Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Chapter 199 Great Battle

Wen Shuyi looked at Mo Xun and said calmly, "Sect Leader, it's gotten to this point, and you're still saying such hypocritical things. It makes me feel disgusted."

"Unrepentant and beyond redemption."

Mo Xun's face was expressionless, and his voice was devoid of any emotion.

As he spoke, he slowly stood up.

His gold-embroidered red robe gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight, exuding nobility and solemnity. Several unicorn beasts roared in unison, their deep roars echoing through the valley like muffled thunder.

He held the scepter and raised it upwards.

In an instant, a golden light burst forth from the top of the staff, like a blazing sun suddenly rising into the sky. It then froze, and the dazzling light spread out in all directions from the center of that golden light.

As the golden light passed, the pebbles on the ground bounced up an inch, dust flew up, and the air seemed to become thick and heavy at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins within a radius of several miles was suddenly activated, like a long-dormant beast being awakened, surging up from the depths of the earth.

Spiritual energy flowed and traversed beneath the earth, cracking the ground and withering the vegetation in its wake, with pale golden mist rising from the fissures. This mist rose and gathered, weaving together a semi-transparent golden curtain of light beneath the sky, enveloping the entire valley.

At this moment, space seemed to be stripped away.

This valley is divided into two worlds.

The sunlight, the sound of the wind, and the outline of the distant mountains outside all became blurred and distant under the cover of that golden light curtain, leaving only this valley enveloped by the earth's spiritual energy, like an independent little world.

Immediately, Wen Shuyi formed a hand seal, and a pale blue stream gathered at her fingertips, preparing to activate the talisman and make a defensive move.

But at that moment, Gu Guanqi spoke up: "Shuyi, step back and protect your family and Su Shan Liuzi, so as not to distract me."

Wen Shuyi paused, looked at Gu Guanqi, and hesitated: "Guanqi, these people are all very strong—"

"You can cover for me."

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Gu Guanqi's tone was very calm, without any extra emotion.

Wen Shuyi looked at Gu Guanqi and saw that there was not a ripple in Gu Guanqi's calm and still eyes.

She immediately stopped talking, nodded slightly, stepped back, landed at the front of the group, waved her hand slightly, and the six Su Shan brothers and the Wen family members all retreated.

Wen Shuyi retreated while keeping her hands slightly open at her sides, holding several talismans between her fingertips, her gaze still fixed on the white-clad figure in the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, Qingyang Sanren stepped forward, bowed to Gu Guanqi, and said in a gentle yet somewhat indifferent tone, "Alliance Leader Gu is indeed highly skilled and daring. Then let us, master and disciples, take the lead!"

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The moment he finished speaking, the long sword on his back was drawn with a clang.

The sword was entirely dark, with a faint bluish-gray sheen flowing across its blade, like a wisp of mountain wind solidified into reality. The sword twirled twice in the air, its tip pointing forward, and flew rapidly towards Gu Guanqi.

Immediately afterward, the two disciples behind him also made their move. Two longswords sprang from their sheaths, one to the left and one to the right, drawing two bluish-gray arcs in the air, closely following Qingyang Sanren's sword. The three swords advanced together, like three dragons chasing the wind and clouds.

Three longswords darted through the air, the distance between their blades shrinking as the azure light on them intensified, intertwining, merging, and entwining to transform into a gigantic sword of light.

The giant sword was over ten feet long, its entire body solid and tangible, with fine patterns flowing along its blade. It carried an imposing, mountain-like aura as it cleaved down towards Gu Guanqi.

Wherever the giant sword passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, and the pebbles on the ground were swept up by the sword wind and crushed into dust in mid-air.

Just as the giant sword was about to touch Gu Guanqi's head, Gu Guanqi gently raised his hand.

The movement was extremely light, as if it were merely a casual brushing away of a fallen leaf.

But the moment he waved his hand, the giant sword formed by the fusion of the three swords seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. The sword suddenly stopped and emitted a low and sharp hum.

The next instant, the greatsword began to disintegrate from the center.

First, fine cracks appeared at the tip of the sword, spreading like a spider web across the blade, gradually increasing in density and speed, covering the entire blade in the blink of an eye. The azure light flowing across the sword flickered violently a few times before shattering with a deafening roar.

Three longswords separated from the shattered light and shadow, flying backward at an even faster speed than when they came, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and shooting straight towards Qingyang Sanren and his two disciples.

