Bloodbath at the Sword Sect, Boundless Poison!

Hehe~

"Who's going to fight you?!"

Huang Liang spoke provocatively, and then a formation plate appeared in his palm...

"Essence-Sealing Spirit-Locking Formation!"

"Rise!"

As the decree was issued, a curtain of light instantly enveloped the sky, covering Wenjian Mountain and the surrounding area completely!

"Brother Qin, close the door and beat the dog!"

Upon hearing this—

Qin Lu smiled kindly; he loved the idea of "closing the door and beating the dog"!

As the black robes fluttered without wind, a large amount of green smoke, like a sea of clouds, pressed down downwards, and the Toxic Miasma Spirit Body unleashed its full power!

"After cultivating poison techniques for twenty years, today I can finally give it my all!"

"Today's grudge, I will surely wipe out the Sword Sect in blood!"

Qin Lu roared in fury, and the sky filled with poisonous dust, as if he were about to change the world!

The poisonous fog descended--

As it interacted with the Mountain Guarding Formation, it emitted a crackling, corrosive sound, much like sulfuric acid corroding external objects...

"A master of Poison Dao..."

"A formation master..."

"Are they trying to starve me to death?"

"Master, Master, your passing was not in vain..."

Xuanshan sighed and murmured softly.

If the opponent launches a strong attack, then let's fight! Those who cultivate the Sword Dao are not afraid of life-or-death battles!

He has nothing to fear as long as he dares to fight.

But this...

The opponent had clearly figured out the swordsman's moves; they were simply applying constant pressure, either trapping him there to death or forcing him to come out and fight...

Once he goes into battle, his opponent will definitely engage him in a fierce fight, and it will be difficult for him to retreat...

That's a brilliant plan!

If he could rely on the sect's protective formation in a life-or-death battle, he would have something to rely on, and see if he could kill one person and then use that to intimidate others...

But right now, it seems there's no way out.

"That's enough, that's enough..."

Xuanshan shook his head, as if he had made up his mind!

His gaze gradually hardened, and a majestic Sword Intent, like that of a mountain, emerged, resilient and domineering!

"All sword cultivators are born for battle, and their lives will not cease until death!"

"All disciples, heed my command!"

"Sword Offering!"

"Follow me to fight the enemy!"

Xuanshan unleashed his magic sword, its majestic power sweeping away all demons in the world. The Sword Intent was heavy, like the crushing weight of Mount Tai...

His numerous disciples--

Some abandoned their swords and fled in panic, while others, weak as they were, avoided battle altogether...

But the same!

There are also true swordsmen who stand with their swords, though their cultivation is meager, like countless ants, yet they still aspire to defy the immortals with their mortal bodies!

"Sword Offering!"

"Form the sword formation!!"

"Follow the Ancestor to fight the enemy! Protect the mountain gate!"

An elder's True Essence surged forth, his voice booming like a bell, as he infused the sword with his True Essence...

Behind him, countless disciples raised their swords together!

Thin strands of Sword Intent converged towards the sect's protective formation; hundreds of Warrior, hundreds of hearts, gathered together at this moment to form a tower from sand...

Now!

The great formation trembled, and a giant sword appeared at the top of the sky, seemingly about to cleave through the poisonous dust filling the air!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"How delightful!"

"Come!"

"Today, I will surely slay you scoundrels and glorify my Sword Sect!"

"Kill!"

Xuanshan emerged from the formation, his boundless Sword Intent continuously sweeping across the sky, his overwhelming power seemingly unchallenged!

"They've taken the bait!"

"I'll hold him off!"

"Brother Zhang, hold the sword formation; Brother Qin, follow me to engage the enemy!"

Huang Liang's lips curled up, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Countless yellow rocks coalesced, transforming into stone cones that collided with the sword light filling the sky, until they were completely worn away!

"Brother Huang, I'm here to help you!"

Qin Lu's expression was stern. The Jinyuan Needle streaked across the sky like a meteor, Law Technique: Spirit-Breaking Needle, and then imbuing the needle's tip with power...

At the same time--

The Qing Centipede seized the opportunity and spewed out a sky full of poisonous miasma, enveloping Xuanshan!

