Everyone could not help wanting to curse, thinking to themselves:
Was it that we didn't want to stand there? You forced every last one of us back in one go and cleared the place out. How could anyone still be there?
Beside the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword.
Situ Xue strolled around the blade, as though communicating with the sword.
The people around her had already been blocked off by the other disciples of Immortal Feather Mountain.
Unfortunately, not every faction was like the Ye Lineage, whose prodigies were all top-tier geniuses.
The geniuses of the other factions clearly lacked the ability to fight off a crowd alone.
The combined assault of multiple factions made them suffer bitterly.
Outnumbered, the disciples of Immortal Feather Mountain were already showing signs of defeat.
They could not help calling anxiously to Situ Xue.
"Junior Sister Situ, can you persuade the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword? We can't hold on anymore."
No sooner had they spoken than the disciples of Immortal Feather Mountain were driven back step by step, then sent flying by the incoming attacks.
Situ Xue blinked, then gently raised her fair hand, a luminous white glow lighting up her fingertips.
Every falling disciple of Immortal Feather Mountain was actually caught by this luminous white True Qi and lowered steadily to the ground.
Even in such peril, she showed no panic, and her pure bearing remained entirely unaffected.
She smiled sweetly at everyone. "Everyone, I really like this sword. Why are you being so heavy-handed?"
At the sound of her voice, all of them actually began to waver a little.
Those words, like the voice of an immortal, made them stop attacking without realizing it.
Watching them stop their attacks, Xie Qianli could not help feeling puzzled and asked Ye Wushuang:
"That shouldn't be right. Fairy Situ Xue of Immortal Feather Mountain is indeed beautiful, but surely she shouldn't cause such a big reaction?"
"They're all geniuses from their respective factions, after all. How could they fail to resist this much temptation?"
Ye Wushuang was resting with his eyes closed. He said, "Presumably, this is one of the mountain lord of Immortal Feather Mountain's divine abilities, called the Immortal Sound Illusory Realm."
"It's a mental illusion divine ability that kills without a trace."
"Without realizing it, these people begin wanting to obey the caster's words. They don't even notice anything unusual themselves."
Hearing this, Xie Qianli gave him a thumbs-up and said in astonishment:
"You can do that? The clan elders really weren't lying to me. Women out in the world are far too frightening."
Ye Wushuang joked:
"What else did you expect? Did you think you could get by outside just by fighting and killing? A fool like you had better watch out, or next time you'll be swindled out of even the clothes on your back."
Xie Qianli did not take it to heart, however, and kept chuckling.
"Still, getting swindled by someone as stunningly beautiful as Fairy Situ Xue wouldn't be so bad."
Ye Wushuang opened his eyes, glanced at Xie Qianli, and nodded slightly.
As long as you're happy!
Fairy Situ Xue hasn't even cast her Immortal Sound Illusory Realm over here. Xie Qianli, you brat, I think you're simply a drooling lecher.
Seemingly sensing Ye Wushuang's gaze, Situ Xue actually turned toward his group.
Situ Xue gave Ye Wushuang a sweet smile, and her lovely voice rang out.
"White-haired Heavenly Son, big brother, look at all those bad people. I'm scared. Will you help me?"
After speaking, she even remembered to put on a sobbing expression.
In truth, behind her covering hands, her eyes revealed a playful, sly look.
Combined with her snow-white dress and pure bearing, it was devastatingly effective.
Watching her, Xie Qianli wanted to rush over in Ye Wushuang's place and protect the fairy.
Ye Wushuang merely gave a soft "heh" and brushed his sleeve, as though he had heard nothing.
These pure little white flowers were the most ruthless at trapping people, with a pack of simps vying to do things for them.
The words of a little green tea bitch and the demeanor of a white moonlight-truly a lethal weapon against male cultivators.
I, Ye Wushuang, would call her the strongest little white tea.
Seeing that Ye Wushuang paid her no attention, Situ Xue gave a soft huff.
Situ Xue looked toward the people closing in around her. Her smile faded, and her expression became cool once more.
She said calmly, "I'm very angry now. You injured the disciples of my Immortal Feather Mountain. You'll have to pay for that."