Qingyang Sanren's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the longsword that was shooting back. The blade grazed his shoulder, slicing off a piece of his clothing, and embedded itself in the mountain wall several feet behind him. The blade was more than halfway into the stone wall, and the hilt vibrated with a hum.

The two disciples behind him reacted a little slower. The one on the left had his arm grazed by the flying sword, and his sleeve was instantly torn open, with blood seeping out. The one on the right also barely avoided a fatal blow, but he staggered back two steps, his feet slipping on the gravel, and he almost fell over.

The three steadied themselves, exchanged glances, and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

And at this time—

Gu Guanqi had already started walking forward.

His pace was unhurried, as if he were strolling leisurely. His white robes fluttered slightly in the afternoon sunlight as he walked step by step into the depths of the valley.

The three disciples of Qingyang Sanren exchanged a glance, and at the same time, they moved swiftly, each retrieving their longswords that had flown back. With a flash of sword light, the three figures split into three directions and simultaneously rushed towards Gu Guanqi.

Three swords arrive simultaneously.

The first sword thrust from the left front, its tip gleaming with a cold, bluish-gray light, aiming straight for Gu Guanqi's throat; the second sword slashed upwards from the right rear, aiming for his waist and ribs; the third sword cleaved down from above, its blade aimed directly at his shoulder and neck.

Three sword lights, three directions, three deadly intents.

But just as their sword tips were about to touch within three feet of Gu Guanqi's body, a layer of semi-transparent, shimmering white aura suddenly appeared around Gu Guanqi's body.

The aura was so solid that it was almost tangible, with fine light patterns flowing across its surface, like an invisible wall that blocked the three longswords at the same time.

"Ding—ding—ding—"

Three clear, metallic clangs rang out almost simultaneously, sparks shooting between the sword tip and the qi, before being extinguished.

The three men felt an overwhelming force of recoil surge through the swords. The force was so strong that their entire arms went numb instantly, their hands trembled violently, and the three longswords almost flew out of their hands.

The next instant, a powerful wave of energy suddenly erupted from Gu Guanqi's body, like an invisible giant wave, sweeping towards the three of them.

Before the three could even react, they were all sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hammer, tumbling twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground more than ten feet away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qingyang Sanren was the first to struggle to stand up, but as soon as his hand was halfway up, a sharp pain came from his internal organs, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red.

His two disciples were in even worse condition. One was lying in the rubble and couldn't get up for a while, while the other, though he managed to prop himself up on one side, was also trembling all over and pale-faced.

But the next moment, just as Gu Guanqi took his second step, three bursts of energy attacked the three of them. The three of them widened their eyes, having no time to react.

But at that moment, Mo Xun slightly moved his scepter.

Several powerful golden rays suddenly condensed from the void into three unique qi walls, steadily protecting Qingyang Sanren and his two disciples.

The air wall was like a golden curtain descending from the sky, thick and solid, with fine sun-like patterns flowing across its surface, like the afterglow of the sun falling to earth.

Gu Guanqi ignored him and continued walking.

At the mouth of the canyon, Abbot Jiechi of Jingye Temple looked around and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, Alliance Leader Gu's martial arts are unparalleled. We cannot shake him in the slightest in a one-on-one fight. Let's attack together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven monks behind him simultaneously put their hands together, closed their eyes slightly, and moved their lips, emitting a deep and long chanting sound.

The chanting was like the lingering echo of a morning bell; within a few breaths, it rapidly amplified, overlapped, and resonated, transforming into an overwhelming wave of sound.

The sound waves condensed in mid-air and then materialized, transforming into phantom images of Vajra Buddhas, their bodies radiating golden light.

The Buddhas, each over ten feet tall, were entirely dark gold, wielding giant hammers or vajras. Their faces were either angry or solemn, and they surrounded Gu Guanqi from all directions with an overwhelming momentum. The giant hammers and vajras slammed down simultaneously, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, attacking Gu Guanqi.

Gu Guanqi remained expressionless and continued walking, his pace unchanged.

As he took a step forward, those Buddha phantoms shattered and vanished instantly, as if they had never existed, leaving only the surging air currents still churning.

Just as the air rippled, Abbot Jiechi appeared in front of Gu Guanqi. He suddenly clasped his hands together, and his internal energy surged violently, like a long-dormant volcano being ignited in an instant. The powerful Buddhist internal energy flowed into his palms through his arms.

