The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 124: No tricks, just numbers (Third update)

Zuo Qingqiu held the Purple Lightning Sword, its tip slightly raised, pointing at Li Baitian.

She stood in the void, her black robes fluttering, surrounded by purple lightning, like a goddess who wielded thunder.

No further words were spoken.

The first sword strike was silently unleashed.

There was no earth-shattering build-up, no complicated and profound sword moves.

Zuo Qingqiu simply stood in the void, holding Zidian in his hand, and unleashed a simple, unremarkable sword strike at Li Baitian, who was a hundred feet away.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if brushing dust off a sleeve.

However, the moment she swung her sword, the world paled in comparison.

A pure, purplish-black sword aura shot out from the Purple Lightning Sword Blade.

Initially as thin as a hair, it swelled in the wind as soon as it left the sword, transforming into a terrifying sword beam that stretched across the sky and tore through the heavens.

Wherever the sword's light passed, space distorted, light vanished, and snowflakes vaporized before they could even get close, revealing the dark, empty trail below.

Before the chilling sword intent even reached their bodies, the biting cold and destructive aura caused all the Purple Mansion cultivators watching from afar to feel a piercing pain in their souls, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

This sword strike had no technique, no variation.

Yes, it is the purest, most domineering, and most irresistible force.

It belongs to the Golden Core True Monarch, who controls the laws of heaven and earth and is driven by the Yin Thunder Origin, possessing absolute power.

"Good timing."

Li Baitian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward to meet the terrifying sword light that seemed to shatter the Great Dao.

He gripped the sword with both hands, holding a green lotus in his left hand and a peach branch in his right, crossing them in front of him. Then, he fiercely slashed at the earth-shattering, purplish-black sword light.

"Three thousand ink paintings, myriad forms of swords."

A long howl resounded across the land.

The Qingping Sword unleashed a blue sword light, sharp and unparalleled, seemingly capable of cleaving through everything.

The Peach Branch Sword unleashed a sword aura the color of withered wood, containing vitality within, yet also concealing the cycle of decay and annihilation.

The two sword energies, which were of very different natures, did not directly collide with the purple-black sword light, but instead merged, intertwined and evolved in the air.

In an instant, the entire area within a hundred feet of Li Baitian seemed to be drawn into an ink wash landscape painting.

The black and white sword energies crisscrossed and changed in an instant.

Sometimes it transforms into majestic and precipitous ink-wash mountains, imposing and powerful, blocking the way;

Sometimes it transforms into a rushing, roaring river or waterfall, using softness to overcome hardness, entangling and wearing away;

At times, it transforms into a ferocious, roaring, dark-colored beast, baring its fangs and claws, lunging at the sword's edge.

Ink-wash sword energy.

This is the "Qingping Sword Technique" that Li Baitian created by integrating his sect's "Ink Painting Dao" with his own swordsmanship.

Sword energy is no longer confined to mere sharpness, but possesses the ever-changing nature of ink painting, capable of being both hard and soft, solid and illusory, infinitely mysterious.

Boom boom boom boom—

The purplish-black sword light collided violently with the mountains, rivers, ferocious beasts, and birds of prey formed from ink-wash sword energy, unleashing a continuous and deafening roar.

The violent shockwave of spiritual energy spread wildly in all directions like tangible ripples, hurling thick snow and frozen soil into the air, forming a snow dust storm that blotted out the sky.

The old monsters watching from afar were all horrified and quickly activated their magic power, summoning protective treasures to withstand the terrifying aftershocks.

Even so, some of those with weaker cultivation levels were still shaken, their blood and qi churning, and their faces turning pale.

"What a strange sword aura—completely different from ordinary sword techniques, capable of manifesting the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth in an instant."

"Li Baitian is indeed a genius, no wonder he can become a disciple of a True Monarch. Within the Purple Mansion, there are probably only a handful of people whose swordsmanship can rival his."

"What a pity—he is facing the sword of the True Lord today."

Amidst the astonished and regretful gazes of the crowd, the seemingly ever-evolving world of ink-wash sword energy crumbled layer by layer and retreated steadily under the absolute power disparity, like a sandcastle being crushed by a giant steel wheel.

The mountains collapsed.

Rivers have dried up.

The ferocious beast howled and vanished.

The purplish-black sword light was unstoppable. Although it was constantly weakened, the destructive power it contained was too terrifying. In just three breaths, it tore through the last ink barrier. With its remaining momentum, it slashed fiercely at the exhausted Li Baitian.

Li Baitian roared, crossed his twin swords above his head, and unleashed his full magical power, creating layers upon layers of sword energy in front of him.

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The sword's edge slashed down.

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, the layers of sword energy were shattered in an instant.

The remaining 20% ​​of the sword's power slammed solidly into Li Baitian's crossed swords.

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Li Baitian was struck as if by lightning. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood that left a trail of crimson blood in the air before crashing heavily into the snow hundreds of feet away, carving a deep furrow.

He struggled to stand up, but spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the white snow in front of him red.

The tiger's mouth of his hands, which were gripping the sword, was split open and bleeding profusely, and the bones in his arms groaned as if they could not bear the weight.

His Purple Mansion trembled, his Dao Foundation was damaged, and his aura instantly weakened.

Even with his utmost effort, having reduced the power of his sword by eighty percent with his exquisite ink-wash sword domain, he was still severely injured by a single sword strike.

The Purple Palace and the True Lord are separated by a thin line, yet they are worlds apart.

Li Baitian leaned on his sword, breathing heavily, each breath carrying the stench of blood.

But his eyes shone with an alarming intensity as he stared intently at the dark figure in the air. His fighting spirit had not diminished; instead, it burned fiercely like a volcano that had been ignited.

"The first sword—" he rasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "I—took it."

Zuo Qingqiu's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of barely perceptible approval flashing across them.

To be able to withstand a casual sword strike from her and survive, this young man's swordsmanship talent is indeed among the best in the world.

She didn't speak, but raised the Purple Lightning Sword again.

The second sword strike is unleashed.

It was still a seemingly ordinary purplish-black sword beam that pierced the sky and slashed towards the swaying figure in green robes in the snow.

This time, Li Baitian did not use his ever-changing ink-wash sword energy to directly confront it.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his churning blood and excruciating pain, and plunged the Qingping and Taozhi swords in his hands into the snow in front of him.

"Domain, open."

With a low shout from the swordsman in green, a strange wave, a mixture of ink-wash mist and unparalleled sword intent, suddenly spread out from the spot where his two swords were inserted.

It is no longer just the outward manifestation of sword energy, but rather—a complete transformation of the world.

In an instant, the sky and earth within a thousand-foot radius around Li Baitian changed color.

The sky was no longer leaden gray, but transformed into a flowing, perfectly balanced ink-wash sky.

The earth was no longer snow-white, but rather stained with varying shades of ink.

The falling snowflakes turned into tiny, white ink droplets.

The crowds watching from afar, the mountains, and even the purple-black sword light in the sky, all seemed to be outlined by an invisible paintbrush in Li Baitian's ink painting realm, presenting a strange, two-dimensional "ink painting" texture.

Within this domain, Li Baitian is the ruler.

He can control every "brushstroke" in this ink-wash landscape and use it for his own purposes.

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