The stolen magic is a bit magical

The sound exploded.

This simply means that Lin Xiaosu has arrived!
The generals' expressions changed simultaneously: "The nuclear weapons are ready, how did he go in at this time?"

Bloodstained face shifted with emotion: "Then we can only give him some time!"

"Commander, Wing Blade has detected the situation of the Mad Blade Sect. At least three thousand people are gathered there. The order to attack will be issued soon. The best window of opportunity is right in front of us."

“Exactly!” another general said. “On the battlefield, it’s common sense that opportunities are fleeting; we can’t wait…”

Bloodstained hand suddenly rose: "I said, wait!"

The entire room was completely silent...

On the wing blade, Mad Dao glanced back at the warship: "Kid, we might get hit by cannon fire."

"The bloodstains are probably suffering terribly, and they can only give us an extra hour at most. Our operation needs to be swift and decisive!"

"Taking down a sect in an hour? Kid, you're pushing yourself to the limit."

"How about I give you more money?"

Crazy Dao let out a long sigh: "You brat, always asking for more money. Fine, I won't ask for more on missions, but I can ask for more on other things. From now on, if anything involves your personal matters, I'll make you pay to the death! Anyway, only you can afford it... Over there, full speed!"

He raised his finger and pointed directly at the highest mountain peak.

The wing blades suddenly accelerated, moving as fast as meteors, heading straight for the mountain peak.

With the opening of his Heavenly Eye, Lin Xiaosu saw the basic situation of this sect.

Outside, countless forked dragons roamed.

The middle level is filled with countless powerful figures.

As he expected, a large number of strange creatures appeared on the inner side, with bodies like dragons, four blood-red fleshy wings, heads like Li Wan, and limbs like Qi Jiao.

This is the Four-Winged Blood Dragon, a very common mount in the ancient world. It can go anywhere, from the sky to the earth, and can fly thousands of miles without getting tired.

Moreover, it can be used for air combat, ground combat, and naval combat.

A standard amphibious war machine.

Further inside lies the sect.

Pavilions and towers dotted dozens of hilltops, and below in the valley, a large army, numbering in the tens of thousands, had gathered.

On the square, there were several hundred people, each of whom looked extraordinary.

On the high platform stood dozens of people dressed as elders in red robes.

Suddenly, one of the elders raised his hand sharply, and a giant claw covered the sky in front of him. This giant hand was both in form and spirit, and it was clearly a divine enlightenment realm.

A powerful figure at the Enlightenment Realm personally intervened to stop the Wing Blade, simply because the Wing Blade was already at full speed.

At this speed, one can travel a thousand miles in an instant.

Ordinary people at the Enlightenment Realm wouldn't be able to react in time.

But the red-robed elder reacted quickly, and with one grab, he blocked Wing Blade's path forward.

Lin Xiaosu was suddenly startled.

The madman beside him flicked his sleeve and said, "Ignore him!"

The wing blades pierced straight through.

With a soft "poof," as if tearing open a piece of old cowhide, the giant palm of the Enlightenment God split in two...

Everyone on the platform was shocked at the same time...

Lin Xiaosu was also taken aback: "Daoist Master, you only have one chance to make your move."

"Bullshit! Are you cursing me to die?!" the mad Taoist priest roared. "I didn't lay a hand on him!"

Doesn't that count as taking action?

Strictly speaking, he didn't even raise his hand, so it shouldn't be considered as making a move.

The Mad Daoist raised his eyes and declared, "Heaven bears witness, I will not make a move today. I accept the punishment!"

boom!
There were seven or eight giant hands in the sky.

Winged blades soared into the sky, Mad Dao's hair flew high, and seven or eight giant hands swung out simultaneously.

Following the giant hand, a sword came from the west, like a celestial sword soaring through the sky.

However, the Mad Dao put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and the Heavenly Sword was as if it had struck an invisible wall of energy, and was forcefully deflected.

The wing blades have reached their highest peak!

At the highest peak, in a small room, an old man suddenly stood up!

Cut it down with one knife!

This strike...

The clouds in the sky vanished in an instant, seemingly becoming nothing more than a backdrop for this single strike.

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, its power capable of shattering the heavens.

Under the knife, Lin Xiaosu's whole body tensed up.

He had never seen such a knife before; he had never even imagined it.

Even if fantasy dramas can capture that kind of grandeur, they can never truly convey the immersive feeling of blood freezing in your veins, where nothing else fills your vision but the awe-inspiring power of a single strike against the heavens and earth.

Could Mad Dao possibly withstand such a blade?
puff!
The air wall of the Mad Path split in two!
The blade flashed through the wall, and the madman soared into the air!

Chi!
Blood splattered everywhere as the madman severed one of his arms.

The entire world seemed to be completely imprisoned.

This includes the swirling clouds, the countless experts in the square, Lin Xiaosu, and the supersonic wing blades beneath his feet.

Lin Xiaosu stared blankly at the one-armed madman.

The madman watched him quietly, then suddenly laughed: "Kid, now do you know why I asked you to take a picture? Because it shows me with both arms intact."

Above the summit!

Suddenly, someone stepped out!
This step takes you into the void below the cliff, but as you step down, a phantom sword appears in the void.

Using a broadsword as a board, one measures with their feet.

The starry sky is endless, so I look up at it.

This was an old man, yet his muscles were so incredibly powerful that he resembled a super war god emerging from the ancient wilderness.

Every inch of his body exuded murderous intent. "Old Daoist, how dare you trespass into my Mad Blade territory? Do you know this is a path to death?" As soon as the mighty old man's voice fell, the illusory longsword beneath his feet suddenly extended infinitely, its light reaching the Mad Daoist's throat.

