A Target of Misplaced Wrath, Battling the Void Heaven Realm

"This is the Demon Realm."

Gu Yuanqing stared blankly at the Two-Headed Flood Dragon in the Cloud Layer.

Uncle Zhou was Cultivator at the Divine Platform Realm, which would be equivalent to Ji Qingyun in the Floating World. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he died and his cultivation vanished.

The reason for this was that a Demon Snake was killed in this mountain, and this snake happened to have a powerful background.

There were no Great Demon around. Sensing the presence of the demons, the Demon Beast on the ground all prostrated themselves or burrowed into their caves, daring not to make the slightest move.

After a long while, the Two-Headed Flood Dragon withdrew its aura, and with a gust of wind, it disappeared into the Cloud Layer and quickly disappeared into the distance.

"The deceased young man seems to be the grandson of the Sword Lord of the North Dragon Sword Sect. It is said that there are also Great Cultivator at the Void Heaven Realm in this sect. This matter is unlikely to end here. However, none of this concerns me. Conflicts between humans and demons are commonplace in this realm."

Gu Yuanqing withdrew his gaze, looking thoughtfully at North Spring Mountain.

"The Celestial Person Cultivator only happened to be passing by when they discovered North Spring Mountain. Today, several people came and easily identified that this mountain belongs to Human Race Cultivator. I need to find a way to conceal it, otherwise, a mountain belonging to Human Race Cultivator is far too conspicuous among these Hundred Thousand Great Mountains."

All he wants now is to be undisturbed and be able to cultivate in peace, but even such a simple request seems like a luxury.

He took a walk around the mountains and gave Aunt Feng some pointers.

When I returned to my own Courtyard, my heart skipped a beat.

Looking up into the distance, I saw a Sword Light coming from afar, hovering above the site of the previous battle, before falling down.

This place is about seventy miles away from Gu Yuanqing. Gu Yuanqing's Divine Sense cannot reach it, but he could see some things if he used his Pupil Technique, but he did not want to do so.

Chang Beilong, the leader of the North Dragon Sword Sect, stood on the ground with a gloomy face. He raised his hand and several fragments of Flying Sword fell into his hand. He could easily identify that this sword was the Water Cloud Sword that he had personally given to Chang Ze.

The lingering aura of the North Dragon Sword Sect Swordsmanship indicates that its Chang Ze, Changze and Zhou Qing, died here.

He took a few steps and saw several corpses in the mountains. He raised his hand and several Token fell into his hand. Suddenly, he waved his hand and lifted a boulder, revealing a body that was charred black all over.

He raised his hand and pulled it in, injecting a stream of Demonic Essence into it.

A moment later, a groan was heard.

"Tell me, who is it?" Chang Beilong asked indifferently.

"Two... headed... dragon, sword... master... save me." The man's voice was broken, hoarse, and weak.

"Tell me what happened." Chang Beilong said indifferently.

"Your subordinate follows the young master..."

After a moment, the man recounted what had happened in fits and starts, but his breathing grew weaker and weaker, or perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death. He reached out and tightly gripped Chang Beilong's boots.

He pleaded, "Your subordinate... has done everything in his power, Sword Lord, please save me."

Chang Beilong simply said, "Ze'er is already dead, why are you still alive?"

The man's charred face contorted into a grotesque expression, and he suddenly widened his scorched eyes.

A Sword Qi flashed, and the man who had narrowly escaped death from the Two-Headed Flood Dragon was instantly killed.

The Flying Sword flew out of its Sword Scabbard on Chang Beilong's back. He kicked away the hand gripping his boot, leaped up, stood on the Flying Sword, and transformed into a streak of Sword Light as he disappeared.

When he reached the air, he looked back at the location of North Spring Mountain one last time.

Gu Yuanqing sensed a killing intent spreading towards North Spring Mountain, and frowned slightly as he watched the receding Sword Light light.

"This is utterly baffling!"

Gu Yuanqing shook his head and returned to the courtyard to continue his cultivation.

Before long, a faint rumbling sound could be heard from afar.

Half an hour later, two sounds like Dragon Roar rang out.

A moment later, a streak of light returned along the same path and stopped abruptly near North Spring Mountain. A somewhat disheveled Chang Beilong stood on the sword, his face grim. He raised his hand and slashed, sending a hundred-foot sword beam descending from the sky.

