The Supreme Purity Lineage, Ao Lie Receives the Sword
The bustling alleyways of the capital city of the Great Yan, next to Vermilion Bird Avenue.
It was nearly noon, and the sun was high in the sky. Steam was rising from the wonton stall at the alley entrance. Feng Xu sat down on the long wooden bench, and his fingertips had just touched the rough porcelain teacup when he suddenly looked up at the sky.
Thousands of meters in the sky, a golden shadow pierced through the clouds and swooped down in his direction. It was the Golden-Eyed Eagle, the messenger of the Gold-Wielding Guard, who could transmit messages over thousands of miles.
As the Gold-Wielding Guard oversee Martial Dao sects and Aristocratic Clan, they naturally possess an intelligence network that surpasses all others, keeping every move in the martial arts world firmly in their grasp.
In the blink of an eye, the golden eagle swooped down to the alley entrance, folded its wings, and landed steadily on Feng Xu's shoulder. Its hooked beak rubbed against his ear, behaving very obediently.
Feng Xu raised his hand and removed the communication tube tied to the golden eagle's leg. The moment his fingertips touched the tube wrapped with fiery red silk thread, his brows furrowed abruptly.
A letter wrapped in red silk—this is an urgent message, to be used only in matters of great importance!
Upon receiving the urgent report, Feng Xu glanced at it, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately stood up and disappeared from the spot.
Before long, Feng Xu appeared in front of a quiet mansion at the foot of the imperial city.
The mansion was very large. To the right were several square paddy fields with tender green rice seedlings and shimmering water. To the left was a lakeside with a small path made of gravel running through the middle.
In the capital city, where land is incredibly valuable, only the emperor in the palace and the powerful Old Wang could have managed to control the entire lakeside area.
"Your Old Wang! Urgent! From the East Sea! The Incense-Smelling Cult has besieged the East Sea Dragon Palace! The Guardian King has also made his move, personally overseeing the defenses. They're determined to conquer the East Sea Dragon Palace!"
Feng Xu stood bowing on the edge of the field, reporting in a deep voice, his tone full of urgency.
In the paddy field, an elderly man dressed in coarse cloth and shorts was bending over, looking no different from any other old farmer in the fields.
He didn't even glance at Feng Xu, just nodded to indicate that he understood, and continued tending to the rice seedlings in front of him.
It seemed that the collapse of the entire East Sea Dragon Palace was not as important as the paddy field in front of him.
Helpless, Feng Xu had no choice but to step forward and quietly recount the whole story.
Upon hearing a certain name, the old man finally raised his head, a smile appearing on his face, "Old Mo's set of boxing techniques is indeed very interesting and powerful. However, it's obvious that he didn't come up with it himself. Thinking about it, it must be that young fellow surnamed Yu. A hero emerges from among the young."
Feng Xu frowned, then suddenly looked horrified, realizing what the Old Wang meant.
That fist technique, which supposedly had the high expectations of the Dharma Aspect experts on the Heaven Ranking, wasn't created by that Great Hero Mo, but by Yu Tunzhou?!
Why would the Great Hero Mo take his place? Was it for protection?
For a moment, Feng Xu almost forgot about the crisis in the East Sea.
The old man straightened up, pointed to the paddy field, and asked Feng Xu, "Little Xu, do you know that since the founding of our Great Yan Dynasty, even during its most prosperous period, the people have never enjoyed a life free from worries about food and clothing, with meat at every meal? Do you know why?"
"Please enlighten me Old Wang."
"It's very simple," the old man chuckled. "Some high-ranking officials don't care; while others believe that Human Race is far from being able to live a peaceful life. With powerful enemies all around, Human Race needs internal strife and the nurturing of 'gu' (a type of supernatural force) to cultivate top-tier talents."
"Of course, in my opinion, it's more about not caring."
"Otherwise, given the level of attainment of the Dao Venerable and the Buddha back then, wouldn't it have been simple for them to feed everyone in the world? Just a wave of their hand."