He thrust out both palms with a sudden burst of energy, unleashing the Jingye Temple's signature technique—the One-Slap Two-Scatter Palm.

When that palm strike was launched, the air suddenly surged, and two golden palm prints, each over ten feet wide, condensed and took shape in mid-air.

The palm print was covered with intricate Sanskrit patterns, as if countless scriptures were floating in the golden light, carrying an overwhelming force as it slammed down towards Gu Guanqi. Wherever the palm wind passed, the pebbles on the ground were swirled up, only to be crushed into dust in mid-air, and even the air itself was compressed into a low hum.

At the same instant, Jiang Yuanzhi, the leader of the Golden Crown Gang, also attacked from the other side.

The cyan, blunt heavy sword in his hand hummed, its blade whistling as it rubbed against the air. He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down with a sudden, powerful blow, like a river surging backward or a mountain collapsing, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable force as it crashed straight down on Gu Guanqi's head.

At the same time, Jian Hongye, the leader of the Red Leaf Gang, and her four protectors also attacked simultaneously. Five figures split into five directions, their swords flashing and flashing, forming an impenetrable killing net, attacking from above, below, left, right, front, and back at the same time.

Jian Hongye swung her double hammers down in a circular motion, the hammers carrying a sharp gust of wind, like two small mountains falling at the same time.

Qingyang Sanren suppressed the surging blood and qi in his internal organs, clapped his hands together, and three longswords flew out again. This time, the three swords were aligned in a line, end to end, condensing into a dazzling blue light, like a blue dragon, silently stabbing from behind Gu Guanqi.

The attacks of four grandmasters, plus several martial arts experts, arrived simultaneously.

Just as all the weapons were about to touch Gu Guanqi, they seemed to be embedded in an invisible wall at the same time.

Abbot Jiechi's golden palm print hovered three inches above Gu Guanqi's head. The Sanskrit patterns on the surface of the palm print were still slowly flowing, but the powerful palm force could no longer be pressed down even a fraction.

Jiang Yuanzhi's heavy sword stopped at Gu Guanqi's shoulder. The heavy aura flowing on the sword was like a frozen river, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Jian Hongye's twin hammers hovered at Gu Guanqi's waist, and streaks of rapidly disintegrating energy appeared on the hammer surfaces.

The three swords of Qingyang Sanren stopped half a foot behind Gu Guanqi's heart. The blue light at the tip of the sword flashed intensely, but it could not be pushed forward even half an inch.

All attacks were frozen in place by an invisible force three feet away from Gu Guanqi.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

As he took that step, the air around him suddenly rippled. A visible, transparent wave of air suddenly spread out from him, like ripples spreading on the surface of water after a pebble has been thrown in, but a million times more violent.

Wherever that shockwave passed, all attacks simultaneously crumbled.

A crack appeared in the center of the golden palm print, which then shattered with a bang, dissipating into countless golden fragments of light. The cyan heavy sword was knocked out of his hand, twirled twice in the air, and then embedded itself diagonally into the ground several feet away. Jian Hongren, his hammer slipped from his grasp, and he and his four guardians were all sent flying, falling like kites with broken strings.

The three members of the Qingyang Sanren group were struck head-on by the shockwave, their figures flying backward and spitting out blood. When Qingyang Sanren crashed to the ground, the longsword that had been with him for decades was broken into three pieces, scattered among the rubble.

Abbot Jiechi crossed his hands in front of him to block, but was still pushed back eight steps by the shockwave, each step leaving a deep imprint on the ground. When he regained his footing, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't have time to catch his breath.

The next moment, countless black silk threads surged forth from Gu Guanqi's palm.

The silk threads, as fine as hair, moved and intertwined rapidly in the air like living things, like a black torrent bursting forth and shooting out in all directions at the same time.

Abbot Jiechi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he slapped his palm repeatedly, unleashing golden palm prints in an attempt to block the overwhelming silkworm silk.

But the silk threads were as agile as swimming fish, weaving through the gaps in the golden palm and instantly wrapping around his arm. He tried to break free with all his might, but the silk threads didn't budge; instead, they quickly climbed upwards along his arm.

Qingyang Sanren's situation was even more dire.

He no longer had his longsword, so he could only channel his Daoist inner energy to form a thin layer of protective qi around himself. But the moment the silkworm threads touched the qi, they were like sharp blades cutting into a thin layer, easily piercing through and wrapping around his shoulders and ribs. He groaned, and his body stiffened abruptly.