Damn it!

Seeing this scene--

Xuanshan's veins bulged, and he was about to unleash his sword energy to ward off the poisonous miasma...

"Soul Suppression!"

Huang Liang drew near, letting out a loud shout that reverberated through the Void!

"Puff!"

Xuanshan's mind went blank; his majestic Sword Intent froze and dissipated instantly, leaving him flying backwards in mid-air, bleeding profusely...

The Jinyuan Needle instantly shattered his protective sword aura!

Piercing his heart--

The poisonous miasma seeped in along the wound, and within a fraction of a breath, it had rotted most of his body, causing his flesh to crumble...

The Spiritual Power strike has come to a standstill!

Huang Liang also arrived in front of him and unleashed a powerful punch!

"Boom!"

A sonic boom echoed through the sky!

The once-prodigious swordsman, the Old Ancestor Xuanshan, had his physical body smashed in mid-air, dying instantly without even using his full strength!

"We got it!"

"Destroy the sect!"

Huang Liang and turned to ride away at full speed.

Like a giant meteorite, it crashed heavily into the sect's protective formation!

Like the surface of water, it ripples gently!

The other side--

Zhang Xuan unleashed a barrage of fire magic, his hands transforming into two fiery serpents that relentlessly entangled the giant sword forming the array, preventing it from providing support elsewhere...

Qin Lu, at this moment, went even more insane!

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his black robe was as deep as an abyss, and every move he made was a manifestation of poisonous miasma. The power of the Toxic Miasma Spirit Body was fully displayed at this moment!

"Spirit-Breaking Needle!"

"Break for me!"

With a single command from Qin Lu, the Jinyuan Needle was unleashed once more!

"Snap!"

With a sound like shattering glass, the Jinyuan Needle pierced through the great formation in an instant, killing one of the main formation elders instantly!

In an instant--

The great formation collapsed, shattering into the sky!

The poisonous dust, like a raging flood finding an outlet, poured continuously into the Floating Cloud Sword Sect...

Countless disciples screamed and wailed amidst the poisonous dust!

The wailing sounded like the shrill cries of demons from the eighteenth level of hell!

A beautiful female cultivator was corrupted by it, turning into a pile of rotting flesh and bones...

Some disciples of lower realms attempted to resist, only to watch their physical bodies crumble and disintegrate!

Other disciples knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces...

Ultimately, it was swallowed up by the poisonous dust, leaving not even a trace of its bones!

If there were any Devil Cultivator here at this time...

They would probably all applaud Qin Lu and sigh: I am not as good as him...

It seems her emotions have calmed down.

Qin Lu stepped into Wenjian Mountain and slowly suppressed the poisonous dust, allowing it to gradually dissipate. It wasn't that he was acting out of kindness, but rather that he feared some sentient beings might be tainted by the poisonous smoke and dust...

"How about it?"

Are there any survivors?

Upon hearing this—

Zhang Xuan had just burned a group of low-level Warrior to death when he walked towards them, shook his head, and said:

"From a rough estimate, the dead and injured number at most seven or eight hundred..."

"There should still be quite a few disciples stationed in various parts of Yunmeng Marsh who haven't had time to return, and some insignificant ants..."

"They must have escaped through a secret passage; Brother Huang has already gone to look for them."

Speaking of this--

At this moment, Huang Liang slowly emerged from the ground...

He dusted himself off with a sullen expression and said:

"They ran away!"

"About a hundred feet underground within this sect, there's a secret passage connecting to an underground river; some core disciples must have escaped there..."

"The Essence-Sealing Spirit-Locking Formation cannot seal off the underground."

"This time, we miscalculated..."

Zhang Xuan smiled, suppressed his imposing manner, gazed into the distance, and replied:

In my humble opinion, it's not a problem.

"Our mission is to raid various locations within the Zhengyuan Dao District and dismantle our frontline forces..."

"Now that our objective has been achieved, we can consider ourselves to have made a successful retreat. The heads of two Qi Condensation sword cultivators are enough to satisfy us..."

"As things stand..."

"Escape is the best course of action!"