Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Dongfang Sixing pondered for a moment, then said coldly, "Hmph, I don't believe it. Who knows if you'll go back on your word?"

"You brat, don't be ungrateful!"

All that could be heard was Master Cen Yang's loud shout, followed by Dongfang Sixing's scream from inside.

"Don't think that just because I'm hoping you'll get the Foundation Establishment Pill, I won't touch you. If you piss me off, I'll kill you right now!" Daoist Cen Yang was clearly angry.

Dongfang Sixing remained motionless, only making muffled sounds, likely because Cen Yang had his throat gripped. After a brief struggle, Dongfang Sixing struck Cen Yang's chest hard with one hand.

With a loud bang, a sound of spiritual energy fluctuation was heard.

"You beast! How dare you fight back!" Immediately afterward, Cen Yang Daoist's angry voice came from inside. He was completely unprepared and did not expect Dongfang Sixing to dare to attack, resulting in a minor injury.

With a loud crash, wood chips flew everywhere.

Dongfang Sixing escaped his grasp, crashed through the door frame, and was about to flee.

"Hmph, trying to escape? Not so easy!" Master Cen Yang said coldly behind him, flicked his Taoist robe, and chased after him.

Before Dongfang Sixing could run three or five steps, he was struck down by a palm strike from a distance. Dongfang Sixing spat out a mouthful of blood. Turning around, he hurriedly shouted, "Don't come any closer! I'll report you to the sect's Grand Elder!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Cen Yang exuded a murderous aura and walked towards him step by step, continuously gathering magic in his hands to surround Dongfang Sixing.

Dongfang Sixing, having lost his temper, lay on the ground and backed away, shouting in fear, "What are you doing? Don't come any closer!"

"Expose me? You brat, you forced me to this! I told you, killing you is as easy as killing a dog!" Daoist Cen Yang said fiercely, "Since you're so determined to do this, I can't let you live!"

As he spoke, Daoist Cen Yang had already gathered spiritual power in his hands. One hand suddenly exerted force, pulling Dongfang Sixing into his palm, while the other hand pressed down on Dongfang Sixing's head, with streams of spiritual energy swirling in his palm.

Dongfang Sixing screamed in terror. If that palm, brimming with spiritual power, were to press down on him, his head would probably be smashed to pieces.

Just then, a bright light flashed, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a finger arrived rapidly, striking Daoist Cen Yang with a loud bang.

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Master Cen Yang's spiritual power was all in his palms, and he had no spiritual power to protect himself. In addition, the lightning was fast and urgent, so he could only avoid vital parts. He was hit by the sudden palm strike and was thrown several feet away as if he had been hit hard.

Xu Jingtian frowned. Although his cultivation was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, his realm was not high, and the power of his lightning control technique had not increased significantly. He aimed at Daoist Cen Yang's chest, choosing to strike at this critical moment, hoping to kill him with a single blow. Daoist Cen Yang's cultivation was profound; if he had a chance to counterattack, neither he nor Dongfang Sixing would survive.

Unexpectedly, they underestimated Daoist Cen Yang in the end, and he managed to evade their vital points. It will be difficult to find another opportunity to kill him.

"Xu Jingtian! What brings you here?" Dongfang Sixing was both surprised and delighted, never expecting him to appear at this critical moment.

"You go quickly, I'll hold him off!" Xu Jingtian shouted to him.

In the distance, Daoist Cen Yang slowly got up, a long streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth, revealing two rows of bright red teeth.

Daoist Cen Yang laughed loudly, "Hahaha, so you're Xu Jingtian! I never expected you to deliver yourself to my doorstep this time. It's truly heaven's help! Neither of you are leaving!"

As Master Cen Yang spoke, he revealed a flying sword in his hand. The sword was completely translucent and emitted a faint sound of clashing.

The sword was a fine sword, but when it reached the ears of Xu Jingtian and Dongfang Sixing, it greatly diminished their confidence and gave them a sense of helplessness.

Dongfang Sixing stood up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and shouted at Xu Jingtian with a terrified expression, "What are you standing there for? Run!"

As he spoke, he desperately tried to escape outside.

Xu Jingtian knew in his heart that he absolutely could not escape now. The flying sword was incredibly fast, and there was no way he could escape its attack range. Only by fighting desperately could he possibly have any hope of survival.

Seeing that Dongfang Sixing was trying to escape, Daoist Cenyang waved his hand, and his flying sword turned into a flash of light and stabbed towards Dongfang Sixing's back.

Xu Jingtian had witnessed the power of flying swords before. Dongfang Siyu had once killed a gray-robed disciple with a soft sword, the flying sword piercing through his back. Cen Yang Daoist's flying sword was even more powerful; if it had struck Dongfang Sixing, he would certainly be dead.

Just as the flying sword was about to pierce Dongfang Sixing, Xu Jingtian pulled a sharp blade from his robes, roared, and flung it towards Daoist Cen Yang. This move wouldn't save Dongfang Sixing, but it would force Daoist Cen Yang to change his tactics; that was his gamble.

Sure enough, Daoist Cen Yang laughed bitterly in anger and cursed, "You brat, you've got guts!" With a flick of his hand, the flying sword immediately changed direction and flew towards him, protecting his chest.

With a clang, the sharp blade struck the flying sword squarely. Then, with a snap, the blade emitted a blinding gleam, having cleanly severed the flying sword in two.

"What kind of sharp blade is this?" Daoist Cen Yang gasped in shock and hurriedly used his movement technique to dodge backward.

It's unbelievable that Master Cen Yang's flying sword, a top-grade magic weapon, was so easily cut in half by an inconspicuous blade.

But he had no time to think. The sharp blade, imbued with Xu Jingtian's spiritual power, hurtled towards him. Daoist Cen Yang hurriedly cast a spell to try and restrain the blade.

Xu Jingtian's cultivation level has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, which is almost the same as that of Daoist Cen Yang. In terms of spiritual power, Xu Jingtian's spiritual power far exceeds that of ordinary disciples, and is even several times that of Daoist Cen Yang. However, his level of using magic is still too low, and he cannot unleash its true power.

Although the sharp blade that Xu Jingtian threw out seemed to be very powerful, it was blocked by the magic cast by Daoist Cen Yang and kept in mid-air.

Under the constant control of their spiritual power, the blades emitted a series of sounds and trembled slightly in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.

Daoist Cen Yang was astonished to find that Xu Jingtian's spiritual power was so profound that he could fight him to a standstill. He pointed at Xu Jingtian and exclaimed, "You...you, your cultivation is more than just the second level of Qi Refining!"

"Who told you I'm at the second level of Qi Refining?" Xu Jingtian felt a weight lifted from his heart as he saw that the blade had been effective.

At this moment, Dongfang Sixing, who had only taken a few steps, also heard the commotion and looked over.

"Sixing, come help!" Xu Jingtian shouted to him without even turning around.

Master Cen Yang's face showed fear, and he shouted loudly, "How dare you!" As he spoke, spiritual power continued to gather in his hand, and he actually controlled the sharp blade to begin to retreat.

Xu Jingtian couldn't help but put in more effort, constantly channeling his spiritual energy into his palm to control the blade as it continued to move forward.

However, his cultivation level was still much lower than that of Daoist Cen Yang. He was using the most basic teleportation technique, which had a very low efficiency in converting and outputting spiritual energy. Daoist Cen Yang, on the other hand, was using the Five Elements Technique, which was much more advanced than his spell. With one being lower and the other higher, the sharp blade still slowly moved towards Xu Jingtian.

"Hahaha, neither of you will escape today!" Master Cen Yang couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.