Killing Peak Houtian!

"Trying to send a message?" Han Mao's blade light instantly enveloped the ten people. With just this one strike, he severed the hands of three Ninth Stage Houtian martial artists, and their communication tokens fell to the ground.

"Ah!" The three Ninth Stage Houtian martial artists screamed in agony and retreated from the battle.

The remaining seven were not faring much better, but they managed to hold on. Especially the two Peak Houtian experts, who quickly picked up their tokens and yelled into them frantically.

"Elder, something's happened at the ancestral hall! It's people from the government!"

"What?!"

The Daoist Priest Xiangyang, who had been drinking in the luxurious hall, suddenly shot to his feet.

"Someone from the ancestral hall is calling for help? They actually broke into the ancestral hall?!"

"What's going on?" Daoist Priest Mu quickly asked.

"Xiangyang, what is it?" Daoist Priest Heifeng also put down his wine cup.

"People from the government have broken into the ancestral hall, I have to go back immediately!" Daoist Priest Xiangyang didn't have time to say goodbye and flew out of the hall.

"Heifeng, I have to go too," Daoist Priest Mu said, his expression tense. "Be very careful, don't fall for a diversionary tactic."

"I understand." Heifeng also became nervous and quickly ordered his men to be vigilant and strengthen their defenses.

These Qi Cultivation True Persons could exert extremely powerful combat abilities within the range of the ancestral hall's protection. However, if they left, they would be severely weakened. The Li Family's Yin Gods were not as powerful as those of the City God Temple and could only lend strength within a small area.

Therefore, they would not easily go to support others. The most important thing was the branch ancestral hall.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhui and Yan You, who had already entered the ancestral hall, also encountered trouble.

The interior of the ancestral hall was not complicated. Upon entering, they saw a statue standing not far away.

But on the prayer mat beneath the statue sat a martial artist in black. This martial artist was radiating a bloody aura, and his presence was several times stronger than a Peak Houtian expert!

"Xiantian Master!" Yan You's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected a Xiantian Master to be stationed here!

"Who are you? Do you know whose territory this is!" the black-clothed martial artist's eyes glinted fiercely.

"Leave quickly, and I can pretend you were never here!"

"Pretend we were never here?" Shen Zhui sneered coldly. With such a commotion outside, he was still asking who they were and even offered to let them go. It was clear he was feigning ignorance!

He was stalling for time!

"Yan You, make your move. You get close to the statue, I'll handle this one!" Shen Zhui flashed and lunged forward.

Yan You was slightly stunned but quickly reacted, taking a detour and moving swiftly from the left.

"Scoundrels, you're courting death!" The black-clothed martial artist was furious. He had actually seen at a glance that Shen Zhui and the other were sent by the government.

One was a Ninth Stage Houtian, the other a Peak Houtian, and both held special tokens, clearly experts capable of borrowing the power of the temple.

He himself was only a Peak Houtian. Even within this ancestral hall, he could borrow power to temporarily reach the Xiantian realm, but he wasn't confident he could deal with both of them simultaneously. That's why he deliberately stalled for time, but he never expected Shen Zhui to see through him at a glance.

"Kill!" Shen Zhui raised his steel saber high above his head, his speed instantly reaching its limit, his body transforming into a streak of light.

"Swish~"

A cold glint flashed across the air like lightning, a saber strike aimed at the black-clothed martial artist's head.

"Hmm?" The black-clothed martial artist was not alarmed but delighted. "He dares to charge over without borrowing divine power?"

Cross Slash!

A iron rod appeared in his hand. He swung the rod, stirring up a sky full of bloody light. Two streams of Gang Qi, one from the left and one from the right, tore through the air, blocking Shen Zhui's path.

"Ignorant brat, you're simply arrogant!" After unleashing this attack, the black-clothed martial artist shifted most of his attention to Yan You, moving to stop him.

In his opinion, Shen Zhui charging over without borrowing divine power was suicidal. Even if his ultimate move couldn't kill him, it would definitely severely wound him.

However, just as the black-clothed martial artist was about to turn, his expression suddenly stiffened, and his demeanor changed drastically!

"What? This is impossible!" He saw out of the corner of his eye that Shen Zhui had broken through one of the Gang Qi streams with a single saber strike. Then, his body, like a boneless, supple snake, slid directly along the ground, evading the other stream of Gang Qi!

"He actually broke my Cross Slash?!" The black-clothed martial artist had no time to think. He raised his rod to block, as Shen Zhui's saber strike was already upon him.

"Whoosh~" The iron rod whistled through the air. The black-clothed martial artist intended to counter-attack, but the next moment, he was forced back several steps. He instantly raised his rod, changing his stance to parry Shen Zhui's attack.

"Falling Snow Saber Technique, First Style: Slay Cang!"

Under the Unity of Heaven and Man realm, Shen Zhui's saber seemed to draw the surrounding spiritual energy, which continuously swirled like snowflakes, cutting towards the black-clothed martial artist.

Although this strike didn't unleash Gang Qi, the snowflakes formed by spiritual energy had a wider and more extensive range than Gang Qi!

