Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 367 The Old Demon Taoist?

The storm of slaughter still gripped everyone, their hearts pounding, not only because of the storm itself, but also because of the sword cultivator who had emerged from the fray, and the death of that genius prince.

The fact that the Cui and Xie families were fighting against the Prince's Mansion was already quite unexpected for them, but what was even more shocking was that Li Fan actually killed An Shicheng with a single sword strike.

Who are these people?

The storm in Qinghe County, which began with the demonic chaos, seems to be continuing and constantly taking unexpected turns.

Cui Xuan, Xie Lingxuan, and the others stared at Li Fan in astonishment. Li Fan's strength was beyond question; he had easily killed An Shicheng, so he was naturally far superior to them.

"Shicheng!" A loud roar came from high in the sky, and the terrifying sound wave swept down, making everyone's heads buzz and feel like they were about to explode.

An Lu never imagined that the genius he had nurtured would die so tragically today.

He had endured for many years, and according to his plan, today was the day he would completely control Qinghe County, and the day his son An Shicheng would become famous.

Because of what happened back then, he has kept a low profile and remained out of the public eye all these years. Outsiders all think he is a pleasure-seeking prince, and his son An Shicheng is a playboy with no presence.

More than a decade has passed, and his son has already achieved great success in cultivation, reaching the peak of the Core Formation stage. The next step is to break through to the Dao Body stage. He should continue to pave the way for An Shicheng, so that he can rise steadily to a higher stage.

His son, An Shicheng, did not disappoint him. Everything was going according to his plan. The Cui and Xie families, as well as the powerful clans of Qinghe County, were already trapped and could not escape his grasp.

However, now, a sudden change has occurred!

"It's them..." An Lu was both angry and wary; they had finally found him.

Li Shan, a sword cultivator.

He should have thought of this when An Shicheng mentioned it before, but he didn't think that the one who would come would be a young sword cultivator at the Core Formation Realm.

"Humph."

Seeing that An Lu was distracted, the Cui family patriarch's aura suddenly increased, and an extremely violent ancient seal, like a mountain peak, crashed towards An Lu.

"Get out of my way..." An Lu roared, and a dazzling greatsword appeared in his hand. The golden Buddhist light seemed to merge with the sword light as he slashed forward, actually splitting the huge ancient seal in two.

"Don't even think about leaving." How could the Cui family patriarch miss such an opportunity? Naturally, he had to hold An Lu back. Countless seals appeared around An Lu's body, as if to seal him within them.

A bright light shone from between his brows, and the imposing aura emanating from the towering figure behind him reached its peak.

On another battlefield, the Cold Crow Daoist also wanted to escape, but the Divine Bow kept him firmly locked in place. If he were to lose focus, the Sun-Piercing Arrow would instantly strike him down.

"you dare."

The Cold Crow Daoist let out a loud shout down, addressed to Li Fan.

After Li Fan killed An Shicheng, his sword struck at Han Ya Dao Ren's disciple. The young Dao Ren panicked when he saw An Shicheng die tragically in front of him. With a wave of his sleeves, talismans flew out in a dense cloud, but they still managed to block the sword domain's killing intent.

The sky was filled with exploding talismans. The young Taoist affixed a talisman to his body, then turned to flee, not wanting to continue entangled with Li Fan. He had long lost his previous confidence and ease, and now all he wanted was to survive.

"Om..."

As the hurricane swept by, the Taoist's body transformed into a series of afterimages, disappearing into the distance in an instant with terrifying speed—a speed that even a Core Formation Realm cultivator could only achieve.

A cold glint flashed in Li Fan's eyes, his killing intent intense. A bright light shone from between his brows, chasing after the young Taoist. The Taoist had already run far away, disappearing into the distant sky, shrinking smaller and smaller in his field of vision.

That ray of light tore through space and chased after the Taoist priest. The light between Li Fan's brows remained, as if a third eye had appeared.

Everyone looked up at the distant sky. They saw the Taoist's body stop, tremble in mid-air, then explode, spraying blood and blood, his corpse falling helplessly downwards. The beam of light flew back, too fast to be seen with the naked eye, and then entered Li Fan's brow.

Two young, talented cultivators died tragically on the spot.

"You dare kill my disciple."

A loud shout came from the sky. The burly body of the Cold Crow Daoist exuded an even wilder aura. He glanced at Li Fan below, then looked at the Xie family patriarch opposite him and said, "Old ghost, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman light shone brightly in the sky. With a thought, countless talismans fell from the heavens, fluttering like banners across the sky, each talisman exuding an aura of destruction.

"Kill!" he roared, and countless talismans erupted simultaneously, transforming into terrifying swords, each engraved with runes, which descended to kill the Xie family patriarch.

The Xie family patriarch was buried in the sword, his eyes fixed on the Cold Crow Daoist, and he shouted: "Are your injuries any better?"

The blazing sun seemed to merge into the arrows, and thousands of arrows transformed into light as they hurtled towards the incoming sword. A deafening roar resounded, and the Cold Crow Daoist's body was directly pressed towards the Xie family patriarch, his terrifying blood energy seemingly capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.

"That's how it is. That old Hou demon was just like you that day." The Xie family patriarch roared, his accumulated rage bursting forth in the Sun-Breaking Arrow.

"Spreading heresies and misleading the masses!" An Lu roared from another battlefield. Buddhist light enveloped the boundless world, and his aura exploded to its limit. His obese body shot towards the Cui family patriarch like a meteor, with a huge palm print in front of him, Buddhist characters lit up on the palm print.

The patriarch of the Cui family shouted, and the war god-like figure behind him seemed to merge with his own body as he raised his hand.

The clan seal of Cui Family Town, the Heaven-Turning Seal.

Without any fancy moves, the two clashed directly, causing the sky to tremble violently, and both magic seals erupted with extremely dazzling golden light.

"boom……"

With a muffled groan, the Cui family patriarch was sent flying. An Lu, however, had no intention of letting him go. His body continued to charge forward like a meteor, and the violent force made those below tremble with fear.

Bang bang bang.

With a series of explosive sounds, the Cui family patriarch was blasted away into the distance, standing high in the air coughing up blood, his internal energy churning.

"Both ancestors have been suppressed."

Those below looked at the battlefield in the air and thought to themselves, their hearts filled with unease. According to the Xie family patriarch, he actually suspected that the Cold Crow Daoist was that old Hou.

However, the Cold Crow Taoist is skilled in Taoist magic, and although his power is extremely terrifying, he has nothing to do with demons, and no demonic aura emanates from his body.

At this moment, An Lu stopped his attack, looked down towards the direction of the Prince's Mansion, and focused on the white-robed swordsman who was engaged in battle. He said, "Li Shan, Wen Ruyu."

He recognized the young man in front of him at a glance; the resemblance was striking.

Wen Haoran was just like that back then, with sword-like eyebrows and a commanding presence. The difference was that Wen Haoran exuded a righteous sword aura, while Wen Ruyu exuded a cold, murderous sword intent.

"Leaving the mountains, one is as gentle as jade."

The Cui and Xie families had naturally heard of this name. In Qinghe County, deep in the heart of Dali, the name Lishan was certainly not unfamiliar. Wen Haoran, the former leader of the Lishan Sword, had a son named Wen Ruyu.

Now, he has already reached the sixth realm of sword cultivation. Such a speed of cultivation is truly terrifying. If this continues, it won't be long before he becomes a seventh realm great sword cultivator.

"Leaving the mountain, no wonder..."

Cui Xuan, Xie Lingxuan, and the others looked at Li Fan, and it was no surprise that he was a sword cultivator from Lishan.

(End of this chapter)