation were filled with even more rage, and their sword intent suddenly intensified.

"Heretical and unorthodox!" Xiao Lingyun roared, clashing his swords with Yun Qianxun's, the sword light growing several feet higher.

"Freeze!"

Sixteen sword intents converged with a roar, and the azure light that stretched across the sky instantly tripled in size, crashing straight into the black banner!

"Bang—!"

A loud bang.

The Soul-Devouring Black Banner instantly split in two!

The sinister aura entwined on the banner, under the scorching heat of the sword energy, emitted a series of mournful shrieks, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Impossible! My Soul-Devouring Banner..."

The old man's face was filled with disbelief, and his pained expression stretched almost to his ears.

That black banner was refined from the lives of nineteen young girls; its power was extremely yin and extremely cold.

Ordinary martial artists were no match for Hei Fan, yet they were unexpectedly shattered by a single sword strike.

Xie Xiaoyi was even more surprised.

Depend on.

This sword formation is too powerful!

I almost lost half my life when I blocked that black banner's attack.

These disciples of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect are indeed quite something.

"Hey! Old man, your magic weapon is destroyed. Hurry up and go home. Your mother is calling you home for dinner."

These words were both insulting and infuriating. The old man gritted his teeth and pulled out a string of sandalwood beads from his pocket.

The eighteen dark beads gleamed with a bluish light; their five fingers clenched tightly, and a thunderous roar erupted:

"You brat, you're asking for death! Break this!"

The moment the bracelet left his hand, the eighteen beads transformed into eighteen black rays, rushing straight towards the core of the sword formation!

Seeing this imposing aura, Xiao Lingyun dared not be careless and spoke up to remind Yun Qianxun and his fellow disciples:

"Handle with care; these eighteen beads are no ordinary items."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The Sixteen-Pointed Star Sword Formation was activated once more, unleashing its most powerful sword strike at the eighteen beads.

With a flick of his wrist, the old man caused the beads to connect end to end in the air, forming a long, dark chain, as if guided by invisible threads!

Like a black lightning bolt slicing through the sky, it collided directly with the azure sword energy that stretched across the heavens.

"clang--!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The surrounding bluestone slabs crumbled inch by inch, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

The point where the azure sword energy and the dark chain collided created a distorted vacuum, resulting in a stalemate.

This stalemate lasted only a moment before the sword shadow, which contained the sword intent of sixteen people, began to shatter inch by inch!

Xiao Lingyun knew that if this sword energy lost, their sword formation would undoubtedly fail.

"Fellow disciples... cheer up! We can't lose."

Upon hearing this, the members of the sword formation suppressed the surging blood and qi within their bodies, gritted their teeth, and poured all their true energy into the sword.

In an instant, sixteen sword lights shone brightly.

The shattered sword shadows twisted into a giant pillar of light as thick as a bucket, shooting straight into the sky!

This sword energy was nearly twice as powerful as before; it tore through the air and caused the ground to tremble incessantly.

"go!"

"go!"

Xiao Lingyun and Yun Qianxun spoke at the same time.

That sword energy, carrying the full sword intent of all the Sword Sect disciples, crashed towards the Eighteen Sons Ink Chain!

Seeing this, the old man narrowed his triangular eyes into slits, his withered hand suddenly grabbing towards the sky, and he shouted sharply:

"change!"

Suddenly, the long, dark chain changed shape upon hearing the sound.

The eighteen beads swirled rapidly like living things, layering and intertwining to form the shape of a shield!

The shield's surface emanated a murderous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"boom--!"

The azure sword energy unleashed by the sword formation struck the beaded shield, but failed to cleave it in the slightest. Instead, it was violently rebounded by a strange force from the shield's surface!

The rebounding sword energy traveled even faster, crashing straight down on Xiao Lingyun, Yun Qianxun, and the others at the core of the sword formation!

With a loud "bang," the reversed azure sword energy exploded!

The violent energy swept in all directions, and the sixteen Kunlun disciples were struck as if by a heavy blow, all spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body flew backward like a leaf caught in a gale, crashing heavily to the ground.

The sixteen-pointed star sword formation was actually shattered by the rebound of the eighteen-bead shield!

As the sword tips, Xiao Lingyun and Yun Qianxun were shaken by the force of the energy, their meridians nearly ruptured, and blood gushed from the corners of their mouths.

My limbs and bones felt like they had fallen apart, and even the strength to hold a sword had completely disappeared.

The remaining fourteen disciples were even more seriously injured; some fainted, while others collapsed on the ground coughing up blood, and the sword formation's power vanished completely.

The old man laughed heartily, raised his hand, and the eighteen black beads began to spin in the air.

It was about to turn into a killing move, descending upon the fallen Kunlun disciple!

Seeing this, Hua Tianyi, barely managing to calm his still-unsettled internal energy, slowly spoke:

"Your cultivation is arduous; why use such an evil weapon that harms your virtue and endangers these younger generations?"

Why bother?

"My Soul-Devouring Banner was destroyed by these juniors. Today, they will pay for this with their lives!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a shapely purple figure leaped out from the crowd.

It was Murong Wei, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines.

Murong Wei pointed her sword diagonally at the ground, her cold gaze meeting the old man's directly:

"If you want to harm my fellow disciples, you'll have to get past me first."

The old man glanced at her, his gaze involuntarily lingering on her undulating curves, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

"Tsk tsk, look at that waist, so slender it could snap in two, and those breasts, so firm they could pierce the sky. She's a real gem, kept hidden away in her boudoir, but she insists on trying to be a hero."

Murong Wei blushed, then pointed her sword at the old man who was practicing Qi cultivation:

"To be old and not die is to be a thief!"

I am a disciple of a prestigious sect, how dare you, a filthy wretch, interfere?

You're nothing but a dying old...ugly old man!

Old ugly ghost?

The old man's lewd smile froze instantly.

No matter how others criticize him for being cunning, ruthless, insidious, and disrespectful to his elders, he can remain indifferent and laugh it off.

But the words "old ugly ghost" were the only thing he couldn't accept, even though he knew he was indeed getting old and his appearance was ugly.

"You little brat...go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a black bead immediately flew out from the eighteen-bead string, striking Murong Wei's heart!

Xiao Lingyun mustered her strength and exclaimed, "Junior Sister Murong, get out of the way! You're no match for him!"

Murong Wei neither dodged nor avoided; she flipped her wrist, causing her longsword to hum, and unleashed the sword intent she had comprehended from watching Shen Beiluo's "Heaven-Shattering Sword" on the mountaintop on the day the Five Stars Aligned.

The sword's edge, gleaming with a cold light, struck the black pearl with pinpoint accuracy!

"Ding!"

With a sharp, piercing sound, Wuzhu was sent flying backward by the sword strike, crashing onto a distant bluestone slab with a clang.

Murong Wei staggered back two steps, her chest heaving with blood and qi, and a dull ache throbbing within her.