Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

The crimson glow of Dongfang Bubai spread in all directions, obscuring the sky and the sun;

Bai Li's sword energy condensed, and silver light gathered—do you believe in light?

In an instant, the crimson clouds in the sky transformed into thirty red threads, which were more condensed and more powerful than the previous three hundred energy needles, like thirty sword blades slicing through the void.

The next second, thirty red threads shot out simultaneously, surrounding Bai Li from all directions.

A burst of silver light erupted from Bai Li's body, like a flowing Milky Way and a brilliant starry river. His sword energy solidified like mercury spilling onto the ground, continuous and unbroken. The two extreme powers, red and silver, intertwined and collided, instantly forming a red and silver ball of light in the courtyard. Waves of energy spread outwards.

Before he could even react, an unlucky fellow was pulled by the energy emanating from the edge of the sphere of light and instantly shredded into a cloud of blood mist.

This imposing aura, as seen by everyone, was like a god descending to earth.

"This...this is martial arts?"

"Can martial arts training really produce results like this?"

"Is this still the same martial arts world I know?"

"Hahahaha! It's fake, it's all fake."

Some were amazed, some went crazy.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang exchanged a silent glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes. Retiring from the martial world was definitely the right decision.

Ding Mian and Lu Bai were pale and their lips trembled. The Songshan Sect had no future. They should all go to Huashan.

Master Tianmen gazed at the red and silver orb in the arena, let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with dejection: "Upon returning to the mountain this time, I will relinquish my position as sect leader and no longer concern myself with the affairs of the martial world. Let everything be as it may."

He had mastered the skills of Mount Tai, hoping to make a name for himself, but today's fight shattered his spirit. All his martial arts training over the past life had amounted to nothing more than a few moves from someone else.

"Amitabha!" Master Dingyi put her hands together and silently chanted the Buddha's name. She decided that when she returned, she would persuade the sect leader to close the mountain and devote himself to Buddhist practice. People outside the secular world should not participate in worldly affairs.

"this!"

Yue Buqun stood at the door, utterly speechless. He never imagined that his disciple's fight with Dongfang Bubai would lead to the demise of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Yue Lingshan stared intently at the silver light on the field, her eyes sparkling. One small hand was clenched into a fist, while the other hand tightly hugged Ning Zhongze's arm. Her thighs tightened unconsciously, and her eyes were full of admiration and worship—Eleventh Senior Brother, you are really strong!

Boom!!

A deafening roar shook the ground. Red threads flew everywhere, mercury scattered, and the central platform shattered into pieces. Debris and rubble flew in all directions. Some people were unable to dodge in time and were pockmarked, covered in blood spots, but they could only grit their teeth and endure the pain, not daring to utter a sound, for fear of disturbing the two people facing off in the center.

Bai Li stood with one hand behind his back, his body like an ancient pine tree, the long sword in his hand reduced to just the hilt, a drop of blood dripping from his index finger.

Dongfang Bubai landed on the artificial rock, his right sleeve torn apart by sword energy, revealing a section of his snow-white, warm jade forearm.

Lu Xiaofeng lightly touched the ground with his toes, like a phoenix returning to its wutong tree, and landed beside Bai Li, whispering, "Young Master Bai, are you alright?"

Bai Li nodded slightly, glanced at the hilt of his sword with a hint of regret, and said, "I'm fine, it's just a pity about my great sword. It has witnessed countless battles with me, and I never thought it would be destroyed here today."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand Bai Li's joke, but he was relieved to know that Bai Li was alright.

Dongfang Bubai raised her beautiful eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over her bare right arm before landing on Bai Li's face. Her voice was as cold as the moon: "Your swordsmanship is not bad, but your internal strength is a bit lacking. If you don't have other means, you probably won't be able to stop me today."

"Why doesn't the Eastern Cult Leader give it a try..."

Bai Li was well aware of his own situation. His internal strength was indeed a weakness. At this moment, his dantian was empty, and he only had 30% of his internal strength left. He couldn't use the remaining 20%. However, he couldn't back down in terms of momentum. Dongfang Bubai was just guessing.