Gu Yuanqing sensed something and had already stopped his practice. He snorted coldly and used the power of North Spring Mountain to neutralize the Sword Light.

Chang Beilong raised an eyebrow and unleashed two more Sword Light, each wielded as a finger.

As Gu Yuanqing deflected the Sword Qi, he leaped to the mountaintop, the Cloudmist dissipating. "We have no grudge against each other, you have gone too far."

Chang Beilong stared at Gu Yuanqing, his tone icy, and said, "We are both Human Race, so why do you forbid the people of my North Dragon Sword Sect from entering the mountain? Why don't you help when the Demon Beast kill people?"

Gu Yuanqing chuckled in exasperation, "So, unable to kill that Two-Headed Python, you've come to me to vent your anger?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Beilong seemed enraged. "So you really saw that monster kill my grandson! Fine, he's dead, you can be buried with him!"

As he spoke, Jian Fei from beneath his feet. He Firm Resolve his fist, and the Flying Sword grew larger, eventually becoming over a hundred feet long.

The Sword Qi energy soared into the sky, tearing apart the surrounding Cloudmist. With a furious roar, the giant sword fell towards North Spring Mountain, as if to cleave the mountain in two.

Gu Yuanqing was also somewhat angry. "What does your grandson's death have to do with me? If you want to take your anger out on me, you've picked the wrong person!"

Gu Yuanqing, who had been inexplicably confronted, could hardly contain his emotions. The Heavenly Human Sacred Hall was a behemoth, and he could only endure it. But what was the North Dragon Sword Sect anyway?

Does having the cultivation level of the Void Heaven Realm give you the right to kill indiscriminately?

Gu Yuanqing, who had long since merged with the power of North Spring Mountain, had a cold expression. He raised his hand and used the power of North Spring Mountain to transform it into a giant palm and reach for the Flying Sword.

The two forces collided in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling light that eclipsed the blazing sun.

A strong wind swept up, causing trees on the surrounding mountains to fall and countless Demon Beast to scatter and flee.

The animals in North Spring Mountain were also frightened and hid away.

Chang Beilong was even more enraged when he sensed Gu Yuanqing's power, believing that if this person had saved him, his grandson would not have died.

Thinking back to thirty years ago, when his two sons were killed, this grandson became the most beloved one. He was always specially arranged to be protected by Divine Platform Cultivator when he went out, but today he has died.

He was no match for the Two-Headed Flood Dragon and returned in a sorry state, venting all his resentment and anger on Gu Yuanqing.

As he activated his Cultivation Method, Demonic Flame erupted from his body. With a flick of his Sword-Finger, the hundred-zhang giant sword suddenly shrank, detaching from the hand formed by North Spring Mountain. It drew a circle in the air and then plunged straight down from mid-air. For every One Zhang it descended, the Flying Sword grew three fen larger, until it was once again a hundred zhang long.

Demonic Flame ignited on the sword, then transformed into the shape of a giant dragon, lunging towards the mountain where Gu Yuanqing was located.

Gu Yuanqing felt the space inside the dragon's mouth begin to collapse, realizing that this was already the power of the Void Heaven Realm.

He dared not underestimate it. He took a deep breath, and the Green Mountain Phantom appeared on his body, rapidly growing larger until it merged with North Spring Mountain, entering a deep state of Man-Mountain Unity.

He also made a Sword Art, and the Demon Subduing Sword out from his Storage Bag. He poured his True Essence into it, and the sword quickly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already tens of feet in size. Crystalline sword light pulsed on the sword's body, and boundless power emanated from it.

With a thought, the sword flew upwards, and the power of North Spring Mountain Empowerment to it.

Having nurtured this sword for so long, Gu Yuanqing's Divine Sense has become increasingly aligned with it. The weight no longer weighs on his Divine Sense, and the more he understands it, the more he realizes the sword's extraordinary nature.

Chang Beilong sneered inwardly. This person in front of him was also a sword cultivator, but he had chosen the wrong path to fight him with swords.

His sword is called the Great Void Dragon Demon Sword. It was forged by using various Rare Materials obtained through half a lifetime of savings and the Demonic Dragon Blood. It has already entered the ranks of Upper-Grade Dharma Treasure. Although it is only Void Heaven Treasure, it can become Heavenly Human Treasure Being once he becomes Celestial Person and tempers it with the Heavenly Human Law.

