Lu Jiuyuan and Lu Xueqi Unleash Ultimates to Clear the Screen

"Pass down the order." Li Xun's voice returned to a state of calm, so calm it sounded as if he were speaking of the most mundane matter. "Gather everyone, prepare to depart."

"Yes! Are we going to reinforce Black Stone City?"

"Reinforce?" Li Xun glanced at him, a look that sent a deeper chill down the disciple's spine.

"Of course we must reinforce it. Fenxiang Valley disciples hold the lives of the common people in their hearts; how could we sit idly by while they suffer?"

He paused, his gaze returning to that bank of black clouds.

"However, the method of reinforcement... must be handled with some finesse."

The disciple dared not ask further, bowed his head to acknowledge the order, and hurried away.

Li Xun stood alone on the cliff, watching the direction where the black clouds churned in the distance.

The wind blew up from the valley, whipping his robes, the crimson hem looking like a fire on the verge of extinction in the twilight.

Lu Jiuyuan.

His fingers slowly tightened inside his sleeves, his knuckles emitting a faint cracking sound.

Three strikes and you're out.

This time, I must kill you!

Li Xun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging venom in his chest, and turned to walk down the cliff.

Outside Black Stone City, the roar of the beast tide shook the heavens and the earth.

On the city walls, the garrison soldiers and cultivators were resisting with their lives, arrows and spells pouring down like rain, shooting down beast after beast at the foot of the wall.

But there were too many beasts; one wave fell, and another took its place, as if they were endless.

The people in the city hid in cellars, temples, and ancestral halls, shivering as they listened to the inhuman roars outside.

Some prayed in low voices, some wept silently, and some huddled in corners holding their children, stuffing the last of their rations into the children's mouths.

The people from Fenxiang Valley had not yet arrived.

Although Black Stone City was remote, it was still within the sphere of influence of Fenxiang Valley.

The city governor had already sent seven letters of distress, each one disappearing into the void without a reply.

"Send another! The eighth one!" The governor was an old man with graying hair; his cultivation was not high, but he had guarded this city for thirty years, and he had watched every brick and every inch of the wall being built.

At this moment, he stood on the ramparts, his armor stained with the blood of beasts, the blade in his hand already notched.

"My lord, we have already sent seven... the people from Fenxiang Valley are not coming..."

"Then send the eighth! Send them until they arrive!" the old man roared hoarsely, hacking down a beast that had climbed onto the wall before stumbling, steadying himself only by gripping the battlements.

Just then, a streak of green light suddenly lit up the distant horizon. The radiance was sharp and pure, like a bolt of lightning cleaving the darkness, carrying a vast and righteous aura as it plunged straight into the beast tide.

BOOM!!!

The green light exploded, and dozens of beasts were sent flying by the shockwave, collapsing into pools of blood with miserable howls.

Everyone on the city wall looked up. In the twilight, dozens of figures flew in from the horizon, white robes fluttering, sword light like a rainbow.

Leading them was a young man in green robes with a long sword, his face cold and stern, his aura as vast as the sea.

Behind him followed a woman in white, the Tianya Sword unsheathed, blue light flowing; wherever she passed, the beasts retreated.

Lu Jiuyuan looked at the dense mass of beasts before him and suddenly asked, "Are you afraid?"

Lu Xueqi turned her head to look at him. "With you here, I am not."

The corners of Lu Jiuyuan's mouth lifted slightly.

The two exchanged a glance; no extra words were needed, a single look was enough.

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, the Tianya Sword slowly raised, its tip pointing toward the sky.

Lu Jiuyuan's Chengying Sword unsheathed at the same time, the green sword light and the blue sword light intertwining, carving two tangled arcs across the sky.

Both of them formed hand seals simultaneously.

Lu Jiuyuan's fingers were slender and powerful, his seals flowing like water, each movement carrying the thick, profound spiritual power unique to the Taiqing Realm.

Lu Xueqi's movements were equally fluid, her cultivation in the Shangqing Realm fully revealed, every gesture as precise as if it had been measured.

"Nine Heavens Profound Thunderbolt, transform into divine thunder."

Their voices overlapped, one deep and one clear, like the echoes of a mountain stream and a deep pool.

The world went silent for an instant.

The wind stopped, the beast roars stopped, and even the breathing of the disciples on the city wall ceased.

Only those two lines of incantation echoed in the night sky, word by word, as clear as if carved into stone.

"Majestic heavenly might, summoned by the sword."

As the words fell, the sky above cracked open.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down from the clouds, not toward the ground, but toward the void between the two of them.

Immediately following were the second and third strikes; countless bolts of lightning wove together into a massive electric net, illuminating the entire city wall as bright as day.

Lu Jiuyuan's robes snapped violently in the power of the lightning, his long hair dancing in the gale, yet his figure remained motionless. He pointed the Chengying Sword toward the sky, purple electric arcs coiling around the blade.

Lu Xueqi stood by his side, the Tianya Sword likewise pointed upward. Blue light and purple lightning merged together, drowning their figures in a brilliant radiance.

"Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique—Fall!"

The two swung their swords in unison.

BOOM!!!

Countless bolts of thunder poured down from the electric net, plunging into the beast tide like angry dragons.

The miserable howls of the demonic beasts rose one after another.

Those scarlet eyes finally revealed expressions of terror. The beasts in the front tried to retreat, while those in the back continued to surge forward; the beast tide descended into chaos before the city gate, trampling one another and slaughtering their own kind.

The lightning continued to fall, bolt after bolt, each one clearing a blank space within the beast tide.

The soil on the ground was churned up, the charred pits filled with the corpses of demonic beasts, and the air was permeated with a burnt, roasted stench.

The Qingyun disciples snapped out of their stupor, one after another summoning their flying swords, sending sword lights of various colors raining down into the beast tide.

Those demonic beasts scattered by the divine thunder had no time to reorganize before their lives were reaped by the flying swords.

Someone used the Pojun Sword Technique of Dazhu Peak, the sword momentum fierce and powerful, splitting the head of a Giant Wolf in one strike.

Someone used the Falling Leaf Sword Technique of Fenghui Peak, the sword movements light and agile, specifically piercing the eyes and throats of the beasts.

Someone used the Rosy Cloud Sword Formation of Luoxia Peak, several streaks of sword light weaving into a net to trap and shred a group of Venomous Lizards.

The battle lasted less than half an hour.

The last few demonic beasts let out terrified whimpers before turning and fleeing into the dark mountain forest.

The area before the city gate fell silent, leaving only corpses scattered everywhere and the pervasive scent of blood.

The soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at everything that had transpired, then erupted into hoarse cheers.

"We won! We won!"

The old city guardian knelt on the city wall, bowing deeply in the direction of Lu Jiuyuan and Lu Xueqi.

Lu Jiuyuan sheathed his sword, the Chengying Sword emitting a clear hum as the purple lightning on the blade slowly dissipated.

He turned to look at Lu Xueqi, who happened to be looking over as well, and the two shared a smile.

A thin layer of sweat coated Lu Xueqi's forehead, shimmering faintly under the firelight.

Lu Jiuyuan raised his hand and wiped it away with his sleeve.

Lu Xueqi did not dodge, allowing him to wipe it, though her cheeks and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

"Are you tired?"

"I'm alright."

"That strike just now was much better than when you practiced before."

Lu Xueqi looked up at him, the corners of her mouth curving upward. "It was because your coordination was good."

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a flurry of hurried footsteps.