Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 118 The Fall of Shengxuan, a Terrifying Nirvana Cultivator!

Upon hearing this, Qi Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was entirely azure blue, and as the sword light flowed, there were faint sounds of wind and thunder; it was clearly a high-grade Heaven-rank spiritual treasure.

"Trying to intimidate my Dao Sect? With just your two department heads?" Qi Lei said coldly, a chilling glint in his eyes. "Liu Yan, you're not qualified!"

Without another word, he brandished his longsword, causing lightning to erupt from its blade. He transformed into a streak of azure lightning and hurtled toward Liu Yan.

"Liu Yan, let me see if you've improved over the years!"

Liu Yan laughed loudly, and flames shot into the sky around him, making him seem like a blazing sun. He clenched his fists, and two balls of crimson flames condensed in his palms into two fire blades. The blades were covered in raging flames, and even the space around them was scorched and distorted.

"Qi Lei, it's been thirty years since we last fought. Today, let's settle this once and for all!"

The two instantly clashed. Sword light and flames intertwined, lightning and fire collided, and each impact caused the surrounding space to tremble violently. On the Red Cliff Plain below, cracks continued to spread.

Wei Sen's smile slowly faded. He looked at Shi Dong, his usually narrowed eyes now flashing with a dangerous light.

"Please, please, with the stone radical."

Mr. Shi nodded expressionlessly without saying a word, but clenched his fists. In that instant, a layer of rock-like texture appeared on his already grayish-white skin, and his whole person seemed to turn into a stone statue, exuding an indestructible and heavy feeling.

Both men were of a steady and reliable style. Although their fight lacked any earth-shattering momentum, the oppressive aura they exuded made it difficult for the onlookers to breathe.

While engaging Liu Yan in combat, Qi Lei also kept an eye on the battlefield. When his gaze swept over Yuan Tu and the gray-robed old woman, his heart sank.

One is at the peak of the Life Profound Realm, one is at the peak of the Lesser Completion of the Life Profound Realm, plus the Human Demon Elder—

He immediately sent a whisper to Lan He: "Nephew, take your men and leave first! They outnumber us and we shouldn't stay here any longer!"

Lan He's eyes narrowed, and he was about to speak when he saw Yuan Tu raise his hand and coldly order, "Continue the siege! Flatten Tianbei City!"

The old demon and the gray-robed old woman responded in unison, and with a swift movement, they rushed towards the city wall. Although the old demon had been injured by Lan He, he was still a powerful cultivator at the Life Profound Realm, and his aura remained fierce. The gray-robed old woman was even stronger than the old demon, as she was at the peak of the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm.

Lan He's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword energy in his Heavenly Gang Sword surged. He could handle two cultivators at the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm, but his opponent also had a Yuan Tu cultivator at the Perfection stage of the Life Profound Realm—

It seems we'll have to resort to some special measures.

Just as he was weighing his options, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang in his ear: "Don't panic."

The voice was clear and crisp like a spring, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

Lan He was slightly taken aback, and then sensed a familiar aura rising rapidly from the depths of the city.

That is————

His eyes lit up.

Suddenly, a figure in plain clothes rose from the city and, in an instant, passed by him and landed at the very front of the city wall.

She was a beautiful middle-aged woman, dressed in a plain long dress, with clear, cold eyes and an ethereal, otherworldly air. In her hand she held a pale blue longsword, the blade of which was faintly covered in frost, and fine ice crystals condensed in the air wherever the tip of the sword passed.

She stood there quietly, without even turning her head to look at anyone, but simply looked up at the Yuan Tu high in the sky.

But with just this simple movement, the old demon and the gray-robed old woman both stopped in their tracks.

Because they felt a sense of oppression emanating from that figure that made their hearts tremble.

The Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm!

Mo Yun spoke calmly, his voice clear and cold, yet reaching everyone's ears: "Your opponent is me."

Yuan Tu's gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at the figure in plain clothes, and he slowly said, "Elder Mo Yun of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. I didn't expect you to still be here."

Mo Yun did not answer, but simply raised his long sword slightly, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Yuan Tu, exuding a chilling aura.

Yuan Tu's expression darkened slightly, then he sneered, "However, even if you were here, it wouldn't change anything."

His gaze swept across the scene, landing on the old demon and the gray-robed old woman, and he ordered in a deep voice, "I'll hold her off. You continue the siege and raze Tianbei City to the ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved swiftly and rushed towards Mo Yun. With a flick of his wrists, a vast amount of Yuan energy surged out like a tide, transforming into countless palm shadows that enveloped Mo Yun.

Mo Yun's eyes turned cold. Her white dress fluttered as she swung her long sword, unleashing a beam of icy blue sword light that clashed fiercely with the countless palm shadows.

boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and the two instantly battled high in the sky.

The old demon and the gray-robed old woman exchanged a glance, then the old man grinned and charged at the city wall again.

