Embers of Sword

Chapter 530 The White-Clad Warrior
The tearing sound emanating from the direction of the sanctuary resounded throughout the chaotic battlefield.

Everyone turned back.

The black cloak of Master Baihe was seen flying and tumbling in the gale!

Renzuka stepped into that magnificent and splendid sanctuary, leaving behind only a desolate silhouette.

Countless sword intents flashed in the void, cutting his skin and flesh like silk threads. With each step he took, bright red blood fell to the ground, merging with the blood map on the ground of the Holy Temple's secret tomb and spreading... The fluttering cloak was quickly torn to shreds by the sharp sword intents, turning into fragmented pieces of paper in the air.

Renzuka unleashed [Soul Sea] once more.

However, this time, under the pressure emanating from the Great Dao Stele, the Soul Sea Dao Domain was compressed into a narrow area of ​​only ten zhang in diameter.

This withered and desolate figure.

Submerged and soaked in the [Sea of ​​Souls], it gradually withered.

He recklessly burned away the last of his life.

Step by step.

Approaching the end.

The magnificent holy light emanating from the pure white Dao stele completely enveloped the [Soul Sea]. A few breaths later, where everyone's gaze fell... the Holy Hall remained tranquil, serene, and sacred, but the figure who had stepped into the Holy Hall had vanished, leaving only a long trail of blood on the ground.

"..."

Zhong Sha grinned as he watched his senior brother's blurry figure disappear into the distance.

Rumble.

The Yin God Venerable, the only one in the Yinshan Sect to prove his Dao through martial arts, slowly raised his head. His aura became strange, and his divine embryo trembled outwards with a booming sound.

A dark, strange light emanated from between Zhong Sha's eyebrows.

Qin Qianlian's expression changed drastically.

He had a very bad feeling and immediately gripped the lightning whip, wanting to use lightning magic to cut Zhong Sha's arms that were hugging him to pieces!

However, this giant was determined to drag him down to hell...

A whip lashed down!

Zhong Sha ignored him, and slowly raised his head to look at Qin Qianlian.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.

The sound of wind could be heard in the distance.

Qin Baihuang, clad in black armor, is running.

The old man sitting on the throne of red leaves slightly shifted his head and frowned.

Scorching black flames erupted from Zhong Sha's brow. This idiotic and brainless Venerable Yinshan launched a self-destruction without warning, preparing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the burial of the people of Da Chu.

finally--

With a loud bang!
The black flames ignited, producing a deep and powerful muffled sound. The self-destruction of the Yinshan Venerable should have ignited the entire battlefield, but it did not cause much of a stir. A wisp of Ye Zu's divine sense fell into the Mingwang Zhenhai Formation, and countless turbid waves piled up to form a cage, tightly enveloping the aftershocks of the self-destruction and suppressing them within a radius of fifty feet.

The old man on the throne of red leaves coughed deeply and slowly lowered his raised, withered arm.

Crash.

The turbid waves plunged down.

Qian San looked pale.

Within fifty feet of the entrance to the sanctuary, the area covered by the Sea-Suppressing Formation was originally empty of anyone else…

But at the moment of self-destruction, Qin Baihuang donned his armor and deliberately crashed into the area.

At this moment, the turbid waves subsided, and the billowing smoke slowly dissipated.

A massive crater emerged from the smoke... Thanks to the enhancements of numerous array runes and magical artifacts, Qin Baihuang, fully armored, possessed incredible speed. In this respect alone, he was no less powerful than a Yin God martial artist who had achieved the Body Venerable realm. Zhong Sha's self-destruction occurred in an instant; no one could have imagined that the seemingly frail head of the Weapon Forging Division could reach the very center of the blast radius within mere breaths. As the smoke cleared, the crackling sound of shattered metal rang out like falling rain. A tall figure in black armor raised his arms, like a small mountain, and stood in the very center of the blast, his back shielding Qin Qianlian.

A desiccated, charred corpse fell to the ground with a dull thud.

This self-destruction, initiated by the Yin God Warrior who burned his life force, began with a spectacular explosion, but ended like fleeting clouds and dust.

No one died.

The disciples of the Weapon Forging Division were horrified.

During the time they were heading south to vanquish demons, the Chief Master secluded himself day and night to refine and carve the "Mysterious Scale Armor."

Who would have thought.

This "Mysterious Scale Armor" is so sturdy! It can even withstand the self-destruction of a Yin God!
"you……"

Qin Qianlian looked pale as she stared at her brother, who was blocking her way.

He is exceptionally talented and possesses remarkable abilities.

But he was ultimately not a martial artist; his physical body was weak. At such close range, if he were hit head-on by the self-destruction, he would most likely die on the spot… If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this heavily armored figure protecting him, Qin Qianlian was prepared to force Yan Xie to reveal himself and forcibly withstand Zhong Sha's self-destruction. However, if he had actually used this move, even if he survived, countless troubles would have followed…

Qin Qianlian had never imagined it.