If she were to make another move, then of course she would take Lao Yue and the others and run away. After all, Lu Xiaofeng, the great hero, is right there.

Furthermore, Bai Li narrowed his eyes. Since Lu Xiaofeng dared to step forward to stop Dongfang Bubai, he must have had a backup plan.

Sure enough, the next second, a vast sword intent suddenly appeared in the southeast direction of Liu's residence. The sword intent was as cold as ten thousand years of ice; as solitary as the peak of a snow-capped mountain; and as pure and sharp as a mountain.

There is only one person in this world with such sword intent—Ximen Chuixue.

Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai looked at Lu Xiaofeng almost simultaneously.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes darted around, he scratched his nose, looked up at the sky, and whistled.

Bai Li was curious and subconsciously glanced at his beard. What method did Lu Xiaofeng use to trap Ximen Chuixue?

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai's figure flickered, like a fleeting red cloud, and he instantly floated to Liu Jing and Liu Qin's side, grabbing their shoulders with one hand each. In another flash, the three of them disappeared from the spot, their shadows like red silk, sweeping away into the distance.

"Liu Zhengfeng, I'll be waiting for you at Blackwood Cliff." With those words, Dongfang Bubai had vanished.

"Jing'er! Qin'er!" Liu Zhengfeng finally realized that Dongfang Bubai had kidnapped his two children. He was anxious but could not escape, as the imperial court and the Songshan Sect were still watching him with predatory eyes.

Qu Yang comforted him, "Brother Liu, don't worry. Since the leader said he would wait for you at Blackwood Cliff, he will not harm my nephew and niece."

"I hope so!" Liu Zhengfeng sighed inwardly. How could he not understand what Dongfang Bubai meant? What should be said and what shouldn't be said? This was Dongfang Bubai threatening him with Liu Jing and Liu Qin.

No sooner had Dongfang Bubai left than the sword intent arrived in an instant. Ximen Chuixue appeared in the courtyard, dressed in white, his temperament aloof and noble. In particular, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, as if they could see into people's hearts.

Lu Xiaofeng finally relaxed completely, his carefree smile returning to his face. He stepped forward and said, "You've finally arrived. I almost turned into a featherless chicken."

Ximen Chuixue glanced at him slightly, her gaze finally settling on Bai Li, her voice as proud as a snow plum blossom: "Was that sword strike you just now?"

Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat. How could he have forgotten this? Ximen Chuixue was obsessed with swords and loved to spar with those who were skilled in swordsmanship, and he never held back.

He quickly turned his head and kept giving Bai Li meaningful glances.

"Indeed, what instructions does the Sword God have for me?"

Bai Li pretended not to see it. He was joking; how could he let his carefully cultivated image be tarnished at a time like this? As for whether he would fight Ximen Chuixue, that was definitely not going to happen. Didn't you see I didn't even have a sword in my hand?

Ximen Chuixue stared at Bai Li for a long time, as if trying to see through him.

Lu Xiaofeng's face showed anxiety, and he was certain that the two of them would have a duel. At that moment, Ximen Chuixue said, "Your sword is not pure." He then stood to the side holding his black-scabbarded longsword, his eyes half-closed, indifferent to everything around him.

Those who didn't know him were intimidated by his imposing presence and dared not approach him to ask questions, while those who did know him were even less likely to do so.

What a joke! If I'm not pure as a person, how can my sword be pure?

Bai Li kept complaining to himself that his swordsmanship was only so-so, and he was just relying on his cheat code. Using a sword was just a matter of timing. If he used a gun or a stick, he would be just as powerful.

Bai Li rolled her eyes, ignoring the eager, resentful, or indifferent gazes around her. She walked straight towards the central hall; her junior sister was still waiting for her!

As for Liu Zhengfeng, Lu Xiaofeng will handle that. Dongfang Bubai has captured Liu Jing and Liu Qin, and getting that half of Moro's remains from Liu Zhengfeng will likely be difficult; after all, his current persona is that of a young chivalrous hero...

Bai Li glanced at Lu Xiaofeng and the three from the imperial court, his eyes full of meaning. Whatever their deal was, once they had collected the complete remains of Moro, he would go and borrow them for a look. Surely no one would refuse!