A Fight to the Death

Standing on his sword, hovering in the air, his face was full of ruthlessness. Cold light lingered all around him, flying everywhere. Yue Qianchou each movement in the air, nearly a hundred cold lights followed him. With the slightest movement of his limbs, the sword shadows in the sky would stir. They were so close yet so far, all within his control. His aura was truly extraordinary.

Feng Xiangtian, who was in the attic, suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a sword technique in the Scripture Pavilion called 'Returning Origin Sword Art'. The higher the cultivation level, the more flying swords one can control. Yue Qianchou should be practicing this Method Formula."

Ou Sihai, standing beside him, nodded, then shook his head and said, "The Returning Origin Sword Art doesn't seem to have such speed and power. Otherwise, many disciples would have already started practicing it."

A glint flashed in Feng Xiangtian's eyes as he pondered, "He has probably improved it. If that's the case, then Yue Qianchou's cultivation talent is truly extraordinary."

Ou Sihai frowned and said nothing more. Did he not believe what the sect leader said? Improve the cultivation Method Formula? What a joke! If you're talking about someone who is most familiar with a Method Formula, no one is more familiar than the creator of the Method Formula. How could other practitioners of the Method Formula make random changes? Unless they are not afraid of death or Qi Deviation.

In fact, Feng Xiangtian and Ou Sihai were both right. However, the latter did not know that when Yue Qianchou went into Qi Deviation many times. But whenever his body was damaged or on the verge of collapse, the golden pearl in his body played a miraculous role, constantly repairing and maintaining his body. This allowed the ignorant Yue Qianchou to modify this Returning Origin Sword Art into his own unique sword technique. As for his cultivation talent, it should not have much to do with it.

Everyone who knew Yue Qianchou was stunned. They couldn't figure out how many secrets this guy still had. In any case, whatever he revealed was very eye-catching.

Just as everyone was speculating about what he was going to do, Yue Qianchou stretched out two fingers and drew two circles in the air. Nearly a hundred flying swords split in two following his gesture, forming two interconnected sword circles behind him. To the surrounding people, it looked as if two glowing wings had grown out of his back.

The disciple hiding inside the Vajra Shield panicked again. Although the previous few Armor Piercing Talisman hadn't injured him, they had still caused his Blood Qi to churn violently, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He had finally calmed down, but seeing what kind of trouble the creature in the air was about to cause, and knowing his life was at stake, it was no wonder he was afraid. The protective shield around him turned golden once more.

"Go!" Yue Qianchou shouted to the crowd below, and the two sword circles behind him immediately broke off one end, stretching out two long dragons to the left and right, rushing towards the golden egg below. Immediately, First Company of clanging and clashing sounds of metal clashing rang out.

As soon as the sound rang out, Yue Qianchou once again swung his fingers in a circle, and the two sword dragons circled twice more, continuously striking the golden egg in a circular motion, producing rapid and sharp clanging sounds. To the onlookers, this scene appeared as if Yue Qianchou's two wings had grown onto the golden egg below.

Suddenly, Yue Qianchou pointed his finger at a heavy point below, and the two rapidly spinning sword rings immediately accelerated, transforming into two streaks of light. The sound of the impact was no longer rapid, but rather a continuous, sharp, and piercing noise. Those around listened for a while and felt a tightness in their chests, a sense of panic and disorder, and immediately began to circulate their internal energy to resist.

Yue Qianchou looked down with a look of utter defiance, grabbed a handful of Qi Replenishing Pill them into his mouth. "Damn it! I'm going to fight you to the death today. I don't believe this tortoise shell can protect you forever."

Everyone could see that he intended to wage a protracted battle, but the noise was truly disturbing and unbearable. Little did they know that the disciple inside the light barrier was suffering a thousand times more than the others. The piercing, soul-piercing sound was right next to his ears, and he couldn't escape it even if he wanted to. He could only sit cross-legged and desperately try to resist it with his internal energy.

Elder Mo of the Artifact Refining Pavilion in the attic asked in astonishment, "Old Guan, what is your disciple doing?" Guan Wei Wu turned around and glared at him, thinking to himself, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

After a while, Elder Mo suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! Look at the disciples inside the Vajra Shield!"

The group of people on the upper floor looked out, but the distance was too great to see clearly. They immediately focused their energy and were shocked when they saw what was happening. The disciple's face was deathly pale, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and blood was seeping from his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and other seven orifices. He looked emaciated and miserable, clearly injured.

"How could this be?" Feng Xiangtian exclaimed, his whole body trembling. The elders exchanged bewildered glances; despite their cultivation and experience, none of them could discern how Yue Qianchou had injured the disciple.

In fact Yue Qianchou himself didn't understand what was going on. Since he was closest, he was the first to notice the strange phenomenon below. At first, he saw the person trembling inside the turtle shell and didn't pay much attention. But when he realized that something was wrong, he looked closely and saw that his opponent was bleeding from all seven orifices. What was going on?

After a moment of stunned silence, Yue Qianchou suddenly realized that it was probably not for any other reason, but because the high-intensity noise he had created had hurt him. He had lived for so many years in the technological age of his previous life, so of course he knew that the sound waves produced by noise could also kill.

"Damn! What a lucky accident! So that's how it is!" Yue Qianchou was overjoyed. He pushed his flying sword to its limit, and the ear-piercing sound it emitted was extremely annoying to the onlookers.

Yue Qianchou stared intently at the disciple's reaction inside the tortoise shell. Seeing that the disciple was indeed trembling even more violently, he realized that he had not guessed wrong. He stuffed another handful of Qi Replenishing Pill into his mouth and thought to himself, "Bastard, let's see how long you can hold out."

Before long, everyone suddenly noticed that the light emitted by the Vajra Shield was flickering, and even the Foundation Establishment Early Stage disciples could tell that something was wrong. Yue Qianchou sneered repeatedly. He could clearly see that the person inside was not only bleeding from all seven orifices, but blood was also seeping from his pores, yet he was still stubbornly resisting. He was afraid that his death was not far off.

The people in the pavilion naturally saw it too. Elder Mo sighed, "I'm afraid it's almost over!" Everyone was lost in their own thoughts and remained silent, except for Ou Sihai, whose face was frighteningly grim.

"Ah..." Suddenly, the surroundings erupted in chaos. The light shield around the disciple from the Cultivation Pavilion vanished, revealing him completely. He collapsed to the side, covered in blood.

"Hey!" Yue Qianchou shouted with a face full of joy. After struggling for so long, he finally succeeded. Now was the time to act. He understood the principle that delay would only lead to changes! Nearly a hundred cold lights swarmed towards the disciple like crows snatching food.

Now everyone knew that disciple was doomed! Ou Sihai slammed his hand heavily on the railing in the pavilion, his lips pressed tightly together, his face grim, and he didn't utter a single word. Feng Xiangtian glanced at him but remained silent. Guan Wei Wu hand, seemed a bit like a thief; his disciple had defeated his opponent, but he showed no joy whatsoever, instead furtively glancing at the people on both sides.

A cloud of blood mist billowed out as the flying swords, having completed their mission, flashed back into Yue Qianchou's Storage Bag in a flash of cold light. Once the blood mist dissipated, only a pool of blood remained on the ground; no bones were left. Yue Qianchou landed gracefully, the longsword beneath his feet flipping into his hand. He walked to the pool of blood, picked up a blood-soaked bracelet with his sword, and unceremoniously put it into his Storage Bag. He then casually tossed the sword into its sheath behind him and nonchalantly strolled towards the disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion.

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