"It is said that after the Human Emperor attained enlightenment, he devoted himself to studying all arts and crafts, not for himself, but for the sake of all living beings. Among them, the Dao of Alchemy inherited by Floating Hill Mountain was one of them. It is also said that the Human Emperor was particularly skilled in agriculture. However, in the end, most of these things were lost."
Is it really lost?
The old man paused, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "I doubt it. Most likely, they've been taken into the private treasuries of those Aristocratic Clan and clans, locked away."
"Therefore, my greatest wish in life is to confiscate the property of all the noble Aristocratic Clan in the world. Alas, I was born in the Great Yan, and I am destined never to do so."
Feng Xu broke out in a cold sweat as he listened, suddenly recalling a rumor he had heard years ago.
The key point of this passage is not that the Old Wang wanted to confiscate the property of the Aristocratic Clan families in the land, but that he couldn't do it if he were born in the Great Yan.
Why can't it be done?
Because the Old Wang wanted to reclaim Central Plains and use this opportunity to completely sweep away the entrenched powerful Aristocratic Clan and clans!
This is something that can only be achieved in times of chaos.
The old man sighed, "The court of the Great Yan Dynasty is becoming more and more boring. I really hope my Yanleng family can grow up quickly."
At this moment, Feng Xu felt that he shouldn't have come here today!
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." The old man waved his hand and said, "I can't be bothered with the East Sea. A bunch of worms who never learn their lesson should be beaten up more often. They're unwilling to even open the Dragon Gate, as if I've dug up their ancestral graves."
"Let Incense-Smelling Cult them a lesson."
Feng Xu asked worriedly, "Will something bad happen?"
"What could possibly happen?" the old man said calmly. "Why have we been unable to wipe out the Incense-Smelling Cult? Because the Incense-Smelling Cult doesn't have a fixed stronghold. If they really dare to occupy the East Sea Dragon Palace and claim that land, they'll be setting themselves up in a cage. They're not that stupid."
"Go ahead, you don't need to come all the way here to report these trivial matters to me anymore."
"By the way, that little guy named Yu Tunzhou, you can tell me more about him in the future."
Yuhe Zhang Household.
"Second Uncle, I've heard news of Tunzhou?!"
Zhang Qinghe strode into the Zhang family's council hall and saw his second uncle, his father, and the second master, one of the only two remaining External Scenery of the clan.
Seeing Zhang Qinghe rashly barge into this place, the three did not blame him. Zhang Zhengci laughed and said, "That's right, Nephew Yu, you traveled Coming Dragon River and happened to be invited to the water banquet of that Lord Hibernating Dragon. You caused quite a scene and offended an elder of the East Sea Dragon Palace. Later, when you left the water palace, you were attacked by that Dragon Race elder—"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qinghe exclaimed in shock and anger, "External Scenery forces to deal with a mere junior Form Refinement?! Has he completely disregarded the rules of the martial world?!"
"It was indeed against the rules," the second master said slowly. "Fortunately, Lord Hibernating Dragon intervened and saved Young Hero Yu Jiese from Shaolin Temple, and An Ruyu from the Incense-Smelling Cult."
"Is An Ruyu still chasing Tunzhou?" Zhang Qinghe exclaimed in surprise.
"There seems to be more to this than meets the eye," the Second Master mused. "According to our information, Young Hero Yu made a bet with Ao Qingxiao of the East Sea during the water banquet. After winning, the East Sea seemed unwilling to acknowledge it. Suddenly, An Ruyu appeared, pulled out Ao Qingxiao's dragon tendons, and then presented them to Young Hero Yu in front of everyone—"
"They forcibly extracted the dragon's tendons?!" Zhang Qinghe gasped, gritting his teeth. "Truly worthy of Incense-Smelling Cult!"
He suddenly realized what was happening and asked blankly, "What do you mean by 'sacrificed to the Tunzhou '?"