At this critical moment, the one who will save me... will be Qin Baihuang.

The Qin family's most "useless" member, who only knew how to refine weapons, successfully stopped the Yin God Realm martial artist from self-destructing.

"...I am your elder brother."

Qin Baihuang looked down at the pale-faced young man in white.

Blood splattered onto Qin Qianlian's face.

The white robe was stained and soaked with blood.

Qin Baihuang took a deep breath. He still remembered many years ago... when the young Qin Qianlian fell into the lake, it was he who pulled him out. In his eyes, Qin Qianlian back then was no different from now. The bloodline of the Qin family could sense each other even from a hundred miles away. When there was danger or disaster, his first reaction as the eldest brother was to step forward.

Looking at Qin Qianlian's shocked and bewildered expression.

Qin Baihuang felt a faint sense of satisfaction... In truth, he didn't know why someone with such a low cultivation level had stepped forward in that dangerous moment. As the head of the Weapon Forging Division, he should have been stationed at the rear, overseeing the battle alongside Ye Zu. Perhaps it was to see the look in Qin Qianlian's eyes at that moment.

Qin Qianlian opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

He raised his sleeve, wanting to help his elder brother, but was gently pushed away.

"Don't misunderstand, I just don't want you to die like this..."

Qin Baihuang grinned: "The struggle for the Qin family headship is not over yet... If you die here, how can I win the struggle for the family headship fair and square..."

"Just for this?"

Qin Qianlian remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Okay. You win."

"???"

The Yin-Yang Mirror clone trembled violently.

Yan Xie, lurking in the shadows, had no idea that Qin Qianlian would respond in this way at this moment.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on this place.

Every word they say at this moment will be remembered in the future.

How could Qin Qianlian possibly admit defeat like this!

This is a battle for the headship of the most powerful family in the world!
"..."

Qin Baihuang was also taken aback upon hearing this.

He looked at the young man in white in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and asked with some confusion, "What did you say?"

Before Qin Qianlian could speak again...

The towering, black-armored figure, as majestic as a mountain, swayed and staggered backward before collapsing with a thud.

With a loud boom, smoke and dust billowed up.

Qin Qianlian stared blankly at this scene.

It turned out that a huge gap had been blasted into the back of the seemingly "impregnable" Xuanlin Armor, which was the source of the previous sound of falling iron like rain.

……

……

"At least he has some backbone."

The fighting never stopped.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and the screams of the ghostly corpse puppets soared into the heavens.

The desperate gamble of Master Baihe as he stepped into the Holy Hall, and Zhongsha's self-destruction, were merely a slightly larger ripple in this war.

The most dazzling figure on this battlefield is still Zhou, who ignited the divine fire of the Great Aperture.

The "betrayal" of his two disciples was witnessed by Bai Gui. This evil sect patriarch, who had suppressed Yinshan for decades, wasn't angry; instead, he revealed a faint smile. Watching Ren Zhong's resolute figure step into the sacred hall, Bai Gui softly praised him. If Ren Zhong had remained kneeling there...

Then, once the great battle is over, he will remove this head.

The three chief disciples.

Renzuka... went the furthest.

The Plague Daoist died on the first level, killed in a battle among those within the same realm.

In Bai Gui's view, this was not a shameful way to die. In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak. Evil cultivators who have emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood can die in battle with dignity.

The one whom the White Ghost despised most was actually the Six Desires True Lord.

In terms of cultivation level and combat strength...

Perhaps the Six Desires True Lord is the strongest among the three chief disciples.

But his death was the most ignominious.

Once you embark on the path of heretical cultivation, where is there any "brotherly love" or "deep affection between master and disciple"?
The moment the three sect leaders stepped into the secret tomb, they should have known that they only had one path.

That is to find the Great Dao Stele, break through the Yin God realm, and become the new "Sect Leader"!
If Renzuka were to kneel at the entrance of the sanctuary, then in Bai Gui's heart... he would be even less than the Six Desires True Lord, only one step away from the monument, yet he dared not try due to fear in his heart. Cultivating such a senior disciple would be the shame of his entire life.

Renzuka stepped into the sanctuary, which brought him comfort.

This also disappointed him.

Although the white-robed boy offered this compliment on the surface, his eyes showed no appreciation, only endless indifference.

He knew that Renzuka's "obedience" to him over the years had all been feigned.

Disobedience and betrayal will come sooner or later.

But as the kneeling figure gradually stood up...

The white ghost's murderous intent gradually surged.

His own traitorous disciple... dared not kneel?!

"It's truly a pathetic thing to be sent to the southern border."

Zhou spoke up.

The white-clad warrior's tone carried three parts sympathy and pity, and seven parts sarcasm and indifference.

Zhou clearly saw the change in the murderous intent in Bai Gui's eyes just now.

Master Baihe...

Kneeling means death, not kneeling also means death.