Lan He's eyes flickered slightly upon seeing this.

Since Senior Mo Yun has stopped Yuan Tu, his opponents are now only the old man in human demon form and the old woman in gray robes, both at the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm.

He took a deep breath and immediately transmitted his voice to Qi Lei and Wei Sen: "My two senior uncles, hold them off for half an incense stick's time. After that, things will take a turn for the better!"

Qi Lei, who was locked in combat with Liu Yan, was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. He wanted to ask further, but saw Lan He already drawing his sword to meet the old demon and the gray-robed old woman. The Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand shone brightly with golden light, and with a single slash, he stopped both of them.

"Half an incense stick's time?"

Qi Lei and Wei Sen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.

Lan He is only at the eighth level of Nirvana Realm. Fighting two people at the Life Profound Realm with minimal effort is his limit. What chance does he have?

Seeing his confident tone, the two of them didn't ask any more questions.

Qi Lei's longsword suddenly swung fiercely, crackling with lightning and forcing Liu Yan back several steps; Wei Sen's aura deepened, and his palms flew, clashing head-on with Shi Dong, resulting in a draw.

Half an incense stick?

Then let's burn half an incense stick's worth.

On the other side, Lan He brandished his longsword, its light crisscrossing, and single-handedly confronted the old man and the gray-robed old woman.

The Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand was a pure Yuan treasure, far surpassing the spiritual treasures held by the old man and the gray-robed old woman. Every strike he made carried a world-destroying power; wherever the golden sword light passed, the space trembled, forcing the two Life Profound Realm experts to retreat repeatedly, not daring to directly confront its edge.

The old man, a demon, was ashen-faced. He had just been cleaved away by Lan He's sword, and the wound in his chest was still throbbing. He was somewhat wary during the fight and dared not directly confront the golden sword light.

The gray-robed old woman grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. She had initially thought the old demon had failed because he had underestimated his opponent, and that with her own intervention and the old demon's cooperation, taking down a mere eighth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator would be a piece of cake.

But when they actually started fighting, she realized that the young man in front of her was simply a monster.

Despite only being at the Eighth Nirvana Realm, it should be quite difficult for someone at that level to even barely wield a Pure Yuan Treasure. Yet, despite giving his all in every sword strike, his Yuan Power seemed inexhaustible. He showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever, and instead grew stronger with each battle.

"This junior is strange!" the gray-robed old woman shouted sternly. "Human Demon, stop hiding your true intentions and finish this quickly!"

The old demon gritted his teeth and held back no longer. He formed hand seals in quick succession, and the black mist around him surged, transforming into a giant black ghost claw that fiercely slashed down at Lan He.

The old woman in the gray robe attacked simultaneously, her dark green cane pointing into the air, and a beam of green light shot out. Wherever the light passed, a putrid aura filled the air, as if even space itself was being corroded away.

The two attacked together with terrifying force.

Lan He's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not retreat even a step. He held the Heavenly Gang Sword horizontally in front of him, and the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Devouring Heaven Creation Technique within his body were simultaneously operating wildly. The golden sword light surged to several meters in size and collided fiercely with the two attacks.

boom!

A deafening roar erupted, and a violent shockwave swept in all directions.

Before the dust had even settled, Lan He's figure had already burst forth from the sky. His eyes were sharp, and he raised the Heavenly Gang Sword in his hand once more. The Heavenly Emperor Scripture within his body circulated wildly, and monstrous Yuan Power condensed behind him into two enormous golden swords, each a hundred feet long.

The Emperor's Scripture, the Great Heavenly Cloud-Piercing Sword!

Two lightsabers hovered in mid-air, their blades adorned with flowing runes, dazzling and radiant, like two blazing suns shining overhead. The terrifying sword intent emanating from them caused countless cultivators below to tremble with fear.

The old demon looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He recognized the move; it was this very sword strike that had cleaved him from the air, leaving him severely injured and lying on the ground!

"not good!"

The old demon was terrified and instinctively tried to dodge. But it was this retreat that suddenly created a flaw in their previously tight alliance.

A cold glint flashed in Lan He's eyes, and his left hand suddenly shot out.

Devouring Heaven Creation Technique, Devouring Yuan Palm!

A gigantic black palm print materialized out of thin air, carrying a terrifying suction force that could devour everything, and slammed down on the gray-robed old woman. Wherever the palm print passed, the primordial energy of heaven and earth was frantically drawn away, as if even light was being swallowed up.

The old woman in the gray robe's expression changed drastically; she tried to dodge, but it was too late. The black palm print slammed into her, and she felt her internal energy drain away like water from a burst dam, completely swallowed up by the palm print!

"What kind of evil technique is this?!"

The old woman in the gray robe was terrified and desperately tried to break free. But the palm print seemed to be stuck to her body, and no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape that terrifying devouring force.

