Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

The blood mist surged, transforming into hundreds of blood-red skulls the size of human heads, which roared as they pounced on the panicked and defenseless Qi Refining Foundation Establishment female disciples on White Wall Mountain.

The moment it touches flesh, a piercing, corrosive sound is heard.

These female cultivators didn't even have time to scream before their bodies melted away like wax, their flesh and bones shattered, and their essence and soul were forcibly extracted by the blood mist, turning into pure life force, which was then frantically absorbed by those skeletal phantoms.

In a matter of moments, they all turned into pools of blood and dirt, leaving no trace of their bodies.

After consuming the life force, it swept back with its abundant essence, blood, and soul, and was swallowed whole by the demon to replenish itself.

Zhuang Huayi watched helplessly as her disciples were easily devoured like ants, unable to offer any help. A surge of overwhelming hatred nearly overwhelmed her.

The black longsword in his hand trembled, its light surging, and he recklessly slashed at the head of the demonic shadow that was "feeding".

However, the sword light she unleashed with hatred was easily dispersed by the surging demonic energy surrounding the demonic figure before it even touched it.

He didn't even bother to glance at her, only greedily absorbing the torrent of blood mist that was swirling back.

After devouring a large number of cultivators' souls, the ferocious aura emanating from the six demons visibly intensified.

After beheading the demonic phantom with a single sword strike, Lu Jianghe scanned the direction of White Wall Mountain with his divine sense, and as he watched the women being refined, his brows furrowed in a rare manner.

Then, he gently tapped his brow with his left hand.

A soft hum seemed to come from the depths of his soul. A wisp of Yin spirit, condensed to the point of being tangible, instantly flew out from his crown chakra, manifesting in form, its aura identical to that of his original self.

The moment the Yin spirit appeared, it casually bound the void.

In an instant, the seawater and the sky were drawn together and condensed into a transparent longsword as clear as glass, with its sharp edge fully revealed.

There were two Lu Jianghes, one real and one illusory, both possessing equally powerful auras and soaring sword intent.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Let's kill this old bastard first.

Almost the instant the Yin God condensed the sword, both Lu Jianghes vanished from the spot.

There are no frills or embellishments; it's all straightforward and direct.

The deity wields a sword, striking with sweeping, powerful movements.

Each sword strike was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, tearing deep, bone-revealing wounds into the five enormous demonic figures.

Thick, inky demonic energy, like a river of blood bursting its banks, surged wildly from the hideous wound, exposed to the sharp sword light.

The Yin Spirit moved with the speed of a flash of light, weaving through the raging tide of demonic energy. Each flash was a precise slash.

In just one or two breaths, the sword light had flashed hundreds of times.

Each flash was accompanied by the annihilation of a wisp of demonic energy.

The two Lu Jianghes, one real and one feint, one focused on breaking through defenses and creating openings, while the other focused on strangling and annihilating the source, working together seamlessly.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint originally intended to use the absorption of a large amount of flesh and blood essence to continue the stalemate and maneuvering with Lu Jianghe.

However, the combined attack from the other side in that instant completely annihilated the demonic energy source that he had painstakingly refined to support the demonic shadow.

This is not a simple scattering, but a complete annihilation, a fundamental damage that cannot even be reassembled and requires a long time to reform.

"Damn it! How come they know the Daoist technique of One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones?!"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint roared inwardly, filled with shock and rage.

If his Six Extremes True Demon Art had not yet reached the pinnacle of perfection, he could have summoned a Holy Demon's fragmented thought to possess him, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator would not be unable to fight him.

Where on earth did this monster come from?!

Seeing Lu Jianghe's true form working seamlessly with the Yin God, his sword light crisscrossing, constantly tearing apart the demonic shadows and annihilating his own origin.

The demonic head on White Cliff Mountain suddenly turned towards Zhuang Huayi, its huge, blood-red six eyes flashing with a ruthless light.

He raised his hand and slammed it down, completely sealing off the space around Zhuang Huayi.

Faced with the Six Extreme True Demon manifested in the late Nascent Soul stage, this female cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage was like a trapped beast.

Her black hair danced wildly in the gale, and the ink-wash sword energy unleashed by the Phoenix Sword Technique in her hand could only leave shallow marks more than ten feet long on the surface of the demon's body.

To the nearly hundred-foot-tall demonic shadow, it was nothing more than a mosquito bite.

If it were Lu Jianghe, a casual sword strike would have been enough to cleave that arm in two.

Zhuang Huamei formed a sword incantation with both hands, and countless streams of ink-wash sword energy burst forth from her sleeves, instantly condensing into a magnificent torrent of sword energy hundreds of feet long.

The torrent did not surge haphazardly, but rather spun rapidly, transforming in an instant into a gigantic sword wheel.

The sword wheel hummed, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void, as it crushed towards the demon's arm.

The instant of collision.

The shattered scales, the dissipating demonic energy, and the scattered fragments of the dark sword light mixed together, like a rain of shattered glass that blotted out the sky.

The countless fragments reflected the light of heaven and the demonic energy, instantly creating a bizarre and magnificent scene that was almost eerie.

If this place weren't a critical moment of life-or-death struggle, this spectacular scene of shattering and scattering would be enough to dazzle and bewitch anyone.

This female sword cultivator, who was renowned among the early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea, managed to grind down only half of the opponent's palm, which was about the size of a small mountain, despite her best efforts.

