Langtian Saves the Beauty, Qingzhu Descends to the Mortal World

One man stood against a million troops!

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

Though she appeared frail, she possessed an unshakable resilience.

Behind her, the disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace stared at that moving back, their eyes red. Some female disciples could not help crying aloud.

"Green Lotus Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

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

With a light wave of her jade-like hand, sharp Wind Breaking Sounds suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

The countless light swords howled out, blanketing the sky as they collided fiercely with the tide-like Yuan Sect disciples.

"Ah!"

Miserable screams rang out as blood spurted forth, staining the ground red.

The tide-like offensive of Yuan Sect was forcibly halted by Ling Qingzhu alone.

In the sky, Yuan Sect's Great Elder watched the Yuan Sect disciples suffer heavy casualties with indifference. Black light surged in his eyes, yet he showed not the slightest trace of heartache. He merely waved his hand casually.

At the sight, the three sinister-faced Samsara Stage Old Men behind him sneered and swept forward together.

The three moved simultaneously, appearing before the Yuan Sect disciples in the next instant.

With a cold snort, the three attacked at once. Black radiance churned in their eyes as surging Yuan Power spread out, forming layers of Light Screens that blocked every incoming light sword.

"Slaughter Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!"

The three shouted coldly. The blocked Yuan Sect disciples immediately answered with bloodshot eyes, then charged toward the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace disciples in the rear.

Ling Qingzhu