Jiang Yuanzhi had already dropped his heavy sword, and now he could only swing his fists, the wind whistling as he smashed them against the coiling silk threads. But the silk threads rapidly changed direction in mid-air, dodging his punches, and instantly wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He struggled desperately, but the silk threads tightened their grip.

Jian Hongren and the four guardians were also trapped by the silkworm threads. Although they tried their best to swing their remaining weapons to slash, they only left a trail of sparks on the silkworm threads.

Just then, the gilded scepter in Mo Xun's hand suddenly stopped, and the bottom of the scepter struck the ground with a dull thud.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins surged violently, as if stirred by an invisible hand. Streams of golden energy descended from the sky, transforming into dozens of solidified light screens that fell simultaneously from all directions, severing all the black silk threads that were spreading across the sky and blocking them from the outside.

The light curtain was as thick as a city wall, with fine patterns flowing across its surface, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

The silkworm threads struck the light screen, emitting a series of dense hissing sounds, but could not advance even an inch further.

"charge!"

At that moment, a knight in red suddenly drew his sword, his voice like thunder.

Before the words were even finished, the dozens of heavily armored knights in red robes charged out on horseback at the same time.

The horses' hooves thundered on the dirt road, like a surging, iron-colored tide. Their long swords, drawn from their sheaths and gleaming coldly in the sunlight, formed a wedge formation and charged straight at Gu Guanqi.

The thunderous clang of hooves, the billowing dust, and the earth trembled.

Gu Guanqi stood before the churning dust and torrent of iron, his expression remaining calm and undisturbed.

He slightly raised his eyes, then drew his sword.

The moment the Autumn Water Sword was drawn, an extremely clear and melodious sword cry pierced the sky. That cry, though cold and clear, penetrated even the sound of horses' hooves...

The sounds of swords clashing and wind howling seemed to leave only the cry of a sword echoing through the world.

Then, he swung his sword.

As the sword fell, sword energy also poured out from the tip of the sword. At first, it was just a thin line of silver light, as fine as a hair, but it began to expand rapidly the moment it left the tip of the sword. It expanded rapidly in the air, like an inverted Milky Way hanging down from the sky.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn into a visible white slit, the pebbles on the ground were swept up and crushed, and the dust turned into countless tiny specks of light under the illumination of the sword light.

The sword energy, like a river bursting its banks, carried an overwhelming force, instantly breaking through the golden barrier formed by Mo Xun drawing upon the power of the earth's veins.

Then, the sword energy slashed head-on at the charging iron cavalry.

The riders at the forefront didn't even have time to react. Sword energy swept across their bodies, tearing through their armor as if it were thin as silk. Man and horse were cleaved in two in an instant, and blood turned into a dark red mist in mid-air.

Next came the second and third rows. The sword energy, like a giant silver dragon, swept across the cavalry formation. Wherever it passed, armor shattered, warhorses neighed, and figures flew about.

In the blink of an eye, all the dozens of heavily armored knights in red robes had fallen. Blood stained the dirt road with dark red stains, broken weapons and shattered armor were scattered all over the ground, and the neighing of horses and the screams of men intertwined into a tragic cacophony, which gradually subsided over the next few breaths.

Not a single horse remained standing, and not a single person could get up.

As the golden barrier shattered, the severed silk threads shot out once more.

Qingyang Sanren, Abbot Jiechi, Jiang Yuanzhi, Jian Hongren, and the four guardians were simultaneously entangled in silkworm silk. The fine black threads, as thin as hair, pierced through their robes, seeped into their flesh, and wrapped around their meridians. Almost at the same time, they let out a suppressed groan and then instantly died.

Only Qingyang Sanren and Jiechi managed to suppress the toxicity of the Heavenly Silkworm Demon Silk with their profound internal strength, and then quickly broke free from the entanglement.

But after running only two steps, Qingyang Sanren's knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground. He braced himself with his right hand on the ground, while his left hand covered the bloody gash on his chest, pierced by silkworm threads, his breathing rapid and disordered.

Abbot Jiechi was in no better shape; his face was ashen, and he barely managed to stay upright by leaning against a broken stone wall behind him. However, the golden Buddhist aura he possessed had been completely shattered, and his robe was covered in holes and bloodstains.

