Wine Sword Immortal was both shocked and enraged. He never expected Fairy Liu and the elder from Huanggu Holy Land to attack him.
“What are you doing?”
As he shouted, he summoned the Seven-Colored Blazing Sun Sword.
The sword streaked through the air, blocking a strike from the Huanggu elder but failing to stop Fairy Liu.
Fairy Liu’s palm struck his primordial spirit, sending a wave of excruciating pain through him as he was sent flying backward.
“Boom!”
Feng Yan hurled the Yin-Yang Pagoda.
Seeing it, Wine Sword Immortal’s primordial spirit swiftly dodged. The pagoda soared past, shattering a dozen glaciers.
Then, the three Holy Land powerhouses closed in on him together.
A chilling murderous aura filled the sky.
“Wine Sword Immortal, even at your peak, you couldn’t stop us. Now, with just a primordial spirit, you’d better accept your fate!” Feng Yan said coldly.
Wine Sword Immortal’s face was filled with despair.
He wasn’t a Saint-level powerhouse and couldn’t instantly regenerate his body. His remaining primordial spirit held only half his strength.
Now, let alone facing three peak Divine Connection experts, he couldn’t even withstand three strikes.
He roared, “Aren’t you afraid that killing me will provoke Qingyun Sword Sect’s retaliation?”
Feng Yan sneered with disdain. “Don’t worry, Qingyun Sword Sect won’t retaliate.”
“We three will personally visit Qingyun Sword Sect and tell them you and Little Six died fighting each other to the death.”
“I’m sure they’ll join us to wipe out the Yin-Yang Sect.”
What a vicious scheme!
Wine Sword Immortal realized this was a conspiracy. The three Holy Lands had allied long before coming to the icy plains and had planned this.
He said, “You think killing me will hide the truth? Don’t forget, there are still my sect’s disciples in the tomb.”
“Your Qingyun Sword Sect disciples won’t make it out,” Fairy Liu said. “Our three Holy Lands’ disciples will kill them in the tomb.”
What?
Wine Sword Immortal was stunned.
“Yun Xi is in the tomb. If she dies…”
He couldn’t bear to think of it.
Fairy Liu laughed delicately. “You know Yun Xi’s background. If she dies, I’m sure Qingyun Sword Sect will join us against the Yin-Yang Sect.”
At that moment, Wine Sword Immortal had one thought: escape!
Only by fleeing and reporting this to the Sect Leader could Qingyun Sword Sect avoid falling for their trap.
“Swoosh!”
With that thought, his primordial spirit shot upward, landing on the Seven-Colored Blazing Sun Sword. Riding the sword, he sped toward the horizon.
“You can’t escape,” the Huanggu elder and Fairy Liu flanked him like streaks of light, intercepting him with lightning speed.
Bang!
The Huanggu elder swung his fist, carrying unmatched divine power, aimed at Wine Sword Immortal.
Fairy Liu struck simultaneously, her palm descending like a mountain with a thunderous boom, its power terrifying.
With no way to escape or dodge, Wine Sword Immortal had to face them head-on.
“Clang!”
The Seven-Colored Blazing Sun Sword blazed with brilliant light, barely blocking Fairy Liu’s palm.
Another sword strike followed.
This one met the Huanggu elder’s fist.
With only his primordial spirit, his strength was greatly diminished. As the sword struck the fist, a torrent of overwhelming force surged through the blade like a stormy sea.
Helpless, Wine Sword Immortal abandoned his sword.
Otherwise, the force from the fist would shatter his primordial spirit.
After abandoning it, before he could flee further, Feng Yan struck his back with a palm.
“Ah…”
Wine Sword Immortal screamed, his body crashing into the Saint’s grand formation before hitting the ground. A crack appeared on his primordial spirit, leaking golden liquid.
He was gravely injured.
“With just a primordial spirit, why resist? Isn’t that asking for trouble?”
Feng Yan, Fairy Liu, and the Huanggu elder stood side by side in the void, radiating divine light, terrifyingly imposing.
“Who’ll finish him off?”
Feng Yan asked.
“I’ll do it!” Fairy Liu’s hand flashed, and a war spear appeared.
Holding the spear, she dove down, aiming straight for Wine Sword Immortal’s primordial spirit.
The strike was formidable.
The spear, like a bolt of lightning, carried intense killing intent and peerless sharpness, targeting his primordial spirit.
“I never thought I’d die by your hands.”
Wine Sword Immortal was filled with unwillingness.
At the critical moment, “ding-dong,” a zither note rang out.
The sound echoed across thousands of miles, deafening. The next second, a white light blocked the spear.
“Who?” Fairy Liu’s gaze sharpened, looking into the distance.
Feng Yan and the Huanggu elder, standing in the void, turned as well.
A figure approached through the snowstorm, swiftly appearing beside Wine Sword Immortal’s primordial spirit.
The newcomer wore white robes, exuding an extraordinary aura, with white hair and an ancient zither in hand, like an immortal descending.
“Junior Brother!” Wine Sword Immortal exclaimed in surprise.
“Zither Sword Immortal!” Fairy Liu recognized him.
Feng Yan and the Huanggu elder’s expressions shifted slightly.
Below Saint level, Qingyun Sword Sect had five peak Divine Connection sword immortals. Besides Wine Sword Immortal, there were the Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting Sword Immortals.
Among them, Zither Sword Immortal wielded the zither as his sword path. A century ago, a Qingyun Sword Sect Supreme Elder said Zither Sword Immortal was the most likely to reach Sainthood within five hundred years.
Thus, he was considered Qingyun Sword Sect’s strongest peak Divine Connection expert!
Fairy Liu quickly retreated to Feng Yan’s side, saying gravely, “Why is Zither Sword Immortal here?”
Unbeknownst to her, Wine Sword Immortal was equally curious.
“Junior Brother, why are you here?” he asked.
“The Supreme Elder was worried about you and Yun Xi, so he sent me to check. Senior Brother, heal and restore your body. Leave these three to me.” Zither Sword Immortal sat cross-legged, placing the zither on his knees, his hands strumming the strings.
“Zheng—”
This time, it wasn’t a zither note but a sword hum.
As Zither Sword Immortal plucked the strings, seven sword beams slashed toward the three, brimming with unmatched killing intent.
“Let’s attack together.”
Feng Yan spoke, first hurling the Yin-Yang Pagoda, then charging like a cold streak, gripping the God-Slaying Needle, aiming straight for Zither Sword Immortal’s forehead.
The Huanggu elder struck too, unleashing the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist. Boundless domineering aura spread, his golden fist unstoppable.
Fairy Liu’s war spear pierced the void, like a beam of light, aiming to pin Zither Sword Immortal.
…
At nearly the same moment.
In the tomb.
The battle was nearing its end. Qingyun Sword Sect’s disciples had been slaughtered by the other sects, falling in pools of blood. Only Saintess Yun Xi still held on, but she was at a disadvantage, surrounded by danger.
