The Eleventh Realm's Fist

Jiang Shangzhen clenched both fists, narrowed his eyes, and said softly, "Be careful."

Seeing her father humble himself like that was a wretched sight Han Jiangshu had never witnessed in her life, something she could not even have imagined. Her soul shuddered, and her Dao heart nearly crumbled. Only the ripples of Sword Qi stirred by a trembling willow leaf jolted her awake. She swallowed a mouthful of blood, seized the leaf, and used a secret sect art to lock down the famed willow-leaf Flying Sword, even at the cost of disturbing her soul and Five Elements Destiny Item. Han Jiangshu was willing to die to stop Jiang Shangzhen from striking.

Even if she could hold him back for only a moment, Han Jiangshu would pay that price.

Yet the instant Han Yushu bowed his head and begged for mercy, he made a Daoist bow and brought out his true trump card: the mountain-protecting formation of the Three Mountains Blessed Land.

It was the Five Sacred Mountains True Form Diagram, which had hung in Wan Yao Sect's Patriarch Hall for thousands of years. According to her father, the scroll was older than Wan Yao Sect itself.

When Wan Yao Sect's founding Patriarch was still a young woodcutter, he had stumbled through a crumbling restriction and entered the Three Mountains Blessed Land, a place unknown to the history of Vast Heaven and Earth. Deep in the ancestral mountain where he would later Found a Sect, he happened upon this scroll, an Immortal-grade weapon. From then on, he stepped onto the path of cultivation. Within the Three Mountains Blessed Land, worthy of being ranked among the finest Paradises, he summoned wind and rain. As his cultivation climbed, he drew in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy without cease, gathering nearly half the Paradise's