Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Ten Directions Fiend Sword, Unifying Form, Condensing Point and Rapid Break!"

As Ye Mo's cold voice fell, the ten ancient swords faintly emitted a devilish howl. The ten sword bodies instantly merged and condensed into a thick, ancient heavy sword. Ghostly and evil energy swirled around the sword's edge, and the sword's rotation speed suddenly increased several hundred times.

At this moment, several cracks appeared on the pale yellow light screen!

The powerful gale emanating from the ancient sword forced Zhang Yuan back dozens of steps before he regained his footing. A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Big brother, can you still hold on?" Zhang Jin was also forced back by the gale, but since he was not in the center of the impact, he was naturally less injured.

"Brother, are you really alright?" Zhang Jin asked, his brows furrowing as he watched Zhang Yuan's face gradually turn pale.

He hadn't seen Zhang Yuan in such a disheveled state in a long time. The woman was clearly also at the Condensation Realm, but the power generated by the ancient sword she wielded seemed to have exceeded their expectations.

Zhang Yuan's gaze darkened, and he raised his left palm to support the defensive light barrier. The barrier instantly became much more solid, and the spread of cracks stopped immediately. He chuckled and said, "Second brother, what's the rush? Have you noticed that although this woman's ancient sword is powerful, it also consumes a tremendous amount of her spiritual energy?"

As he spoke, Zhang Jin turned his gaze to Ye Mo. Sure enough, her figure was swaying slightly, and she was supporting the ancient sword with her right arm. The solemn emotion on her jade-like face became more and more obvious.

"Big brother, so if we just wear her down, we can have her without lifting a finger, right?"

Zhang Jin narrowed his eyes, and a wicked smile slowly formed at the corners of his mouth.

"Possess? Heh, it seems you know how to use words, second brother."

Zhang Yuan naturally agreed with Zhang Jin's idea. Subduing the woman when she was exhausted would save a lot of effort. Moreover, he was confident that he could block the ancient sword until he wore her down to death!

In the distance, Jiang Yueming saw that the two sides were locked in a stalemate. He was about to step forward to break the deadlock when Fu Dongliu's exclamation suddenly rang in his mind.

"Wow, this Ye Mo is amazing!"

"This is incredible? What do you mean?" Jiang Yueming muttered to himself.

"Silly boy, do you even know what level of spiritual art the Ten Directions Fiend Sword in her hand is?"

Jiang Yueming turned his head and examined the ancient sword shrouded in black mist. His brow furrowed slightly as he said, "Judging by its power, it should be a mid-grade Xuan-level sword."

The spiritual arts of heaven and earth are divided into six levels, from lowest to highest: Xuan level, Di level, Tian level, Sheng level, Shen level, and Xian arts.

The fourth level of the Holy Heaven and Earth Profound Realm is further divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. The power and consumption of spiritual energy are naturally different between the different grades.

Based on the highest-level spiritual techniques that a cultivator in the Condensation Realm could possess, and judging from Ye Mo's current state of consuming spiritual energy, Jiang Yueming initially estimated that the ancient sword was a mid-grade Profound rank.

"Mysterious rank? And mid-grade?" Fu Dongliu smiled slightly upon hearing Jiang Yueming's reply.

Jiang Yueming realized she might have given the wrong answer, and with a slight smirk, asked, "Then what grade of spiritual art did she use?"

"Heh, think carefully about what rank of spiritual technique can have so many variations?"

"Could it be a divine-level spiritual technique!" Jiang Yueming replied without hesitation.

In his understanding, only divine-level spiritual arts and immortal arts could be versatile in one move, but immortal arts were so rare that they were hard to come by, and the chances of Ye Mo obtaining one were slim.

Furthermore, those legendary immortal techniques possess the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and the might to cover the sun and swallow the moon. With Ye Mo's current strength, it is clearly impossible for that.

The only possibility is that she possesses a divine-level spiritual technique, but if she really does, then I can abandon my initial idea of ​​going up to help.