Second Master said seriously, "The news is not yet confirmed, and there are too many doubts. For example, how did An Ruyu forcibly peel off Ao Qingxiao's dragon tendons in front of several External Scenery?"
Zhang Qinghe suddenly realized that it was just a rumor.
"We are still confirming this matter. The only thing we can confirm at the moment is that Nephew Yu is not in mortal danger. He is traveling Coming Dragon River with the monk who Jiese fourth on the Dragon and Tiger Ranking. It seems that they are planning to go to the Southeast Commandery and then take a detour to the Northern Plains."
"Why didn't Tunzhou come back to find us?" Zhang Qinghe asked, puzzled.
Zhang Zhengci and said, "Nephew Yu, this trip is for you to gain experience in the martial world, not to seek refuge with my Zhang Household. What you should be concerned about now is the upcoming autumn hunt."
After Zhang Qinghe left, Zhang Zhengci said in a deep voice, "As things stand, this matter is no small thing; it also involves the struggle between the Incense-Smelling Cult and the East Sea Dragon Palace."
Second Master analyzed, "Not only that, the Dragon Gate is about to open. With such a big problem in the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Great Yan side won't miss it. Now it's just a matter of whether the Incense-Smelling Cult or the Gold-Wielding Guard can act faster."
Hidden deep in the clouds, a Daoist temple conceals the traces of immortals.
An old Daoist priest stood with his hands behind his back in front of a pond. The pond was lush with greenery and lotus flowers stood gracefully, a scene of high summer.
It was Daoist Shouxin, who had been away from Luofu Grotto-Heaven for almost half a year and had now returned to the lineage. He turned his head, glanced at the middle-aged Daoist meditating by the pond, and asked with a smile, "Yunsong, when are you planning to break through to the Dharma Aspect? Let me, your grand-uncle, benefit from this and walk with my head held high."
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The middle-aged Daoist priest finished his meditation and sighed helplessly, "Why did my grand-uncle have to tease me like this?"
Everyone knows that the Supreme Purity Lineage has not produced Dharma Aspect for over a thousand years.
It's not that the Supreme Purity Lineage lacks capable people, but rather that the High Antiquity traditions have been subjected to an invisible suppression in this era.
The older they are, the more so, just as their great principles have been denied.
Therefore, everyone is trying new approaches.
For example, the Nanhua Sect aspires to add the character "sword" before the character "sect".
Meanwhile, the True Martial Sect is attempting to integrate the practices of deities and incense offerings.
Among the ancestral temples of Daoist School, only the Supreme Purity Lineage has remained true to its traditions, and thus has not produced a single Dharma Aspect for over a thousand years.
Even so, no one in the world dares to underestimate the Supreme Purity Dharma Lineage, because in this era, whether it is Daoist School, Buddhist School, or even the heretical sects that claim to uphold and inherit the High Antiquity tradition, none can compare to the "orderly inheritance" of the Supreme Purity Lineage.
The orderly transmission of knowledge involves not only principles and methods, but also tools and objects.
The instrument is a tool for upholding the teachings.
The sacred artifacts of the Supreme Purity Lineage are four immortal swords and a formation diagram.
Throughout history, anyone who wields one of the Four Immortal Swords, even if only at the level of External Scenery, possesses a level of destructive power comparable to Dharma Aspect.
In this generation, three of the four immortal swords of Highest Purity chose their "hosts".
There are even rumors that the array diagram has chosen its master in this lifetime.
When the array diagram is unveiled and the three swords are combined, it is estimated that they will be able to unleash at least the power of the Peak Dharma Aspect Realm, or even above.
With such a foundation, who in the world would dare to underestimate it?
The old Daoist Daoist Yunsong, who was the host of one of the immortal swords.
Daoist Yunsong rose, bowed respectfully, and then asked, "Grandmaster Uncle, is there something you need today?"