Jiang Yuanzhi lay among the rubble, his heavy blue sword rolling to the side, the blade still bearing the fine scratches left by the silkworm silk. He was lifeless. Jian Hongren and her four guardians also lay sprawled on the ground, completely lifeless.

Qingyang Sanren coughed up blood, looked at Mo Xun, and shouted, "Sect Leader—we did our best!"

"I saw it."

Mo Xun slowly floated down from the carriage.

He landed without a sound, his crimson robe gleaming brightly in the afternoon sun. The gilded scepter in his hand tilted slightly, the crimson crystal at its tip shimmering with a dark and profound light in the sunlight.

He took a step forward.

As it landed, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins within a radius of several feet surged violently. The scattered fragments of silkworm silk were crushed by an invisible force, turning into fine black powder that was swept away by the wind.

"The temple will remember your contributions."

Mo Xun's voice remained perfectly calm, devoid of any emotion, as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Gu Guanqi.

"Now, I will kill him."

Before he finished speaking, layers of golden light emanated from Mo Xun's body.

That was not an ordinary release of true energy, but a ray of sunlight, as if it were seeping out from his body.

In the next instant, he transformed into a golden streak of light, rising from the ground and soaring into the sky. His figure became blurred and dazzling in the sunlight, as if he had merged with the blazing sun overhead.

He stood in mid-air, looking down at Gu Guanqi, his voice loud and ethereal, carrying supreme authority: "Gu Guanqi, I have seen through your realm. But have you ever heard of the realm of a demigod?"

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His voice echoed in the air, spreading like the tolling of a bell, causing the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon to tremble slightly.

Gu Guanqi slightly raised his head, and an extremely profound aura emanated from above and below him, transforming into a strange lotus flower.

The lotus flower was entirely purple-gold in color, exuding a demonic aura. Its petals were layered upon each other, with subtle, flowing patterns. Yet, the lotus platform was also radiated with a warm, holy glow, and deep within that glow, there was a faint, elusive aura of darkness.

He floated up and stood on the lotus flower, his long robe fluttering slightly in the wind, ethereal and otherworldly, carrying an indescribable and profound meaning, the will of communion between heaven and man, the Daoist charm of the unity of heaven and man.

Mo Xun looked at Gu Guanqi, a strange glint flashing in his eyes, and sneered, "Cultivating both Buddhism and the Demonic Path, interesting. However, it's just a minor path in the mortal world."

Immediately, he raised his scepter high and chanted, "This disciple will now unleash the Sun God's magic. I beseech the Sun God to grant me divine power to purify this filthy world and this defiled person before me."

In an instant, the blood-red crystal at the top of the staff lit up, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The golden light expanded in all directions at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, as if a small sun had been born in his hand. The light grew brighter and brighter, enveloping the entire canyon in a pure and blazing golden glow.

Mo Xun stood in the center of the sea of ​​light, his whole body bathed in golden light, making his figure appear exceptionally majestic.

But his body hadn't changed, yet he just seemed inexplicably tall.

At that moment, everyone present looked at him and felt an involuntary sense of humility, as if they dared not look him in the eye. It was as if he were a deity who shared the same origin as the sunlight and was one with its radiance.

He swiftly brought down the scepter in his hand.

The golden light, condensed to its zenith, suddenly descended, as if the sky had cracked open and the sun had fallen. The golden pillar of light, carrying terrifying heat and brightness, scorched and distorted the air wherever it passed.

That golden radiance was so intensely bright that it seemed to be formed from all the light in the world.

At that moment, Prince Su Shan, Qingyang Sanren, and others all felt a stinging pain in their eyes, and some even had their eyes bleed from the stimulation.

Fortunately, the Wen family members were hiding in the carriage and did not witness this scene; otherwise, they would have been seriously injured, since most of the Wen family members did not know martial arts.

In that instant, the golden beam of light, like a divine punishment descending from the sky, pressed down on Gu Guanqi, who was standing in mid-air.

Gu Guanqi stood atop the lotus, his face calm and undisturbed. The golden light reflected in his pupils, yet he remained unmoved.

In that instant, he raised the Autumn Water Sword.

The sword emitted a very faint and delicate ringing sound in his palm, as if some profound law between heaven and earth was resonating.

A sword can separate two worlds!

A crimson sword light condensed from the tip of the sword, and then the sword was thrust out.

At that moment, this sword strike was a transcendent strike that he unleashed after shattering the Vow of Emptiness.

