Embers of Sword

Chapter 531 Burning Flowers
"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"

The white ghost's divine thoughts surged forth.

Mo Daoren and Huanxi Chanzhu both realized something was wrong...

Zhou remained silent, only focusing on accelerating the process.

This white-clad martial artist, who ignited the divine fire in his great aperture, sacrificed his "vital energy and life force" in exchange for a momentary surge in speed.

Rumble!
At the same time, a chilling killing intent swept out from above the Red Leaf Throne.

The old man, who had been sitting idly, sat up straight, his slightly trembling hands becoming incredibly steady at that moment. Ye Zu grasped the longsword that had been resting across his knees, its tip landing with a soft hum, pointing towards the end of the burst of golden light—the location of the three Southern Border Sect Masters.

"This is……"

Ye Qinglian's heart trembled.

All the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley raised their heads.

They looked bewildered.

The array patterns surrounding the Red Leaf Throne were blown away by the wind, and long, bright red leaves swayed in the breeze. These were all formed from sword intent, which spread like flowing water. The dark clouds that had covered the sky were quickly shattered under the impact of the sword intent, and the red leaves of sword energy that were floating above the sky began to burn, staining the entire battlefield with a faint layer of blood.

"This is... the Burning Flower Style."

Ye Qinglian had not seen such red leaves for a long time.

She reached out her palm, caught a fallen leaf, felt the lingering warmth on the leaf, and slowly turned her head to look at the old man on the throne of red leaves.

At that moment, Ye Qinglian suddenly understood something.

……

……

"Burning Flower Style!"

"This is the Burning Flower Style!"

The same exclamations were not only heard from the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Everyone in the world knows that Hundred Flowers Valley possesses a sword technique that is on par with the Great Spike Sword Palace—

Burning flowers style.

For sixty years, no one has mastered this sword technique.

Ye Zu hid in the valley.

And so... no one ever saw this sword strike.

A flurry of red leaves flew out from the throne, killing any spirit that touched them and annihilating any corpse puppet that touched them. The red leaf sword energy tore through the gloomy sky and submerged the dark waves, arriving in the instant above the heads of the White Ghost, the Ink Daoist, and the Joyful Zen Master.

The three false saints from the southern border were utterly terrified when they saw the overwhelming expanse of red leaves.

No one else has ever seen the burning flower style—

They've seen it!

This "Burning Flower" technique can be used to annihilate the Yang Spirit!
Even though Ye Zu is old and injured at this moment... with only his last breath, he is still a Yang God, and this is still a sword strike from the Yang God realm.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

Faced with imminent disaster, the first thought of the three White Ghosts was to each rely on their own abilities and escape in different directions!
Ironically, if the three of them had been willing to live and die together, they would never have ended up in this situation.

After all, stopping Zhou Pojing only requires one person to take action...

It was precisely because none of the three wanted to let the other take advantage that they were enveloped in the "burning flower style".

"Want to escape?"

Just then, the white-clad warrior sneered and took a step forward.

Zhou clasped his hands together, his divine embryo sitting majestically behind him, completely blocking the retreat of the three pseudo-saints... At this moment, the divine fire in Zhou's acupoints began to extinguish one after another.

Due to the intervention of Bai Gui and others, this attempt to reach the Yang God realm had actually failed.

The inability of the Great Aperture Divine Fire to continue burning... meant that Zhou could not complete the formation of the Martial Saint Body in one fell swoop.

The cost of failing to reach the Yang God realm is high, but Zhou doesn't care. Even if he can't achieve the Yang God realm in this lifetime, that's something to do after leaving the Secret Tomb.

At this moment, he got his wish and pulled the three pseudo-saints into the range of sword intent.

A blanket of red leaves fell, and billowing sword energy descended like a waterfall.

The old man sitting on the throne of red leaves swung his sword—

A seemingly faint wisp of energy descended, yet it unleashed a vast and boundless sword intent, as powerful as a galaxy. A cataclysmic calamity descended with the falling red leaves.

Realizing they could not escape, the three pseudo-saints were forced to hide together and jointly resist the overwhelming power of the "Burning Flower" sword.

