Sword Qi churned layer upon layer, like the rumbling of spring thunder, or like the rolling of red flas.
In a mont, a mystical serpent was born, its body stretching a hundred ters long, vividly alive, with its surface interlaced in blue and red hues.
The instant the mystical serpent appeared, it first lowered its head to glance at its own body, a flash of distinctly human-like confusion in its eyes.
As if wondering... how co it seed a bit different today?
But it was only stunned for a brief mont before the mystical serpent raised its head.
Although different, it was still quite handso.
That was enough.
It was very satisfied.
Then, the mystical serpent rolled forward, blue and red auras swirling as it charged directly at the two Yin ghosts.
In the blink of an eye, the mystical serpent had entangled and collided with the two Yin ghosts.
The mystical serpent’s entire body erupted with sword qi, shattering the dragon wall, chilling the air, and in an instant sliced one of the Yin ghosts excessively, splitting it in two.
At the sa ti, its tail swept and wrapped around the other Yin ghost.
A rumbling crash ensued, the fiercely imposing Yin ghost was crushed to pieces, transforming into a mist that dissipated in mid-air, spreading out in all directions.
The mystical serpent continued onward, opening its blood-red maw to swallow the mist dragon trailing the Yin ghosts.
Before the mystical serpent, the mist dragon’s body trembled violently, cut apart by the mystical serpent’s blue and red sword qi, fragnting layer by layer, the mist rapidly disintegrating, recoiling.
In just the blink of an eye, it had collapsed, no longer existing.
The serpent devours the ghost, then swallows the dragon.
This astonishing display of the sword qi spirit instantly stunned all the others, leaving the once noisy scene in a mont of stillness.
Even the three Integration Cultivators hiding within Blade Island raised their gazes, through the thick mist, staring intently at the peak-montum Lu Qingshan outside Blade Island.
"How could there be such terrifying attack power? At this age, in this realm, being able to suppress so many people one realm above, it makes no sense at all!
Even the Yin ghosts ford by the Great Luo Yin Formation are no match for him at all. If he can maintain this montum and beco a mighty cultivator, wouldn’t he be able to single-handedly dominate several Demon Lords?"
The oldest of the Integration Cultivators appeared peculiar, his eyes flashing with brilliance, "This kid, though he may also have sothing of his own, such performance is definitely due to the power of the Taoist Artifact!"
He was extrely certain.
On this side, Lu Qingshan’s eyes revealed a cold glint.
Boom!
Peach Blossom joyfully shot out from his body, the entire blade vibrating, emitting extrely crisp clinking sounds.
Peach Blossom, brimming with spiritual nature, imdiately surged forth upon appearing, charging towards the surrounding Divine Transformation Cultivators, the sword light ominous, making one’s skin crawl.
Poof!
A nearby Divine Transformation Dharma Cultivation was split by Peach Blossom, bisected from the head down, blood gushing.
Poof poof poof!
Peach Blossom continued darting through the crowd, targeting the physically fragile Dharma and Spiritual Cultivators. One by one, the Divine Transformation Cultivators’ heads were severed, their skulls rolling, bodies falling in swathes.
Even though these Divine Transformation Cultivators had long prepared their defenses, facing Lu Qingshan’s flying sword, all their defenses shattered upon contact.
Under the double combat power boost, Lu Qingshan’s attack power was massive.
Even the Divine Transformation Cultivators one realm above couldn’t withstand a single strike from his flying sword, like ants shaking a tree, porcelain colliding with a boulder, utterly vulnerable.
Lu Qingshan remained emotionless, clearly sensing his own might.
This is the Demon Race’s supre secret technique, unparalleled and invincible.
Lu Qingshan focused on two tasks, holding a sword with one hand, controlling the sword with his mind.
"Five breaths," he murmured.
From now on, five breaths had passed, and out of the two hundred or so Divine Transformation Cultivators present, he had slain nearly thirty.
At this pace, before the Bing Syllable Mantra’s blessing ended, he could completely wipe out these Knowing Hall cultivators.
The Divine Transformation Cultivators present had already changed colors, continuously retreating, as if facing a Demon King, all paralyzed with fear.
The Prison Warden Office’s Chief, Lou Seng, sharply constricted his eyes.
Previously, he rely thought Lu Qingshan was sowhat troubleso, but by now, the feeling Lu Qingshan gave him was both daunting and terrifying.
His expression displayed unprecedented seriousness as a three-tailed banner appeared in his hand, fluttering loudly.
Following this, Lou Seng waved the banner, and the black fog enveloping Blade Island surged forth again, spinning abruptly.
In an instant, two more Yin ghosts erged, swirling with faint yin qi, exuding intense murderous aura.
This was the super great formation encompassing the entire island, how could it be so weak as to shatter with a single blow?
As long as the formation remained unbroken, even if the Yin ghosts were shattered, they’d imdiately reform.
Lu Qingshan squinted slightly, sizing up the once again present two Yin ghosts.
"This is sowhat troubleso," he remarked.
Though he initially seed to effortlessly crush these two Yin ghosts with Integration Cultivator-level strength, in reality, he utilized one of his strongest burst techniques — the sword qi spirit.
The sword qi spirit’s consumption was imnse; even he couldn’t use it frequently.
However, aided by the formation’s power, these Yin ghosts could endlessly regenerate.
"This amounts to making contend alone against a super great formation and two hundred-plus Divine Transformation Cultivators..."
One man’s power against hundreds, against a great formation!
Within Blade Island.
One Integration Cultivator among them spoke calmly: "Great Luo Yin Formation, Sixth Grade Great Formation, as long as the formation’s power remains, the Yin ghosts can resurrect indefinitely."
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