The old Daoist priest, with his hands behind his back, grunted and said with great distress, "My young friend Yu has been cultivating for less than a year and is only at the Chain Forming Realm. Yet this serpent from the East Sea dares to bully others by abusing his cultivation level. He's suppressing the Form Refinement from the External Scenery. Is this how you bully people?"
"Go down the mountain and stand up for my young friend Yu, so that your grand-uncle can save face."
Daoist Yunsong pondered for a moment and asked, "May I ask, Grandmaster Uncle, is Grandmaster aware of this matter?"
The old Daoist priest glanced sideways and said, "Is Grandmaster Uncle's word no longer valid? Did I take you to steal peaches when you were a kid for nothing?"
The Daoist Yunsong was speechless.
At this moment, a voice resounded in the mind of Daoist Yunsong, and he bowed again, saying, "As you wish, Grandmaster Uncle. I will make the Yunsong immediately."
The old Daoist priest said with satisfaction, "It seems that eating those peaches wasn't a waste."
Daoist Yunsong quickened his pace, fearing that his grand-uncle would bring up more embarrassing stories from the past. Soon after, the old Daoist wandered around and arrived at the bamboo building on the other side of the lotus pond.
Inside the bamboo house sat a young Daoist priest who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. He had handsome features and a gentle demeanor. Upon seeing Daoist Shouxin, he smiled faintly and cut to the chase, asking directly, "Junior brother, is [Book of Changes] still in Luofu Grotto-Heaven?"
This seemingly young Daoist priest is now the head of the Supreme Purity Lineage lineage, a figure whom the entire Daoist School respectfully addresses as "Master."
The old Daoist priest chuckled and said, "Since you're so interested, why don't you go and take a look yourself?"
The young Daoist priest shook his head. "Then that's it. Once this news gets out, how does Junior Brother plan to respond to the other Daoist lineages?"
The old Daoist priest looked bewildered and said, "What does this have to do with me? I've been out of office at the Daoist Daoist School for almost half a year now. Senior brother, you've come to the wrong person. You should be looking for Junior Brother Li."
The young Daoist priest chuckled, "Well done, Shouxin! I won't hold it against you as a Shouxin, but is this how you act as a senior brother? Leaving all the mess to your junior brother?"
Daoist Shouxin said confidently, "Junior Brother Li himself has no objections."
"Oh?"
The young Daoist priest calculated with his fingers but couldn't come up with any results. It involved the Book of Changes and his Junior Brother Li, and even he couldn't predict their destinies. He could only remind him, "Junior brother, you should know the responsibilities you bear."
Daoist Shouxin said sadly, "So, in my senior brother's eyes, I am just this willful."
The young Daoist priest looked helpless. He had always found this junior brother a headache. He suddenly asked, "Junior brother, have you figured out why the Dao Venerable left behind the [Book of Changes]?"
The old Daoist priest sighed, "That's a question the old monk next door pondered his whole life and couldn't answer. Why? He's just unlucky."
The young Daoist priest smiled at his junior brother and remarked without warning, "Junior brother's life is indeed exceptionally good."
The old Daoist priest stroked his beard and chuckled, "Senior brother, you jest. It's not that good; otherwise, I would have been sitting in the position of a high-ranking official long ago."
The young Daoist priest stammered, "If I leave, senior brother, there will be no one to clean up your mess."
"It's about education."
The old Daoist priest suddenly stopped smiling and said solemnly, "When I saw the nascent form of Qi of Dao and Virtue in young friend Yu, I knew the answer."
The young Daoist priest asked solemnly, "Is this truly enlightenment?"
Who is the leader of the Daoist School sect?
Naturally, it is the Dao Venerable.
First Dao Venerable, then the Three Pure Ones.
After the Dao Venerable left, the Three Pure Ones were not ranked, and their disciples fought among themselves for the position of leader of the sect. It was almost the first great calamity of the Daoist School in the history of creation!