"Clang!" Saber met rod. The black-clothed martial artist's face instantly turned pale.

"This kid's saber technique is strange!" His heart pounded wildly. He had blocked Shen Zhui's strike, but there were fine scratches on his hands and face.

Seeing the effect of the first style of his saber technique, Slay Cang, Shen Zhui couldn't help but smile slightly.

When his Summon Deity technique reached a bottleneck, he had focused entirely on refining his saber techniques.

He already had a general idea for the second style, so naturally, he had spent even more effort honing the first style.

The Unity of Heaven and Man realm allowed Shen Zhui to draw upon the power of heaven and earth. If before, Shen Zhui had created Slay Cang by controlling this power to simply overwhelm his opponent, then after refining his Spiritual Sense through the Heyuan Biographies, his control over spiritual energy had reached a new level. He transformed the spiritual energy into dozens of spiritual energy snowflakes for precise strikes.

They were naturally in no way comparable!

"It's a shame you're not a true Xiantian Martial Artist; you can't make me feel threatened," Shen Zhui shook his head and sighed.

He had long seen that this black-clothed martial artist was merely at the Peak Houtian stage, relying on some external force to reach a pseudo-Xiantian realm.

His control over Gang Qi was also extremely crude, possessing brute force but no skill.

"No threat?!" The black-clothed martial artist was instantly enraged. How dare a Ninth Stage of Acquired Realm martial artist look down on him?!

"Show me your real skills, or today will be your death day!" Shen Zhui shouted.

"Die!" The iron staff in the black-clothed martial artist's hand whistled through the air, attacking Shen Zhui with a sky-covering barrage.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The powerful iron staff smashed deep pits into the temple floor, yet it couldn't even touch Shen Zhui's clothes.

"Such speed with movement techniques?!" The black-clothed martial artist grew more alarmed the more he fought.

He had struck dozens of times in an instant, but most of them hit empty air. The few times he did connect, they were blocked by the opponent's steel saber, with the force skillfully deflected aside.

"How can this be? My iron staff weighs over five hundred jin, and with Gang Qi added, each strike probably carries four to five thousand jin of force. An ordinary Ninth Stage Houtian Martial Artist would likely be shaken to death by this. Is he not a Ninth Stage Houtian Martial Artist?"

Little did he know, Shen Zhui was wearing the Bright Light Armor, which reduced the power of all attacks below High-stage Xiantian by fifty percent!

And he, a Ninth Stage Houtian, though he could barely reach the Xiantian level with the Yin God's blessing, was at most at Early-stage Xiantian.

When the attack came, it first had a layer of force deflected by Shen Zhui's movement techniques, and then over fifty percent of its power was reduced by the Bright Light Armor.

The vibration transmitted to his body was actually very small. With Shen Zhui's current physical strength, he could naturally withstand it easily. After all, the iron staff's vibration was only transmitted through its collision with his steel saber, not directly hitting the Bright Light Armor.

"Out of moves?" Shen Zhui said coldly. "Then it's my turn!"

Sensing the black-clothed man's strength and aura weakening, and seeing Yan You was already near the statue, Shen Zhui no longer delayed.

The momentum of his steel saber exploded, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, instantly engulfing his opponent.

"Clang clang clang!"

The black-clothed martial artist blocked continuously, and Shen Zhui attacked relentlessly. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of saber strikes had been exchanged!

Shen Zhui's movement techniques were faster than the black-clothed martial artist's, leaving him no chance to dodge. Although he could block the saber strikes...

The invisible spiritual energy snowflakes continuously sliced across his body.

"Sizzle sizzle~" Amidst the loud clanging, there were constant sounds of tearing clothes and dull blades piercing flesh.

Soon, apart from his torso, which was protected by armor, the black-clothed martial artist had more than a dozen bloody gashes on his face and hands.

Normally, these would only be minor injuries, but in the heat of battle, the wounds accumulated. The black-clothed martial artist grew weaker and weaker, his wrist trembled incessantly, and he could barely hold onto his weapon.

"Pfft!" As Shen Zhui's seventy-eighth saber strike landed, the black-clothed martial artist's aura had already dropped to the Ninth Stage of Acquired Realm, unable to even maintain his original cultivation level.

The iron staff flew from his hand, and at the same time, Shen Zhui's saber cut off half of his palm.

His movement techniques were crushed, his saber techniques were crushed, and his only advantage of strength couldn't be utilized!

Who exactly was this person? Was a Ninth Stage Houtian Martial Artist this monstrous?!

"No, no, no!" The black-clothed martial artist ignored his injuries, enduring the piercing pain in his wrist, and attempted to flee.

"Spare my life, save, save me!" He rushed towards the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Trying to leave now? Too late!" Shen Zhui swiftly pursued.

"Swish~"

The seventy-ninth saber strike was unleashed, and the black-clothed martial artist's head flew high into the air.

The black-clothed martial artist felt his world spinning. The last thing he saw was Shen Zhui sheathing his saber and standing before his slowly falling body.

Not far away, the green token in Yan You's hand floated up, slowly sinking into the statue...

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