Langtian Saves the Beauty, Qingzhu Descends to Earth

One man standing against an army of a million!

As the final defenses of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace collapsed beneath the tidal-wave assault of countless Yuan Sect disciples, a graceful figure stood before them like a slender tree resisting a flood.

Though she appeared delicate, she possessed an unshakable resilience.

Behind her, the disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace looked at that moving back with reddened eyes. Some of the female disciples could not help bursting into tears.

"Green Lotus Myriad Sword Art!"

Ling Qingzhu's pretty face was resolute as vast Yuan Power swept forth, transforming into countless azure swords of light condensed from Yuan Power above her.

Then, with a light wave of her jade hand, sharp whistling sounds tore through the air.

Countless swords of light howled forth, blotting out the sky as they crashed fiercely into the tidal wave of Yuan Sect disciples.

"Aah!"

Miserable screams rang out as blood sprayed forth, dyeing the ground red.

The tidal-wave offensive of the Yuan Sect was forcefully halted by Ling Qingzhu alone.

In the sky, the Yuan Sect's Great Elder indifferently watched the Yuan Sect disciples suffer heavy casualties. Black light flickered in his eyes, yet there was not a trace of pity on his face. He merely waved his hand faintly.

At this sight, the three sinister-faced Samsara Stage elders behind him sneered and shot forward together.

As the three moved, they appeared before the Yuan Sect disciples in the next instant.

With cold snorts, the three attacked at once. Black light surged in their eyes as boundless Yuan Power spread out, forming curtains of light that blocked every sword of light raining down from the sky.

"Slaughter Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!"

The three shouted coldly. The blocked Yuan Sect disciples immediately answered with bloodshot eyes, then charged