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It lacked any earth-shattering grandeur or dazzling brilliance.

It was just a simple stab.

The dark gray sword tip met the giant hand covered with dragon scale patterns in mid-air.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

next moment.

"laugh."

A soft sound, like a red-hot iron needle piercing the ice and snow.

The dragon-scaled palm of the Crimson Dragon Immortal, powerful enough to withstand even a high-grade magic weapon, was as fragile as tofu before the tip of the Immortal Execution Sword.

The sword tip pierced into the palm without any resistance, and then continued forward, piercing through the entire arm!

"What?!"

The Crimson Dragon Immortal's pupils shrank sharply, and an incredulous look of horror appeared on his face.

He wanted to back away and unleash the power of the Nine Dragons to counterattack.

But it was too late.

A hazy, gray sword aura surged into his body through the wound on the Zhuxian Sword.

Wherever the sword energy passed, flesh and blood melted, meridians shattered, and even the incredibly solid nascent soul in the dantian melted rapidly like snow under the sun the moment it came into contact with the sword energy.

"No...it's impossible..."

Master Chilong opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But his voice abruptly stopped.

Because his body, starting from his arms, was turning to ashes at a visible speed.

First the arms, then the shoulders, chest, head...

In less than three breaths.

This is the Crimson Dragon True Man, who has cultivated the Eighth Level of the Nine Dragons Overlord Body Technique and whose physical body is comparable to a Nascent Soul Peak magic weapon.

Along with the nine ferocious, blood-red phantom dragons behind him, they completely vanished into thin air.

Not a drop of blood or a piece of clothing was left behind.

Soul and spirit annihilated!

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

All the Taiqing Sect disciples in the square froze in place, their fanaticism turning into endless fear.

One of the nine inner sect elders, the Crimson Dragon True Man at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage...

Killed instantly by a single sword strike?

Even their souls couldn't escape?

"Senior Brother Red Dragon!!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

Among the nine elders, a female cultivator dressed in a pale yellow dress had bloodshot eyes that looked like they were about to burst.

Her name is Huang Yuan. She and the Crimson Dragon Immortal are Daoist partners. Although they have not officially become husband and wife, their feelings for each other have deepened over hundreds of years of companionship.

Seeing her Daoist partner's soul and spirit annihilated, Huang Yuan was filled with unbearable grief and her killing intent soared to the heavens!

"Young man! How cruel of you! You didn't even spare his soul!"

Huang Yuan roared, her spiritual power surging wildly, and a long sword, entirely ice-blue, appeared in her hand.

The sword is named "Cold Kite".

It is a top-grade magic weapon made from Arctic ice. When the sword is drawn, the temperature within a hundred feet drops sharply, and thick frost forms on the ground.

"I'll make you pay with your life!!"

Huang Yuan's figure transformed into a streak of icy blue light, carrying overwhelming killing intent, and pierced straight for Zhou Tian's throat!

This sword strike, unleashed in fury, was executed without reservation.

Before the sword even arrived, its chilling aura had already carved a deep icy trench several feet deep into the ground!

Seeing this, Zhou Tian was not afraid at all; instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He looked the approaching yellow kite up and down.

The woman appeared to be around thirty years old, wearing a pale yellow dress, and had a slender figure.

Her face was as cold and aloof as snow, but now her willow-leaf eyebrows were raised and her phoenix eyes held a murderous glint, which only added to her breathtaking beauty.

Especially her chest, heaving violently with anger, the curve outlined beneath her pale yellow dress.

"She's quite a beauty."

Zhou Tian chuckled and raised the Immortal Execution Sword once more.

The sword tip pointed directly at Huang Yuan's brow.

However, just as the Zhuxian Sword was about to pierce through...

"Huang Yuan, stop!"

A clear, cold female voice, like an icy spring, came from the heavens above.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and clearly reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a white figure appeared out of thin air in front of Huang Yuan.

It was a woman.

A simple white dress, the hem fluttering even without wind.

A faint, moonlit halo surrounded her.

She looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an exquisitely beautiful face and exquisite features.

But those eyes were as deep as the starry sky, revealing a detached indifference born of experience.

What's most unsettling is the aura emanating from her.

Vast as the sea, deep as an abyss.

That's... the Nascent Soul stage!

Moreover, he's at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

As the woman in white appeared, she gently raised her hand, joined her index and middle fingers together, and lightly touched the direction from which the Immortal Execution Sword had been thrust.

"Ding!"

The fingertips touched the sword tip, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Zhou Tian felt a tremendous, mountain-like force of shock coming from the sword, and the Zhuxian Sword was forced to stop by this finger!

Although it was just a casual strike, he did not unleash the full power of the Zhuxian Sword.

The fact that she could accept it so easily demonstrates the strength of this woman in white.

"metropolitan!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Huang Yuan immediately stopped, her eyes flashing with awe, but even more so with grief and resentment.

"Sect Master, Crimson Dragon..."

"I have seen it."

The woman in white spoke softly, but her gaze remained fixed on Zhou Tian.

To be precise, it landed on the Zhuxian Sword in his hand.

For the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in her eyes.

"Such domineering power."

The woman in white spoke slowly, her voice cold and clear:

"Where did you obtain this magical artifact?"

Zhou Tian sheathed the Immortal Execution Sword and looked at the Sect Master of the Taiqing Sect with great interest.

At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he was indeed far stronger than the previous White Bone Master.