"He preaches the Dharma according to the needs of all beings, guiding them to the Other Shore; hence he is called the Master of the Sect." Daoist Shouxin quietly, "First came the teachings, then the Master of the Sect. The only question now is whether the three patriarchs saw this back then, and what their attitude was."
The young Daoist remained silent for a long time before saying, "The three patriarchs were not necessarily inferior to the Dao Venerable in the end, which is naturally evident. As for why they did not pass it down, the patriarchs had their own reasons."
He paused, then looked at Daoist Shouxin: "Junior Brother, do you mean to protect Benefactor Yu? And to what extent? By the way, is the [Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic] still there?"
Daoist Shouxin said calmly, "Let the disputes among peers be, but if another External Scenery like today's, where someone bullies a small Form Refinement, happens, it won't be as simple as killing a small dragon."
"So the [Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic] is gone too?" The young Daoist priest began to have a headache. "The [Book of Changes] is about teaching, so is the [Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic] also about teaching? What is the attitude of the Buddhist School?"
Daoist Shouxin grunted and said, "I observed that the Buddhist disciple seemed particularly close to young friend Yu. I wonder if there is any reason for this."
The young Daoist priest frowned and relaxed, relaxed and frowned again, finally sighing, "Junior brother, you really know how to put your senior brother in a difficult position. If that benefactor Yu takes the initiative to provoke other Aristocratic Clan, are we supposed to support him too?"
"So what?" Daoist Shouxin said matter-of-factly, "There are so many sects in the world, why does someone with dual abilities only seek trouble with them?"
The young Daoist shook his head, rejecting his junior brother's impulsiveness, and slowly said, "This matter must be addressed on its own merits. If one day this benefactor Yu truly intends to enlighten all beings, then our Supreme Purity Lineage will truly intervene."
Daoist Shouxin did not argue, having already guessed his senior brother's attitude. He suddenly asked another question he was concerned about, "Has there been any news about the Grand Purity Lineage in recent years?"
"They've always existed, but they're all part of the Grand Purity lineage, like the Nanhua Sect," the young Daoist said calmly. "The true Grand Purity Lineage might only be seen after the celestial curtain dissipates."
Daoist Shouxin nodded thoughtfully.
"What if that fish-benefactor dies in a contest among his peers?" the young Daoist priest suddenly asked.
Daoist Shouxin smiled and said, "Then it proves that he is neither the person the Dao Venerable wants to choose, nor the pillar that our Daoist and Buddhist sects need."
In this day and age, Daoism and Buddhism are flourishing.
Daoist temples were numerous and their incense was thriving, with most of the deities worshipped being the Dao Venerable and the Three Pure Ones.
However, there are also Daoist School that do not accept incense offerings from the Mortal Realm, such as the Supreme Purity Lineage.
To this day, few people know where the Supreme Purity Lineage lineage is located. Those who do know are probably only the ancestral temples of a few other Daoist Daoist School.
This is because Daoist priests of the Supreme Purity Lineage rarely descend the mountain to meddle in matters concerning the people below.
But today is an exception.
A Daoist priest carrying a celestial sword descended the mountain and headed east, but he could not find the audacious little dragon. So he went straight to the East Sea Dragon Palace.
At this moment, beneath the vast blue waves of the East Sea Dragon Palace, it was already surrounded by layers of trapping and killing formations from the Incense-Smelling Cult Scent Sect.
Outside the Dragon Palace, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and blood stained the hundred-mile stretch of the sea. Various water lords sent reinforcements in an endless stream, but they still could not break through the Incense-Smelling Cult's great formation.
If it weren't for the ancient protective formation that had been passed down through generations, the Incense-Smelling Cult would have already stormed into the Dragon Palace by now.
At this moment, the Dragon Palace was devoid of the former majesty and elegance of the Lord of the East Sea; only a tense standoff remained.
"Wasn't the details of the Battle of the Huai River already cleared up back then? How could the Incense-Smelling Cult have found clues?"