As she made hand seals and wielded her sword, she was unable to turn around suddenly, nor did she have time to dodge. She had no choice but to take the vicious attack head-on.

Even if the palm is destroyed, it will be restored to its original state in an instant.

The palm was enormous, with five fingers like pillars and claws like hooks, and it fell down fiercely.

Zhuang Huayi's expression was solemn, and her sharp sword energy surged, transforming into layers of sword shadows and protective light as she desperately resisted.

The five palms quickly came together, squeezing and rubbing against her protective aura inch by inch, producing a series of piercing sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

Soon it started making a clicking sound.

The protective aura began to crumble inch by inch, revealing fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

Zhuang Huayi gave a muffled snort.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, winding its way down; the sight of his broken body was horrifying.

She almost instantly understood the Six Paths Demon's intentions.

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage from the man surnamed Lu, he actually wanted to capture her as a hostage.

This idea is utterly ridiculous.

The Six Paths Demon probably never dreamed that he would be forced to resort to such a trick.

A feeling of indescribable joy swept through Zhuang Huayi's heart.

Her encounter with that man surnamed Lu was merely a fleeting one.

No one who has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage is a fool.

If it were me, given the chance, I would be able to cut down such an opponent with my sword.

What does the life or death of a mere Nascent Soul female cultivator matter?

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

The fact that they've fought this far indicates that it's a fight to the death.

If she could truly exchange her life for the death of this old demon...

Even though the lineage of the White Cliff Mountain sect had been severed, Zhuang Huayi accepted it.

I am ashamed before the patriarchs of all generations; I will not be able to meet them in the Yellow Springs...

Even if she were to die, she would not want to dishonor White Cliff Mountain.

A resolute determination, as if determined to destroy everything, flashed in Zhuang Huayi's eyes.

The pure Phoenix Essence that she had painstakingly accumulated over the years was completely "ignited" by her without hesitation.

The originally dim and almost extinguished ink-colored sword light around him suddenly surged.

The light was dazzling, as if a dark, blazing sun had exploded around her.

The demon's pitch-black claws were showing signs of being stretched open.

However, in a fit of anger, he did get angry.

Zhuang Huayi immediately backed down...

How could someone at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm truly shake the fierce demon among the six demons?

"waste."

Without warning, a figure appeared above the demonic shadow, looking down at Zhuang Huayi below.

It was Lu Jianghe's Yin spirit.

His eyes were indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow, before he finally uttered two words.

Before he finished speaking, the Yin God had already raised his sword.

This action seemed to drain the light from the surrounding area for miles.

The world instantly lost its color.

All light, whether from the blazing sun or the afterglow of magic, was forcibly restrained and instantly converged into one.

Ultimately, all of it converged on the glass-like longsword formed from seawater and sky light in Lu Jianghe's Yin God's hand.

Then he said the second sentence.

"When you encounter a city, you must urge it to open up; when you encounter a mountain, you must open it up; and when you encounter a demon, you must slay it."

The Yin God had already swung his long sword down.

The ferocious demon, nearly a hundred feet tall and radiating overwhelming ferocity, had a body as hard as refined gold, yet it became as fragile as a glass mirror the instant it touched the sword's edge.

Where the sword light passed, the space was forcibly cleaved open, leaving a long, narrow, dark, and deep crack with constantly twisting and tearing edges.

At the edge of the crack, fragments of void peeled away and vanished like a shattered mirror.

The power of this sword strike, with its extreme sharpness and domineering force, has already torn apart the spatial barrier of this world.

The sword light penetrated the demon's head without any hindrance, splitting its entire demonic body, along with the wisp of the Six Paths Supreme Saint's soul essence contained within, in two from top to bottom.

A dazzling sword light pierced through the body, neatly slicing open the ferocious demon's massive form.

With its origin severed, the demonic shadow could no longer coalesce and reassemble. After struggling for only a moment, it collapsed and dissipated into the purest primordial demonic energy, vanishing into the turbulent flow of spiritual energy in the world.

At the same time, the Yin spirit that unleashed this sword strike, its solid form, was also blown away by the remaining force of the sword like light smoke, slowly becoming transparent and faint.

It turned back into the same form it had when it first appeared in the world.

The spatial rift slowly closed.

To unleash a sword strike far exceeding the power of a Golden Core cultivator naturally comes at a considerable price.

For the Six Paths Supreme Saint, the consequences of this sword strike were even more devastating.

The six demonic figures manifested by the Six Extremes True Demon Art each condensed his original demonic energy and essence from hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, and were the embodiment of his cultivation level.

One of them was completely destroyed by Lu Jianghe's Yin God sword.

This is tantamount to forcibly severing the foundation of his cultivation accumulated over nearly a century of arduous practice.

The loss of one of the six demonic figures not only caused a sharp drop in the power of his Six Extremes True Demon Technique, but also directly led to his aura falling from the peak of the Nascent Soul realm to the late Nascent Soul realm.

To reassemble that lost demon and restore its original essence is no easy task. It requires more than a hundred years of arduous cultivation and a large amount of resources to restore it to its former state.

After the sword strike.

The already ethereal Lu Jianghe Yin spirit nodded to itself.

It's as if he's explaining a very simple principle to Zhuang Huamei, a sword cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage.

See that? This is true swordsmanship.

(P.S.: I didn't intentionally stop here, but I'm just short on energy. Please understand, fellow Daoists...)

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