This sword strike integrated the profound principles of heaven and earth that he had comprehended, condensing all the true meanings into a single point at the tip of the sword, transforming it into a pure and supremely beautiful sword light.

A crimson sword light pierced through the air.

It was so fine that it was almost tangible, compressing the endless Mother Vast Sword Qi into an extremely thin beam of light.

Wherever it passed, the air remained perfectly still, and even the sound of the wind seemed to fall silent in its presence.

This sword strike seemed to transcend the limitations of space and the constraints of time.

The crimson sword light met the power of the sun god.

Two completely opposite forces collided suddenly in mid-air.

The moment the golden light clashed with the crimson sword light, the world seemed to freeze for a split second. There was no earth-shattering roar; it was like an ordinary winter morning, the sun rising, its rays melting the thin frost and nourishing everything silently.

But in that instant, the next moment, an extremely dazzling light exploded at the point of collision, illuminating the entire canyon as bright as day.

Within the light, golden and crimson intertwined, entangled, devoured, and dissipated, transforming into countless fragments of light scattered across the sky.

The shards of light fell to the ground, leaving dense scorch marks on the bluestone; they fell into the mountainside, cutting crisscrossing fissures into the rock layers.

The dazzling luster had not yet dissipated.

A wisp of residual solar power had pierced through the shattered light barrier and appeared silently in front of Gu Guanqi.

That golden light was extremely thin and fine, yet it carried the same aura as the Sun God's power from before; it was the residual power that had penetrated the blood-red sword light's blockade.

Gu Guanqi remained expressionless, extending his left hand with his fingers slightly spread. A flash of purplish-gold light appeared in his palm as he gently clenched his fist to meet the remaining power of the Sun God. The golden light vanished completely in his palm, like a candle flame being crushed.

Almost simultaneously, another remaining streak of crimson sword light pierced through from behind the shattered golden light curtain, striking precisely at Mo Xun's chest.

Mo Xun held his scepter horizontally in front of him, and the sun wheel pattern flowing on the scepter suddenly lit up, condensing into a thin golden light shield in front of him.

The crimson sword light struck the light shield with a dull thud. A ring of fine cracks appeared on the surface of the shield, but it did not shatter. The crimson sword light dissipated rapidly upon contact with the light shield, leaving only a fleeting wisp of intense red light in the air.

Between heaven and earth, the ultimate light gradually faded away.

The two stood in mid-air, facing each other from a distance.

The light in the mountains has returned to normal.

The gravel and dust on the ground slowly settled, leaving only the lingering embers of high temperature in the air.

Mo Xun, wielding a scepter and radiating golden light, looked at Gu Guanqi with a scrutinizing gaze and slowly spoke: "Gu Guanqi, you are quite remarkable. With your talent, if you are willing to join my temple, I will grant you the position of vice sect leader. Throughout the temple, everyone except me will be above you."

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He paused, then raised his scepter, its tip pointing to the clear blue sky above: "In ten years at most, I will ascend to serve the Sun God. At that time, you will be the head of the temple. Whether you wish to unify the martial world or establish your own sect, the power of the temple will be at your disposal. What do you think?"

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Gu Guanqi smiled slightly and said, "It seems you're scared!"

Mo Xun sighed softly and said, "I value talent, and your achievements should have been great. It's a pity you died here today. But since you insist on being ungrateful, then I have no choice but to punish you for the sake of world peace!"

With that, he forcefully threw the scepter into the sky, opened his hands, and said, "May the sun live forever, may the light endure forever! May the gods bestow light upon me and help me dispel the darkness on earth!"

The moment the words fell, the earth's energy surged and churned, and the scepter froze in the air. Suddenly, a giant array plate appeared in the air, spinning rapidly and swirling with dazzling golden light.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous stream of brilliant golden light poured out from the array plate, transforming into a thick golden beam that precisely poured into Mo Xun's limbs and bones.

His clothes moved without wind, his skin was surrounded by flowing golden light, and subtle rumbling emanated from deep within his bones. He was completely enveloped by the power of the Mother Light.

In the next instant, Mo Xun took a step forward and was in front of Gu Guanqi in the blink of an eye. Then, he pointed out with a finger, the wind of his finger was as strong as the sea, the weight of his finger was as heavy as a mountain, and the power of his finger was as divine.

With this finger, golden light shone forth, and darkness dissipated.

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