A Dragon Race elder dressed in a blue brocade robe suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
"This matter should be addressed by the third branch of the family!"
"Do you think you Ao Qing, can extricate yourself from this relationship?!"
"Enough!"
Ao Ming, the current master of the East Sea Dragon Palace, suddenly stood up, and the pressure of his Half-Step Dharma Aspect erupted, sweeping across the entire palace like a raging storm in the deep sea.
The hall fell into a deathly silence; all the arguing ceased abruptly.
His golden vertical pupils swept over the crowd, and he shouted sternly, "What's the matter at this point? What are you all still arguing about? Now is not the time to dwell on the details. Ao Lie has already sent people to request aid from Great Yan. We only need to rely on the palace-protecting formation to hold our ground!"
Ao Ming's gaze fell on Ao Lie, whose face was pale and whose chest wound was still oozing golden blood. He asked in a Ao Lie voice, "Ao Lie, how are your injuries?"
Ao Lie gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "That Lord Hibernating Dragon is willing to permanently deplete the dragon's water transport to keep me here. Fortunately, I have a way out. On the way back to the Dragon Palace, I have already notified the Gold-Wielding Guard. According to their intelligence, as long as we hold out for a few days, we will be able to wait for reinforcements."
Ao Ming nodded, but his expression remained grim.
As the master of the Dragon Palaces of the Four Seas, he now has to bow his head and ask the Human Race court for help, which is undoubtedly a disgrace to the Dragon Race race.
But not so----
Ao Ming looked up, his gaze piercing through the layers of seawater and the barrier, landing on the sea surface.
There, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and gold robe stood with his hands behind his back.
The man had a handsome face and slightly closed eyes. He exuded no aura, yet he stood there as if he were the center of this world, as if the entire East Sea was firmly locked down by him, unable to even stir up a ripple.
It is Incense-Smelling Cult, currently ranked fifth on the Heaven Ranking!
Ao Lie hissed, "Damn it! I failed to capture An Ruyu this time, otherwise the Incense-Smelling Cult would never dare to act so recklessly!"
Ao Ming had gradually calmed down. With their East Sea's protective formation, they could easily hold out for a week.
He abruptly changed the subject, looking at Ao Lie with a sharp, piercing gaze. "You just said that the Kunpeng Divine Intent Will chose a Human Race youth. Is this true? There can't be even the slightest falsehood?"
Mentioning the boy who caused his grandson to have his dragon tendons pulled out, Ao Lie's eyes flashed with viciousness as he said, "Absolutely right!"
"If it weren't for the Kunpeng Divine Intent, Qingxiao's third strike would have broken through its defensive Divine Ability!"
Ao Ming coldly said, "Once this matter is over, notify all subordinate forces of my East Sea Dragon Palace to kill this brat as soon as possible and bring his body back to the Dragon Palace. His corpse can serve as a sacrifice to open the Dragon Gate."
Ao Lie said in a deep voice, "Palace Master, after this matter is over, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the outer sea to hide for a while!"
Ao Ming frowned and said calmly, "There's no need for that. My East Sea Dragon Palace doesn't usually meddle in the Central Plains. You've violated the rules of the Human Race this time. Just don't go to the Central Plains again. Is there no place for you within the Four Seas?"
Upon hearing this, the huge weight that had been hanging over Ao Lie's heart lifted, and he knew that the Palace Master was going to protect him.
Ao Ming looked up and his gaze met that of the figure on the sea. He sneered, "I'd like to see if your Incense-Smelling Cult has truly received the full support of those individuals and is capable of breaking through my East Sea Grand Formation!"
The words had barely left his mouth when a sudden change occurred!
A vast, dark sword light suddenly cleaved down from the heavens, splitting the great formation, or rather, splitting open this "space".
