The Red Flame King Slain with One Sword Strike, a Strike That Shook the World
Without turning around, Xuanwei Daoist's heart sank instantly, his Dao Resonance became chaotic for a moment, and extreme panic and horror suddenly appeared in his aged eyes.
"Not good!"
Almost simultaneously, Zhao Yuanshan, the senior brother who was fighting bloody battle beside him, and all the other senior and junior brothers of Qingfeng Temple present turned pale, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.
The direction the flames rushed towards was not the mountain gate, not the scripture pavilion, and certainly not a key area of the temple, but a secluded courtyard in the back mountain!
This is where my junior brother Li Xuan lives.
Everyone in Qingfeng Temple knew that Li Xuan had only been a disciple for a short time and usually devoted himself to quiet cultivation, with a tranquil nature.
Although Li Xuan had previously Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry in the arena competition and was even able to defeat experts at the Eleventh Realm, he was still struggling against ordinary rebel cultivators. But the one who broke into the back mountain at this moment was the Red Flame King, who had dominated the battlefield and crushed the Ling Dynasty army!
That was a genuine top-tier cultivator at the Twelfth Realm, an unparalleled powerhouse who single-handedly overwhelmed an entire territory and forced the imperial army into a complete rout!
With Chen Du's cultivation level, there was no doubt that he could defeat the Red Flame King.
They're definitely going to die!
"Junior brother!"
Zhao Yuanshan's eyes were bloodshot with rage; he desperately wanted to break away and rush to the aid of the rear mountain.
However, countless rebel soldiers rushed forward and fiercely attacked, tightly binding the formation. Once the formation was broken, the mountain gate would immediately fall, and tens of thousands of lives in the entire Qingfeng Temple would be slaughtered.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he was filled with anxiety and helplessness.
Xuanwei was greatly shocked. He wished he could teleport to the back mountain immediately to protect his disciples, but the battle situation in front of the mountain was precarious. As the abbot, if he were to retreat, the sect would be leaderless, the sect would surely fall, and the entire sect would be wiped out.
Caught in a terrible dilemma, he could only stare intently at the direction of the raging fire on the back mountain, his heart filled with despair.
The courtyard is no longer the tranquil place it once was.
Red Flame King, clad in crimson armor ablaze with raging flames, caused wooden houses to collapse and bamboo huts to shatter wherever he went, while the bluestone ground sizzled and cracked from the intense heat.
The ordinary Daoist temple restrictions that blocked his way were as fragile as paper, shattering and dissipating in an instant before his terrifying power at the Twelfth Realm.
He charged ahead recklessly, leaving nothing but arrogance and greed in his eyes, showing no respect whatsoever.
I thought that the Qingfeng Temple's unparalleled heritage and treasures were hidden deep in the back mountains, but all I saw along the way were ordinary dwellings and quiet bamboo houses, simple and unpretentious, with no treasures or unusual sights.
The Red Flame King stopped in his tracks, his eyes, blazing with flames, swept over the only intact bamboo courtyard before him, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."
He scoffed, his disdain evident in his voice. "People make it sound so mystical, this Qingfeng Ancient Temple, this secluded lineage—it's all long since fallen into ruin. Such a grand temple, all its treasures poured out, and this is all it's worth?"
In his view, Qingfeng Temple is all show and no substance; its so-called thousand-year heritage is nothing more than a feeble attempt to prolong its existence and cling to outdated traditions.
Such a dilapidated and impoverished place could not possibly harbor any extraordinary wealth or peerless martial arts techniques; my previous covetousness only made me look like I was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Just then, the wooden gate to the courtyard was gently pushed open.
A slender and upright young man walked out slowly.
The young man was dressed in a simple blue robe, his black hair was tied up, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and calm, and his aura was gentle and peaceful, without the slightest bit of sharpness. He looked like an ordinary disciple who was practicing asceticism.
It was Chen Du.
The Red Flame King glanced at him from head to toe, and seeing that his aura was weak and unremarkable, without even the slightest fluctuation of a high-level cultivator, the last bit of patience in his heart was completely exhausted, leaving only deep disdain and mockery.