Looking back, none of the top disciples of the three major sects met a good end.
The most loyal "Six Desires True Lord" was turned into a corpse puppet by Mo Daoren, and Master Huanxi Zen Master just watched from the side... If I'm not mistaken, the Six Desires True Lord was very likely killed by Huanxi Zen Master!

"you are wrong."

White Ghost smiled.

He looked at Zhou and said softly, "Being born in the southern borderlands... is a very sad thing."

"...?"

Zhou raised an eyebrow.

Do you think we all have a choice?

Bai Gui said calmly, "Born in the Southern Frontier, there is only one path. Either live a wretched life or die a lowly and pathetic death..."

He had experienced everything that Renzuka had experienced.

These are all inevitable.

Southern Xinjiang is a vast field of Gu poison; to survive to the end, one must become the biggest Gu worm.

The weak gradually grow stronger.

In the end, they would eat the teacher who had once shown them "nurturing grace"...

It's either eat people or be eaten; that's the reality of southern Xinjiang.

The words fell to the ground.

The white-robed demon raised his palm and pressed it down on the white-robed warrior's head.

Since their appearance, the conversation did not last long. The three false saints knew that Zhou was igniting his great aperture, and every moment, the divine fire in the great aperture would grow stronger.

Zhou wanted to stall for time—

They also need time to prepare.

boom!
Three powerful auras erupted simultaneously from three directions.

Soul-Devouring Banner, Corpse Puppet Cave, Joyful Soul Sounds.

The three false saints simultaneously unleashed their killing moves—

The soul sound came in a mighty wave, and a sound wave was directed at the white-robed martial artist. Zhou grunted. He wanted to throw a punch to break the soul sound, but Mo Daoren's Corpse Puppet Cave Heaven fell like the sky and enveloped him. The mighty fist wind was completely suppressed by the Corpse Puppet Cave Heaven.

Immediately following was the Soul-Devouring Banner that shot out like a spear, which the white-robed boy gripped and thrust forward.

Boom!
The white-robed martial artist's martial arts prowess was unparalleled; he unleashed a punch that caused the Soul-Devouring Banner to tilt slightly, but even with the deviation, the strike still landed squarely.

A sneer!
A bloody gash appeared on Zhou's shoulder!
The soul's voice tore at him, the grotto suppressed him, and the soul banner shattered his body.

The three pseudo-saints gathered their energy and unleashed their killing moves simultaneously, completely enveloping Zhou. Within a radius of thirty feet, countless streams of energy burst and shattered!
Zhou was knocked down from a great height and crashed heavily to the ground.

The divine fire ignited on the white-clad martial artist's body was still boiling, but it no longer continued to spread.

"..."

Zhou gritted his teeth and sent his divine sense toward the Sea-Suppressing Formation.

At the very back of the great formation, the old man reclining on the red leaf throne... had his eyes closed, his breath as faint as a candle that had burned out.

The old man's hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword, as if he were gripping it, yet also as if he were letting go...

Anyone who sees this scene would feel worried.

But from within Zhou Xin Lake, a calm and composed voice rang out.

"Don't worry, I'm still alive."

The old man sat listlessly on the throne, his eyes closed, seemingly adjusting his mind as if in a drowsy state.

Not long ago, Ye Zu entered the Zhenhai Formation and sealed Zhong Sha's self-destruction, which consumed the little divine sense he had left... Now, Ye Zu was no longer distracted. He focused all his attention and all his divine sense on the three pseudo-saints. These three evil sect leaders valued their lives to the extreme. Even though they personally stepped forward to kill Zhou Pojing, they were unwilling to gather together.

He only has one chance to draw his sword.

This sword...

We cannot afford to lose.

"……I see."

Zhou sensed Ye Zu's divine will.

The white-clad warrior took a deep breath, calming his racing mind, and stopped dodging the second attack from the white ghost.

"Ok?"

White Ghost frowned.

He hadn't expected the second stab to be so successful, directly piercing the skin of the divine embryo and penetrating into the flesh of the white-robed warrior!
Followed by.

Bai Gui's expression changed.

Zhou Jing stretched out his palm and gripped the tip of the banner tightly. Using the force of the piercing, he swept the white ghost backward and crashed into the Mo Daoren not far away.

"Are they going to fight to the death?"

Mo Daoren's expression also changed drastically.

He wasn't wary of Zhou, but rather of the old man on the red-leaf throne.

In Zhou's exchange of injuries, he saw only one possibility...

Ye Zu is about to draw his sword!

Mo Daoren subconsciously reversed his direction, but the moment he fled, he realized something was wrong... The three pseudo-saints seemed to be in three different directions, but after he reversed his direction, he met up with Huanxi Chanzhu, who was hiding on the far side.

"boom!"

Seeing this, Zhou's eyes blazed with golden light, and in that instant, he didn't hesitate to burn his life force.

The divine embryo burst into flames, and the golden hand firmly controlled the Soul-Devouring Banner.

The white-clad warrior, carrying the white ghost, changed direction, traversed the void, and instantly crashed into the hiding place of the Joyful Zen Master.

(End of this chapter)