Stopped abruptly.

The chilling glint of the blade made the madman's face appear somewhat pale.

Of course, this could also be because his right arm had just been severed and was still bleeding.

The madman laughed: "Of course I know this is a path to death. What I wanted was to be injured!"

Kuangdao frowned: "Why?"

He also discovered the unusual nature of the mad way.

This person's cultivation was unfathomable. He broke into the sect's main peak, and the entire sect could not stop him. Only he himself could take action.

With such cultivation, theoretically, even without using his full strength in one strike, he shouldn't have succeeded in one move. However, he did succeed anyway.

All these inconsistencies left Kuangdao unsure of what the person in front of him was really up to.

"Only by personally taking a blow from you can I activate the Karma Plate and form the 'Hundred-Year Karma Knot'."

"A hundred-year knot of cause and effect?" Mad Blade trembled violently, the longsword beneath his feet casting mottled shadows, clearly indicating the turmoil in his heart.

The expressions of the elders below also changed.

"Elder, what is the 'Centennial Karma Knot'?"

In the center of the high platform, a purple-robed elder stood with a deathly pale face: "The law of cause and effect, cause and effect..."

Although there was no direct answer, everyone realized that this was an extremely terrifying and practical method of law.

The law of cause and effect is one of the most mysterious laws among the seven laws of the Heavenly Dao.

All spiritual practitioners know the profound mystery of cause and effect.

However, very few people know how it is used.

Because of cause and effect, it is not a killing technique in a general sense.

It is merely a method for observing the heavens.

The madman laughed heartily: "The cause and effect of the hundred-year bond is known to few. I might as well tell you the truth. Because of this hundred-year bond, within a hundred years, you and I are one. If I am hurt, you are hurt; if I die, you die!"

Mad Blade slowly raised his gaze: "I only believe in the Way of the Blade, and never in cause and effect!"

"Don't believe me?" The madman suddenly raised his hand, and a crimson spear shadow flashed from his eyes, swoosh!
His left little finger flew up out of thin air.

As he flew, the little finger on Mad Blade's left hand also suddenly flew up.

Blood flowed continuously from the madman's fingers.

Blood was also flowing freely from Kuangdao's left hand.

His expression finally changed.

For people with their level of cultivation, losing a finger is nothing. With the gathering of true essence, the severed finger can regenerate in an instant.

However, at this moment, the Mad Blade is beyond repair.

No matter what method is used, it cannot be repaired, and even the most basic function of stopping the bleeding cannot be achieved.

"Are you trusting me now? Want to try one more?" The madman's clothes, which had just been replaced, were now stained with blood.

But a strange kind of madness appeared on his face...

Gunshots swirled in his eyes as he slowly raised his index finger.

The index finger is called the sword finger. What does that mean?

It's what you rely on to wield a knife or sword.

Once this finger is severed, Mad Blade, the sword-wielding tyrant renowned for his mastery of both hands, will never be able to wield a sword with his left hand again.

The Mad Blade Master suddenly raised his hand: "State your purpose!"

"That's great that we can talk!" Mad Dao flicked his hand, stopping the bleeding from his severed finger.

The bleeding from Kuangdao's severed finger also inexplicably stopped.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Speak!" Mad Blade's voice was icy.

Mad Dao gently smoothed his blood-stained hair with his hand and said slowly, "I only want one thing: your Mad Blade Sect must guard the entrance to this place and not allow anyone from the Ancient Wilderness Realm to cross the border. As for yourselves, you must not harm a single person from the Great Xia behind you!"

"This is impossible! Impossible!" someone on the high platform below shouted. "Our sect has been waiting for this moment for a thousand years. How can we abandon it because of one person like you?"

“Indeed, with the passage open, who in the world would not wish to conquer new domains? The gates are now open, and we, the sect, are to stand idly by, or even turn against our ancient comrades and become enemies. We absolutely cannot do that!” another elder said.

"Those from the outside world have killed tens of thousands of my sect's Qi Jiao and Li Wan. If we let them go like this, wouldn't that make them look down on my Mad Blade Sect?"

In an instant, the entire platform exploded.

In an instant, tens of thousands of people below exploded.

Mad Blade's face turned ashen...

Who doesn't know that once the passage is opened, one can conquer other worlds, seize the best opportunity, complete the conquest, become king of the land, and gain the upper hand?

Who doesn't know that protecting the path in the degenerate lands and fighting against the ancient comrades is a dead end?
However, the person who was tied up by cause and effect a hundred years ago is me!

It wasn't you!

You all look so proud and arrogant, what am I supposed to do?
Mad Dao, wanting to add fuel to the fire, said, "It seems the Mad Blade Sect members really want their sect leader dead! Fine then, Little Su..."

The entire room fell silent, waiting for him to fart...

Lin Xiaosu bowed slightly: "Daoist Master!"

Madman sighed, "It seems I will never meet Widow Feng again in this life. After I die, bury my body with her."

"I will obey the Taoist priest's last wishes!" Lin Xiaosu bowed deeply, her expression sorrowful.

"Time beyond the material world is inherently free; who can fathom the cycle of birth and death in the human realm? The rise and fall of a thousand years, great and small, are but a fleeting dream! It is time, it is fate, it is heaven, it is the way..." He gently raised his hand, his nails like knives, and with one stroke, he drew his own throat...

"Stop!" Mad Blade roared.

Earth-shattering!

Madman's hand stopped.

Everyone in the hall looked up in unison, staring at their sect leader. (End of Chapter)