Yes, that’s right, exactly like this! My attack on him is completely justified!
In this manner, the flying sword between his eyebrows transford into a cold gleam, piercing through the qi between the twenty-zhang distance, intending to kill Fan Wubing with a single strike.
Luo Qingyao, imrsed in the joy of reunion, felt as if she were dreaming, in a dizzy, blissful state of unreality.
By the ti she was jolted awake from her pleasant state by the vibration of sword qi affecting her soul, the flying sword had already reached Fan Wubing.
Her eyes filled with rage, the two strands of deep green qi at the corner of her eyes beca incredibly fierce, like the scorching immortal flas spewed by an accelerating flying ship. She moved her thoughts, wanting to stop that flying sword. But it was too close, too late.
At this mont, her heart almost stopped beating.
However, the flying sword halted in front of Fan Wubing’s forehead, motionless, as if ti itself had stopped.
Luo Qingyao quickly reacted, her fierce deanor instantly unleashed, one, two, three, four... eleven flying swords shot out from her forehead all at once, seizing control of all the qi in the vicinity.
Then, she turned her head, the killing intent in her eyes almost materializing, looking at Luo Zijin as if he were a mortal enemy.
"Do you want to die?!"
All the surrounding qi was locked down, and Luo Zijin felt suffocated. Luo Qingyao was an unparalleled genius in the Sword Dao, rumored to be able to wield five flying swords simultaneously. But now, eleven flying swords were pointing at him, their aura raging!
He knew she was formidable but didn’t expect this level.
Even though they were both in the Integration Realm, the gap was suffocating.
He hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding, Qingyao, it’s a misunderstanding! I saw this stranger and thought he was trespassing Peixun Lake to harm you! I acted hastily! I’ll retract my flying sword, just—"
He attempted to call back his lifebound flying sword.
But, the flying sword didn’t move.
Behind the flying sword, Fan Wubing’s eyes were exceedingly calm.
What was happening?
Why isn’t my flying sword obeying my command?! Co back now! He fiercely urged his soul to call back the flying sword.
But it hung there, motionless.
Suddenly, a crisp shattering sound echoed. The wide blade of the flying sword was filled with cracks, rapidly spreading to cover its entire length.
Finally, it exploded into dust, sparkling like crystals in the daylight.
The reason a lifebound flying sword is called "lifebound" is because it is directly connected to one’s soul, serving as a second will.
At this mont, that second will was rcilessly crushed.
Imdiately, the terrifying pressure felt by the flying sword transmitted to Luo Zijin’s soul. A fissure opened in his forehead, and a line of blood spurted out.
"Ah! My flying sword, my flying sword!"
The sword aura around him visibly disintegrated.
This ant he had already gone from being a sword cultivator to an ordinary cultivator, even less than that due to the damage to his soul.
Luo Qingyao turned her head, staring at Fan Wubing in a daze.
What was that?
Without even moving, just a thought crushed the flying sword of an early-stage Integration sword cultivator?
She knew her senior brother had beco more powerful after arriving on the Changsheng Continent and had even beco a Knocker for the Great Li Dynasty.
But this? To what extent is this strength?!
She couldn’t comprehend at all.
Fan Wubing gave her a gentle smile.
...
Sword Discussion Hall.
The patriarch of this generation of the Luo Family, Luo Tianyuan, sat at the head, his expression calm yet naturally imposing.
From where he sat, two rows of seats extended forward, with three-zhang gaps between them on either side, totaling twenty-four seats, most of which were occupied. The empty ones were not due to reluctance to attend but because most were away on business and couldn’t return temporarily. They represented the core power structure of this vast Immortal Dao Noble Clan.
A number of people stood in the open space below.
Aunt Zhang from the farm, Yuan Qiye in charge of cargo handling, Pang Da Xian Chef, Fan Wubing, Luo Qingyao, Luo Zijin, and Luo Ling Immortal were all present.
Aunt Zhang, Yuan Qiye, and Pang Da Xian Chef each recounted what they knew in detail, including how they received an almost impossible task from Luo Zijin.
Luo Zijin, enduring the pain of his damaged soul, tried to defend himself.
But Luo Tianyuan ignored him and asked Luo Ling Immortal, "Ling Xian, is it true?"
Luo Ling Immortal nodded, "As I’ve co to understand. But..." She glanced at Fan Wubing, smiling, "Qingyao’s senior brother doesn’t fall within my knowledge."
"Sister!" Luo Qingyao called anxiously.
Luo Tianyuan’s face darkened, "Don’t interrupt!"
Qingyao imdiately quieted down.
Luo Tianyuan looked at Fan Wubing, "And you, do you have anything to say?"
Fan Wubing nodded slightly, "Aunt Zhang exaggerated my abilities, I’m no Fengxian, just soone with so experience in cultivation. As for the reason for impersonating soone to enter Peixun Lake, it was simple, I wanted to find out who was behind imposing such unreasonable and harsh cultivation requirents on Aunt Zhang and her team."
Luo Tianyuan narrowed his eyes, showing an intriguing expression, "I think you wanted to find out if it was Qingyao who organized this, right?"
"Sharp as ever, elder."
Luo Qingyao looked at Fan Wubing in astonishnt, "Senior brother, so you weren’t planning to surprise , but to test ?"
Fan Wubing smiled softly.
"Senior brother, you actually doubted ~" Luo Qingyao suddenly felt heartbroken.
The atmosphere eased a bit, and Luo Tianyuan’s lips twitched upwards, "If it really was Qingyao who organized this, what then?"
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