He dared to venture into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and fight Two-Headed Flood Dragon. This sword was his only weapon. Even though he was no match for it, he still almost managed to cut off one of the dragon's heads.

Chang Beilong snorted coldly, circulated his internal Cultivation Method again, and poured all his strength into his Flying Sword, preparing to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

In the blink of an eye, the two swords clashed.

Chang Beilong's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the Demonic Essence on the tip of his sword was slightly stagnant, and the power of his sword moves was greatly reduced. The Great Void Demonic Dragon Sword lost the Empowerment Demonic Essence, and the True-Origin Sword Formation on the sword also stopped for a moment.

This was a direct confrontation; the sword, stripped of all its Empowerment, could only rely on its own material to clash with the opponent's Flying Sword, and the outcome was self-evident.

The dragon's head crumbled inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, the precious sword shattered on the spot.

He felt a pang of pain in his heart, a pain worse than if his grandson had died!

But there was no time to think about anything else now. Gu Yuanqing turned his Sword-Finger, and the Demon Subduing Sword, Empowerment by the power of North Spring Mountain, hurtled towards Chang Beilong with Lightning speed.

With the sword shattered and Chang Beilong's mind damaged, his reaction was slowed by half a beat, and he had no time to retreat. He could only pat his waist, and several more Jian Fei. He usually nurtured these swords and could immediately control them in battle, but they were still far inferior to the Great Void Dragon Demon Sword.

Moreover, he immediately realized that the incoming swords were not right; hundreds of sword shadows appeared around him.

"This is no ordinary Swordsmanship, but Sword Formation! A single sword strike can form a formation—which famous sword is this?"

His expression changed drastically. He steadied himself, controlled his Flying Sword, and retreated continuously.

But he immediately understood why his Great Void Dragon Demon Sword had suddenly malfunctioned.

As the Sword Formation enveloped everything, a Green Mountain also pressed down, affecting all the Demonic Essence in his body. The Flying Sword he wielded went out of control, and the Sword Formation fell the next second.

With a roar, all resistance vanished, countless fragments of Flying Sword fell, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, and dense Demonic Qi scattered in all directions.

Gu Yuanqing was slightly taken aback. A Void Heaven Realm expert had been so easily killed by him?

Could it be that the combined power of North Spring Mountain and the Demon Subduing Sword Formation is so great that it exceeds my expectations?

But something still felt off. Even if Chang Beilong, as a sword cultivator, had lost his treasured sword, how could a Void Heaven Realm Cultivator not have other trump cards?

In this Demon Realm, one could face Life and Death at any moment. If that were the case, he didn't think Chang Beilong could have survived until now.

Think of Zuo Qiu and Gong Xin, each of them possesses countless treasures. Even if the Demon Realm cannot compare to the Cultivation World, it shouldn't be this bad.

Gu Yuanqing used his mind to pull Chang Beilong's belongings back to North Spring Mountain, especially the Storage Bag, which he deliberately avoided when the Sword Formation descended.

He easily opened the Storage Bag, and upon seeing its contents, he realized something was amiss. There were quite a few items inside, including various Demonic Spirit Stone, Restoration Pill, Flying Sword, and miscellaneous items.

But these things are completely inferior to Lan Tinglie's Storage Bag.

"The North Dragon Sword Sect is considered a major sect, and its leader is a Void Heaven Realm cultivator. Even if he had few personal belongings, he wouldn't be in such a state!"

"This should be a Puppet Avatar!"

Gu Yuanqing had already made a judgment in his mind, and this judgment made him frown. The other party probably wouldn't let it go easily. What bad luck!

In a secret room at the Residence of the North Dragon Sword Sect in Qizhou Prefecture, Chang Beilong opened his eyes. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His face was slightly pale. His Avatar had been killed, and his Divine Soul had also been damaged.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face turning ashen. The loss this time was too great; this Avatar and the Great Void Dragon Demon Sword were almost half of his fortune. Thinking of his grandson being killed, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"There is such Human Race Expert in the Iron Eater Tribe's Residence, very good, very good!"

If it were a normal day, dealing with you might be a bit troublesome.

"But under the Nine-Sound Heavenly King Bell, you still dare to reside among foreign tribes? You're practically courting death!"