"Since you wouldn't leave when I gave you the chance, I'll have you carried out lying down."
A shocking sight unfolded. With a wave of Situ Xue's fair hand, the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword actually flew into her hand of its own accord.
The first sage's sword had already been subdued before the fight over it was even finished.
Ye Wushuang was also somewhat surprised and thought to himself.
I've heard that the mountain lord of Immortal Feather Mountain's disciples each have their own talents. It really is true.
Presumably, this spirit communion power is an ability granted to Situ Xue by her constitution.
It could actually help Situ Xue communicate with the spirit of the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword and subdue the holy sword ahead of time.
Although everyone failed to understand the reason behind it, they all marveled at the power of this ability.
The sight before them also left those surrounding the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword utterly speechless. How were they supposed to compete now?
Before the contest had even begun, its outcome had already been decided.
The others' faces looked like burning coal.
Amid the pitch-black darkness, traces of heated red showed through.
Everyone reluctantly accepted this reality and intended to withdraw, only to discover that their spiritual power seemed to have been suppressed.
Holding the Immortal Spirit Holy Sword, Situ Xue unleashed its holy might.
Situ Xue swept an indifferent gaze over everyone, her eyes utterly cold. "How could things be so convenient? You want to leave after injuring people? Did I give you permission to go?"
She turned slightly sideways and gently raised her wrist. The sword moved with her, unleashing Immortal Spirit Sword Qi.
The enemy cultivators fought back with all their might, but before the power of a sage's sword, they failed to stir even half a ripple.
The blade trembled slightly, deflecting every attack. None of them could rise again; all lay on the ground.
From beginning to end, Situ Xue maintained her indifferent expression. With only casual swings of her sword, she suppressed them all.
These people were already weaker than Situ Xue. With a sage's sword in her hand as well, it was simply a one-sided stomping of noobs.
She raised her eyes slightly, her pure bearing becoming even purer.
Situ Xue's expression changed again, revealing a radiant smile. "White-haired Heavenly Son, big brother, am I impressive?"
Having just watched Situ Xue display her might, Xie Qianli swallowed and stammered:
"Y-Ye... Brother Ye, th-this f-fairy is more than I can handle, too."
Xie Qianli could not help questioning his life. Were all the female prodigies in the north this fierce? He was so frightened that he wanted to go straight home.
Beside the Dark Spirit Holy Sword.
At that moment, every cultivator who dared approach was slaughtered on the spot, without even a chance to flee.
The group from the Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty led by Ming Ye used extremely cruel methods, leaving no survivors.
Ming Ye had even forcibly devoured the power of several prodigies.
Everyone beside the Dark Spirit Holy Sword looked furious. "Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty, you're going too far."
Ming Ye merely gave a crazed smile. "If you're afraid of being devoured by me, then get far away. Ants don't deserve to lay a finger on this Holy Sword of Darkness."
Beside the Holy Sword of Darkness, everyone shouted angrily, preparing to attack together.
Ming Ye's figure flickered. Like a ghost, without the slightest whisper of wind, he appeared directly before the few people at the very front.
He twisted his wrist, and pitch-black Nine Nether Qi surged forth, forcibly trapping them.
The others had just moved to rescue them when the group from the Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty blocked their way.
Ming Ye was actually forcibly absorbing the True Qi of those few people at the front!
A moment later, several figures shrouded in Nine Nether Qi collapsed. They had long since lost every trace of life.
The brutal scene sent a chill through everyone.
Seeing the fate of those at the front, most of the cultivators lost the will to compete and gradually withdrew.
After all, the Nine Nether Imperial Dynasty was the strongest faction beside this Holy Sword of Darkness.
With their leader Ming Ye's ruthlessness added to that, stubbornly charging forward would only mean handing over their heads for nothing.
They were no fools. They understood that as long as the green hills remained, there would be no fear of running out of firewood.
Watching everyone retreat, Ming Ye gave a low snort of laughter in his throat. "A bunch of ants."
Ming Ye approached the holy sword but did not take the Holy Sword of Darkness.
He gave a deranged grin and actually began devouring the Holy Sword of Darkness's Sword Qi directly!