Just then, whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Behind Lanhe, twenty sword lights roared out.

Those were twenty Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure Longswords, suspended in mid-air, echoing the Pure Yuan Treasure Heavenly Gang Sword in Lan He's hand, their sword energy soaring into the sky, their sharpness fully revealed.

Immortal Sword Formation, activate!

With a flick of his sword, Lan He unleashed twenty-one sword lights that instantly intertwined into a profound sword formation. Within the formation, sword energy surged, exuding a chilling killing intent that enveloped the gray-robed old woman.

"No!"

The old woman in the gray robe had barely uttered her terrified scream when it was swallowed up by the sky full of sword light.

Within the sword formation, sword energy surged like a tide, relentlessly annihilating the enemy. The gray-robed old woman desperately channeled her Yuan energy to protect herself, but how could her Yuan energy, which had been mostly devoured by the Devouring Yuan Palm, withstand the onslaught of these two thousand sword lights?

In just three breaths.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the gray-robed old woman's body exploded, flesh and blood flying everywhere. A phantom spirit frantically emerged from the shattered body, its face filled with terror, screaming shrilly, "Brother, save me!"

The sound was shrill and piercing, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

In an instant, countless eyes turned toward him.

When everyone realized that the fleeing spirit was actually the gray-robed old woman, one of the Three Elders of Tianyuan, they all gasped in shock.

From the moment Lan He fought two opponents to the moment the gray-robed old woman's body was destroyed, only thirty breaths had passed!

Thirty breaths!

An eighth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator, fighting against two minor-stage Life Profound Realm cultivators, not only did not lose, but destroyed one of their physical bodies within thirty breaths!

How incredibly fierce is that?

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

The cultivators of the Tianyuan Dynasty stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief. Their powerful cultivators, who had dominated the Tianyuan Dynasty for hundreds of years at the Shengxuan Realm, had their physical bodies destroyed in thirty breaths by a mere Eighth-Element Nirvana Realm junior?

How is this possible?

The garrison of the Immortal Dynasty was stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening cheer.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"The Young Master is invincible!"

The cheers rose higher and higher, echoing through the sky.

High in the sky, Yuan Tu, who was locked in combat with Mo Yun, suddenly turned around. When he saw the fleeing primordial spirit, his face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with rage and disbelief.

"Second brother!"

He shouted sharply and was about to rush to the rescue. But before he could move, a beam of icy blue sword light slashed across, blocking his way.

Mo Yun said coldly, "Your opponent is me."

Enraged, Yuan Tu's attacks suddenly became more ferocious, but Mo Yun's swordsmanship was exquisite, giving him no chance to escape. He could only watch helplessly as the gray-robed old woman's primordial spirit fled in panic, powerless to help her.

On the other side, Qi Lei burst into laughter upon seeing this, his voice shaking the heavens: "Good! Good! Good! As expected of the young sect leader of my Dao Sect! Destroying the physical body of a Life Profound Realm cultivator in thirty breaths, Liu Yan, does your Yuan Sect have such a disciple?"

Liu Yan's face was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth but couldn't utter a word. His gaze was fixed on Lan He, his eyes filled with fear and killing intent.

This young man is too dangerous.

If someone at the Eighth Nirvana Realm can defy fate and create a profound mystery, what will become of him if he grows up?

Even the stone-like face of Director Shi finally showed a flicker of emotion, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless geniuses, but those who could achieve this level at the Eighth Yuan Nirvana Realm were few and far between.

The old demon was so frightened that he turned and fled without thinking.

He was afraid.

He was really scared.

If Lan He's sword had been aimed at him just now, he would be the one whose body would be destroyed right now!

He fled backward with all his might, fearing that he would be Lan He's next target.

Atop the city wall, Ying Huanhuan stared wide-eyed at the figure in white, her eyes filled with admiration. She couldn't help but tug at her sister's sleeve, excitedly exclaiming, "Sister, he's so amazing!"

She paused, then added, "Nirvana and rebirth from adversity—even the legendary Zhou Tong of yesteryear couldn't have achieved this, could he?"

Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the figure in white and nodded gently.

indeed.

Back then, Zhou Tong, as a disciple, defied the elders of the Yuan Sect, shaking the Eastern Xuan Region and becoming a legend in the Dao Sect.

Today, Lan He fought two opponents alone, destroying his life-long Xuan flesh body in thirty breaths.

This record is comparable to Zhou Tong's back then.

She spoke softly, her tone tinged with emotion: "Our Dao Sect—has produced another remarkable figure."

Ying Huanhuan nodded vigorously, her eyes curving into crescents: "That's right! Don't you even know whose junior brother he is!"

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her, said nothing, but her lips curled up slightly.

As a disciple of the Daoist sect, she was naturally honored to have such an amazing senior brother.

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