Wherever the sword light passed, whether it was the trapping and killing formations of the Incense-Smelling Cult or the protective formation of the Dragon Palace, it was all torn open by this sword, leaving a narrow gap.
The sword light flashed and darted about, moving freely amidst the vast blue waves and layers of barriers, as if entering an empty field!
The Dragon Race inside the High Heaven Treasure Hall were first taken aback, then overjoyed.
"Did the other three families come to provide support? Or are they powerful figures from the Great Yan?"
"This sword light is completely unfamiliar, yet it's so chilling; it must belong to a powerful expert from the Great Yan!"
"They arrived so quickly?! This is all thanks to Ao Lie! He contacted the Great Yan side in time!"
"We are saved! Everyone, you must help the Great Yan experts hold off the Incense-Smelling Demon and prevent him from escaping!"
The Dragon Race elders and sea lords were instantly invigorated. Their previously listless spirits lifted, and they rubbed their hands together, ready to rush out of the hall.
Ao Ming was filled with doubt. Was this sword strike so powerful that it was the Old Wang himself, Great Yan?
The sword light faded, and a figure in a green robe stood on the waves, appearing in the crack of the great formation.
The newcomer was a middle-aged Daoist priest with gentle features. He carried an ancient and simple sword on his back, its tassel dangling and swaying gently in the sea breeze.
His gaze swept over the Dragon Palace, and he slowly said, "This humble Daoist comes from the Supreme Purity Lineage."
"May I ask, which one of you is Ao Lie?"
Ao Ming's brows furrowed sharply. Why was it the Supreme Purity Lineage that had come?
Beside him, Ao Lie was even more puzzled: why would the Supreme Purity Lineage seek him out?
Meanwhile, Daoist Yunsong, having already used the reactions of the Dragon Palace members to pinpoint Ao Lie's location, drew his immortal sword from behind him.
Two characters slowly emerged from the sword: "Immortal-Ending".
The dark sword light reappeared, and the surrounding seawater was instantly frozen by the Sword Intent, even causing fine ripples in the space.
Daoist Yunsong spoke again calmly, "I have come here on the orders of my grandmaster uncle to ask Elder Ao Lie whether Wai Jing's External Scenery of the Form Refinement is in accordance with the code of the martial world?"
Ao Lie felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
This couldn't possibly be for the Incense-Smelling Demoness, nor could it be for the Shaolin monks who Jiese from Shaolin; it must be—
Yu Tunzhou?!
Daoist Yunsong calmly said, "Ao Lie, take the sword."
The words fell.
A dark, fleeting line of sword light passed by.
Ao Ming tried to intervene, but found it was too late!
The sword was too fast, or rather, it arrived as soon as it was struck.
There was no earth-shattering roar or sword cries, just a sliver of sword light, then the dragon's head flew up, and its body, tens of feet long, appeared in the Dragon Palace. A Dragon Ball appeared, which was casually put away by Daoist Yunsong.
"Ao Lie has been slain; please return the immortal sword to its sheath."
Daoist Yunsong spoke calmly, sheathed his sword, and then turned and left.
This person came quickly and left quickly.
Ao Ming had no time to feel grief or anger over Ao Lie's death; he only felt a bone-chilling cold descending from the sea.
The Dragon Palace's protective formation has been broken by the Highest Purity Immortal Sword, and the fifth-ranked figure in the world will certainly not let such an opportunity pass!
On this day, the martial arts world was once again thrown into turmoil.
First, the East Sea Dragon Palace was breached by the Incense-Smelling Cult. In the end, the two sides reached some unknown deal, and the Incense-Smelling Cult Sect withdrew. The East Sea Dragon Palace suffered heavy losses in this battle, and the fate of its master Ao Ming, was unknown.
Secondly, during this battle, the host of the immortal sword from the Supreme Purity Lineage made a move, breaking through the palace's protective formation with a single sword strike, and then taking the head of Dragon Race elder with another, before gracefully departing. The power of the immortal sword made all parties extremely wary!