It turns out that deep in the back mountains, guarding this place was just a callow youth.
It seems that Qingfeng Temple's so-called trump cards have long been completely exhausted, leaving only a group of old, weak, and disabled soldiers and ordinary disciples to maintain appearances.
"How dare a mere ant occupy this sacred mountain?"
The Red Flame King's eyes were icy cold and filled with murderous intent. He didn't take Chen Du seriously at all. In his eyes, the boy in front of him was no different from a dead man.
He didn't even bother to waste his energy, simply raising his hand covered in flames and gathering a wisp of scorching crimson spiritual power.
This casual strike was more than enough to crush ordinary cultivators at the Tenth Realm or Eleventh Realm, and to kill this ordinary young man before him.
"Today, I will utterly destroy this dilapidated ancient temple! One sword... no, one palm strike will kill you, and I will reunite you and your master!"
The blazing palm wind howled out, carrying a heat wave that could scorch mountains and boil seas, heading straight for Chen Du's face.
All the disciples of Qingfeng Temple at the foot of the mountain felt a pang of pain in their hearts upon witnessing this scene, and could not bear to watch any longer.
Xuanwei his eyes, his brows furrowed with sorrow, already prepared for the loss of his beloved disciple.
But the next second!
Buzz--!
A clear, resonant sword cry suddenly echoed throughout the entire Qingfeng Mountain!
Unlike the buzzing of ordinary weapons, this sword cry was clear, vast, and majestic, carrying an immense and boundless pressure of the Great Dao, instantly drowning out the shouts of Heaven Slayer and the roar of flames!
Chen Du, who was originally gentle and calm, suddenly underwent a dramatic change in his aura!
A powerful force, no weaker than the Red Flame King's and even surpassing his own, erupted from his body and soared into the sky!
Twelfth Realms!
A genuine, unadulterated aura of a master cultivator at the Twelfth Realm!
The sword Calamity Light descended, and a gentle breeze swept across the land, instantly dimming and dissipating the crimson flames that filled the sky!
Everyone's pupils constricted, and they froze completely, their faces filled with shock and disbelief!
No one could have imagined that this usually quiet and unassuming junior brother, who seemed to have mediocre cultivation, would break through again after his previous Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry, becoming Twelfth Realm expert!
Or was he already at the Twelfth Realm from the very beginning?
The mockery and contempt on Red Flame King's face instantly froze, his eyes exploding with overwhelming horror, and the hairs on his body stood on end!
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
How could a young disciple living in seclusion at a Daoist temple possibly possess the same level of cultivation as him?!
Before he could recover from his extreme shock, a dazzling, snow-white, and cold sword light had already pierced the sky!
Holding Eleventh Tier divine sword, Chen Du stood tall and straight. With a single strike, he was as fast as thunder and as steady as mountains and rivers!
Where the sword light swept past, the Calamity Light boiled, the clouds of calamity covered the sky, all the flames were instantly extinguished, and all the power collapsed with a bang.
Laugh--!
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
Before the Red Flame King could even activate his defenses or utter a single last word, his body was completely pierced through by this sword!
The immense power of the sword instantly invaded his meridians, True Essence, and dantian, shattering his cultivation and destroying his life force!
Boom!
The crimson armor shattered inch by inch, and the raging flames were completely extinguished.
Just moments ago, the Crimson Red Flame King was arrogant and domineering, but now his body crashed to the ground, his life force completely extinguished, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
One sword.
Only this one sword strike.
The Twelfth Realm Red Flame King, who once dominated the Ling Dynasty and swept across the region, perished on the spot.
The courtyard fell silent instantly.
Only the young man stood facing the wind, his long sword hanging to the ground, his aura as calm as ever, as if that astonishing sword strike just now was nothing more than a casual gesture.
The thousands of rebel soldiers, the disciples of Qingfeng Temple, Xuanwei, and Senior Brother Zhao Yuanshan stood frozen in place, the entire mountain deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.