The White Demon drew out the Soul-Devouring Banner and unleashed the Myriad Souls Array, summoning countless Yin spirits.

As the sect leader of Yinshan, Bai Gui's methods are indeed remarkable.

Unfortunately.

Thousands of spirits, upon encountering the burning flowers and red leaves, are like ice and snow meeting raging flames, melting upon contact.

A moment.

The Ten Thousand Souls Formation was torn apart by the Burning Flower.

The enormous soul banner that stretched to the heavens and the earth was like a shattered umbrella, utterly destroyed by the sword energy, and crashed to the ground in an instant.

The white ghost hiding under the Soul-Eating Banner had no way to hide or escape.

In an instant, his body was pierced by a red leaf.

The dense red leaves continue to fall.

The White Ghost let out a hoarse roar, his hands, legs, and chest were covered with dense red leaves. Ye Zu simply raised his sword and gently lowered it, and hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of sword energies fell like rain... This was not one sword, but tens of millions of swords.

Two other false saints also suffered the same "catastrophic disaster".

Mo Daoren attempted to escape from Zhou Zhen's location, but failed. Zhou, whose divine fire was waning, was in the "breakthrough phase." At this moment, he still possessed cultivation surpassing the Yin God Realm. He exchanged a punch with Mo Daoren, coughing up a mouthful of blood, but he firmly guarded his escape route.

With that punch, all that remained in Mo Daoren's eyes was despair.

He had nowhere to escape and could only face the overwhelming red leaf sword intent.

Fireworks and fiery rain poured down.

This old demon who had refined countless corpses did not last longer than the White Ghost. In just a breath, the Corpse Puppet Cave was shattered. He raised his hands, trying to resist the scorching sword intent, but the next moment his hands were pierced, followed by his shoulders, upper arms, and chest. Mo Daoren was riddled with holes by the sword energy in an instant.

Finally, there is the Joyful Zen Master.

She stacked six snow-white rattles that resonated with thunderous sounds on her head, intending to use them to counter "Burning Flowers".

A half-step Yang God is indeed powerful.

But to fight against "Burning Flowers"... is like throwing an egg against a rock.

Red leaves cascaded down like a waterfall, six rattle drums shattered in quick succession, and the expression on the face of the Joyful Zen Master turned to horror, terror, and awe. She was pierced and knocked down by the torrential rain of swords, her Dharma form torn apart, and the "Joyful Face" that she had painstakingly cultivated throughout her life was also ripped open by the sword energy, revealing a bloodied and hideous face. The Zen path of Buddhist practice had been distorted and altered in the Southern Frontier, ultimately becoming "Joyful Zen." Each Joyful Zen Master had to wear a mask, which was only removed during dual cultivation with someone. Due to the bewitching effect of the soul sound, the unfortunate person used as a furnace would believe that the other party was the most beautiful and radiant woman in the world.

In fact, the true appearance of the Joyful Zen Master had nothing to do with beauty; in fact, it could be described as quite ugly.

"Rumble, rumble—"

The rain poured down, and the red leaves fell.

Golden blood flowed from the corner of Zhou's lips, soaking his clothes.

The white-clad warrior stood guard over this basin of sword energy, swirling with wind and rain, watching with a solemn expression as this one-sided, crushing massacre unfolded.

The old man sitting on the throne maintained the posture of holding a sword.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

One hundred breaths.

In fact, Ye Zu had already used up all the sword intent he had gathered the moment he handed over the sword... The power of this sword was far less than any of the swords he had handed over during the battle within the white paper barrier.

However, the one who received this sword was not Lu Yuzhen, but Bai Gui.

These three pseudo-Yang Gods, who had not yet condensed the Great Dao, were completely unable to digest this extremely violent sword energy, which is why the "strange phenomenon" of this sword lasted for so long.

After a hundred breaths, the red leaves withered and fell.

The divine flames that had ignited in Zhou's major orifices gradually died out.

The thick rain of blood was also scattered by the wind.

The Soul-Devouring Banner, the Corpse Puppet Cave, and the Joyful Zen Artifacts had long been burned to ashes by the sword energy.

All that remained on the ground was a pool of blood...

And three twisted, shapeless "withered corpses".

(End of this chapter)