With her divine-level spiritual techniques, Ye Mo could easily defeat two Qi Condensation Realm cultivators.

Even if she's not in the best condition right now, she has god-level spiritual arts, and who knows what other trump cards she might be hiding.

"Hehe, looks like I won't have a chance to show off," Jiang Yueming said softly, touching his nose as he continued watching the game.

"Hey, what are you saying? Are you just going to stand by and watch her die?"

"Death?" Jiang Yueming immediately caught the key word and asked, "Xiao Dongliu, she has god-level spiritual arts, are you sure it won't be those two men who die later?"

"Foolish, did I say it was a divine-level spiritual technique?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's face darkened, but the next moment she seemed startled and exclaimed, "Her...the ancient sword in her hand...could it be some kind of magical artifact?!"

Since Fu Dongliu denied his previous idea, only one possibility remained, a possibility that would shake the heavens and earth…

"Yes, her Ten Directions Fiend Sword is a divine technique that will forever remain only recorded in ancient texts!"

"However, her cultivation level is only at the Condensation Realm, and the power of her immortal techniques is at most at the Primordial Realm level. But immortal techniques consume a great deal of spiritual energy, and she can't hold on much longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yueming looked at Ye Mo. Her struggling face was reflected in the depths of his eyes, and his heart trembled as if a drum had been struck.

Ye Mo was focused on controlling the ancient sword and didn't notice the worried gazes from afar. She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "This damned light barrier is a bit troublesome, but it's not unbreakable."

"But if I go all out, Zhang Taidao might be affected and his injuries might worsen. However, I'm already exhausted and probably won't last much longer. I need to come up with a foolproof plan as soon as possible."

Zhang Yuan, who was on the other side, noticed Ye Mo's clenched teeth and chuckled, "Little girl, listen to my advice and get out of the way. You'll lose badly if you keep going like this."

He could sense Ye Mo's current predicament and didn't want to push her too hard, in case something happened to her.

"Exactly, exactly!" Zhang Jin reached into his quiver, drew an arrow, threaded it onto the silver bowstring, and aimed the arrowhead at Ye Mo's calf. He then chuckled, "But I don't have time to waste here with you. I'm going to subdue you right now!"

Ye Mo's beautiful eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light, but her red lips couldn't help but curve into a smile, a stark contrast to her previous serious expression: "I advise you not to lay a hand on me, or you'll be heading straight to hell."

"Hmph, what a joke! You're completely helpless now, but I'd like to see who dares to kill me!" With that, Zhang Jin drew the bowstring taut, swung his right arm back in an arc, and aimed his sharp eyes at Ye Mo's leg.

Whoosh!

The silver bowstring snapped back, and the arrow shot out, tearing through the void. Almost the instant the arrow was released, a black shadow silently flashed behind Zhang Jin. A flash of cold light appeared, and a smear of blood splattered in mid-air. A faint, muffled mournful sound could be heard.

The arrow flew past Ye Mo's skirt several feet away without any resistance. Zhang Yuan frowned slightly upon seeing this, a chill running down his spine. He was about to turn around and say, "Hey, Second Brother, why are you back..."

"what!"

Before Zhang Yuan could turn his head to look back, a white dagger suddenly pierced through his chest and heart. A flower of blood slowly bloomed on his clothes. After a scream, his vision went black and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Seeing this, Ye Mo withdrew her small hand, and the ancient sword instantly dissipated. Her bright, clear eyes were fixed on Jiang Yueming, who was wiping the blood off his dagger. He suddenly looked up and met her gaze, saying, "You really have a big heart. You said things like 'If you lay a hand on me, you'll go to hell right away.'"

"If I had been a few seconds later, would you still want your leg?"

Ye Mo tilted her head, looking at Zhang Jin's corpse, whose throat had been slit by Jiang Yueming, and smiled, her bright eyes curving into a beautiful full moon: "Hehe, if you had dared to be a few seconds later, you would have been destined to be single for the rest of your life."