“What?”
The Infinite Heavenly Venerable was startled.
He had merely glanced at Ye Qiu in distraction, yet in that brief moment, Tuoba Yunhe had already been torn in half.
Everyone else present was dumbfounded.
Earlier, they had only seen an aura of opening heaven and splitting earth envelop the two, followed by chaotic divine light and ceaseless collision sounds. Then this scene unfolded before their eyes.
“The victor was decided so quickly? Far too monstrous!”
After all, Tuoba Yunhe was an elder of the Primordial Holy Land, with status second only to the Holy Lord.
Yet now, Tuoba Yunhe had been torn in half.
“Ah…”
Though Tuoba Yunhe’s flesh body was split, blood flowing, his primordial spirit howled.
However, at this moment, his primordial spirit was clutched in Dugu Wudi’s hand, like an enraged beast trapped in a cage.
“Bastard, release Brother Tuoba!” An Zaitian roared in fury.
Li Chaohui said sternly, “Release Brother Tuoba. He is an elder of the Primordial Holy Land. If you kill him, you will invite calamity upon yourself.”
As for the Infinite Heavenly Venerable, he stared coldly at Dugu Wudi. In an icy voice, he said, “I care not who you are. Release him at once, or bear the consequences!”
To their threats, a disdainful smile curved Dugu Wudi’s lips. His right hand clenched forcefully.
Puff!
Tuoba Yunhe’s primordial spirit shattered.
Then, with one kick, he exploded Tuoba Yunhe’s halved body. His brows brimmed with arrogance and dominance.
“I have killed him. What can you do to me?”
On the ground, people were nearly stupefied with fear, cold sweat pouring down.
Damn, that was a Saint realm expert – just dead like that?
“Am I dreaming? In my lifetime, to witness the fall of a Saint realm expert with my own eyes?”
As the crowd reeled in shock.
Boom—
Thunder exploded across the nine heavens. Winds surged, clouds roiled. Then, blood rain poured from the sky in torrents.
When a Saint falls, heaven and earth weep!
Tuoba Yunhe’s death triggered heavenly anomalies.
The Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Nangong Jingyun, Li Chaohui, and An Zaitian radiated boundless killing intent. The blood rain vanished into the void before nearing them.
Those on the ground, shielded by Yun Shan’s array, saw the blood rain blocked entirely outside.
As for Yun Shan, an inexplicable dao rhyme flowed from him. The blood rain could not approach his body either.
Only Dugu Wudi made no defence, allowing the blood rain to drench him, appearing terrifying like a demon god.
Yun Shan stared fixedly at Dugu Wudi, murmuring, “He is no ordinary Saint.”
“Though his cultivation is merely ordinary Saint realm, his battle power has reached Great Saint level.”
“Unexpectedly, behind Ye Changsheng stands such a formidable existence.”
Yun Shan’s eyes flickered. He then released the restriction on Yun Xi and asked, “Xi’er, Father…”
“I hate you!” Yun Xi said huffily. Though she could speak again, her body remained immobile.
“Xi’er, we will discuss this later. I ask you – what is the background of that Dugu Wudi?” Yun Shan asked curiously.
This was the first time he had heard the name Dugu Wudi.
Logically, as master of the foremost great sect in the Eastern Wilderness, he should long know of such a powerful figure as Dugu Wudi. Yet he had never heard of him – highly unusual.
“I do not know.” Yun Xi truly did not.
Yun Shan frowned.
“Father, release me.” Yun Xi added.
Yun Shan said, “Xi’er, do not blame me. Father had no choice. I will explain slowly once we return. In short, everything is for your sake, for Qingyun Sword Sect.”
“Moreover, if not for this, how would you know Ye Changsheng has a Saint realm expert behind him?”
“That fellow Ye Changsheng must be hiding many things, not telling you the truth.”
“This boy is dishonest. You had best not continue with him…”
“My affairs are none of your concern.” Yun Xi interrupted before Yun Shan finished. “Anyway, I will be with Ye Lang this lifetime. You cannot stop me.”
Yun Shan felt no anger, only deep loss.
He had raised his daughter with such care, only for her to be拱ed by a pig. Detestable!
“Father, if you truly care for me, then help Ye Lang.” Yun Xi said again.
“No.” Yun Shan’s attitude was firm. “I cannot help him.”
“Fine. Since you will not help him, then at least help me save a few people?” Yun Xi said. “Wu Qianfan, Lin Da Niao, Mo Tianji, and the long-eyebrowed Daoist – they are my friends. I want you to take them away.”
“Very well.” Yun Shan extended his hand. Instantly, Wu Qianfan, Lin Da Niao, and Mo Tianji were pulled by a massive force, flying to Yun Xi’s side.
The three looked startled, unsure of Yun Shan’s intent.
“Do not fear. You are Xi’er’s friends. I will take you away shortly.” Yun Shan said.
Hearing this, the three beamed.
Lin Da Niao quickly said, “Senior, could you help…”
“I will not kill him – that is enough. Do not expect me to save him.” Yun Shan knew Lin Da Niao wanted him to aid Ye Qiu.
“Father, and the long-eyebrowed Daoist.” Yun Xi reminded.
Yun Shan glanced at the long-eyebrowed Daoist beside Ye Qiu. “I will not take him.”
“Why?” Yun Xi asked, puzzled.
Yun Shan replied, “I do not like him. He is too ugly.”
If the long-eyebrowed Daoist heard this, he would likely spit blood in rage. Where am I ugly?
Yun Xi was stunned. “The long-eyebrowed Daoist has been kind to me. I cannot stand by and watch him die. Father…”
“No more words. I will not act.” Yun Shan knew well that the long-eyebrowed Daoist was with Ye Qiu. If he moved, the Infinite Heavenly Venerable and the other Saints would think he intended to whisk Ye Qiu away. They would surely intervene, possibly sparking a massive battle.
Yun Shan did not wish to disrupt the greater picture over a minor figure.
Over the years, he often reminded himself inwardly: forbear small matters to avoid ruining great plans.
Precisely for this, he endured every provocation from the Yin-Yang Sect, Butian Sect, and the three holy lands.
For once moved, he would face their combined assault.
He knew the Infinite Heavenly Venerable’s ambitions well. The Yin-Yang Sect long sought to destroy Qingyun Sword Sect and claim the top sect in the Eastern Wilderness.
The Butian Sect and three holy lands, with experts as clouds, coveted Qingyun Sword Sect’s treasures and territory for ages.
Though Qingyun Sword Sect boasted a million sword cultivators, most were weak. True Saints were few. In war, the sect risked annihilation.
Thus, he endured, until the Supreme Elder emerged from seclusion.
Once the Supreme Elder emerged and took that step, none would dare invade Qingyun Sword Sect again.
At this moment—
Dong!
A muffled footstep echoed in the void. Dugu Wudi stepped forward, pointing down at the several Saints from on high. He shouted, “Next – who?”
