This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan glanced at Ye Yuan, who was covered in charred black blood. This old guy was really tough; his injuries looked frightening, but they weren't actually life-threatening.

"Shouldn't we also learn the last of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Techniques, the Seven Arrows of Nailhead?"

In terms of destructive power, this supernatural ability is definitely the strongest among the Thirty-Six Techniques.

However, Li Daoxuan always felt that this supernatural power was too sinister and contrary to the laws of nature, so he subconsciously felt some resistance to it.

However, it seems that it is still necessary to learn it now.

Faced with the Qingyun Holy Lord's compromise, Li Daoxuan chuckled:

"What? You're just going to give up because you can't win?"

The Holy Lord of Qingyun glanced back at the Qingyun Sword Formation, which was now incomplete, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

After Li Daoxuan took out that treasure, he knew that Qingyun Sword Sect had absolutely no chance of winning this farce.

Even if he were to use up the spiritual energy of the blessed land to keep Li Daoxuan here, this blessed land would still fall into silence and slowly become mediocre. For a great sect with a history of thousands of years, this would undoubtedly be a greater blow.

The Azure Cloud Saint Lord did not answer Li Daoxuan's question, but turned to face the seven main peaks, a faint blue light appearing in his palm.

In an instant, the power of heaven and earth surged, and the figure of a young disciple flew up from each of the seven main peaks.

Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up; these seven people were the white-robed youths who had entered the Jingming Cave Heaven back then.

Apart from Ye Tingzhou and Yun Zhen, who had already been killed by him, everyone else was here.

The seven disciples were terrified and no longer had the arrogant demeanor they had shown in the cave.

Nangong Jue roared even louder:

"Holy Lord, spare me! I am the current young master of the Nangong family, I cannot die..."

As they spoke, one figure after another flew out from the floating mountain ranges. They were all the families or elders behind these young disciples.

Li Daoxuan's expression clearly indicated that he would not let these disciples go. The fact that these disciples were chosen to enter the Jingming Cave Heaven meant that they were the most talented and promising young generation in their respective families.

How could they bear to send them away like this?

Before these people could even speak, the Qingyun Saint Lord raised his hand and a terrifyingly powerful longsword appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, a sword aura blocked the way in front of the family elders, like a chasm. Even though they all had considerable cultivation, they dared not touch it easily.

After all, that was the Qingyun Sword, a celestial sword passed down from the ancestors of the Qingyun Sword Sect. It not only represented the absolute authority of the sect leader but also possessed the power to easily kill an Earth Immortal.

Where is there anything they can offend?

"Get back inside! If you dare cross that line, kill..."

The Holy Lord of Qingyun spoke in a deep voice.

"Holy Lord... these are all the cream of the crop among the younger generation of our Holy Sect..."

Some people were unwilling to accept this and pleaded in trembling voices.

The Holy Master of Qingyun glanced at the young disciples who were bound by sword energy, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

But compared to the inheritance and future of the entire Qingyun Sword Sect, what are a few young disciples?

"There are rules before entering the cave: one should not easily clashed with the original inhabitants of the cave."

"They broke the rules and deserved this punishment..."

Nangong Jue and his disciples were so frightened that they turned pale and could only beg for mercy.

Several disciples even poured all the dirty water on Nangong Jue and Yun Zhen.

"Holy Lord, spare me... Yun Zhen and Nangong Jue killed those people; I didn't lift a finger..."

"That's right, Your Majesty, we are all innocent..."

Hearing these words, the Holy Lord of Qingyun showed no mercy; the reluctance in his eyes gradually turned into intense killing intent...

"shut up..."

A sharp shout, like a bolt from the blue, stunned everyone, leaving them frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

The Holy Lord of Qingyun turned around and looked at Li Daoxuan coldly, saying:

"It is my fault for failing to discipline my disciples properly, which led them to commit such a grave mistake. Senior, you are a reclusive master; I wonder if you could show leniency and spare their lives..."

Li Daoxuan smiled without saying a word, casually summoned a divine dragon, and sat peacefully on the top of the dragon's head, quietly watching Qingyun Saint perform.

The Holy Lord of Qingyun frowned deeply, and the knuckles of his hand gripping the sword had turned white.

But in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to send those disciples in front of Li Daoxuan.

Seeing the Qingyun disciples crying and begging for mercy, Li Daoxuan casually cast a few immobilization talismans to silence them, then looked at the Qingyun Holy Master and said:

"As expected of the leader of a sect, such courage and determination are admirable."

The Holy Lord of Qingyun smiled faintly and said in a deep voice:

"In that case, please leave my Azure Cloud Sacred Realm, senior, and we'll call it even here. How about that?"

Li Daoxuan's gaze swept over the people behind the Qingyun Saint Master. If looks could kill, he would probably have been torn to pieces by now.

He sneered and said loudly:

"Lord Qingyun, I have a piece of advice for you, and for all of your sect."

"There have never been any eternally powerful beings in this world, nor have there ever been any sects that have never declined."

"If you are reborn, don't overestimate yourself, and don't treat those who are inferior to you as mere ants."

That's all I have to say. Farewell...

Having said that, Li Daoxuan ignored the Qingyun Saint Master's ashen face and prepared to leave with the others.

Just then, a sword light suddenly appeared from the sky, carrying an extremely strong killing intent as it attacked Li Daoxuan.

"Stop! You're not allowed to leave! Give me back my son's life!"

Li Daoxuan casually waved his hand, shattering the sword light.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful woman flying rapidly towards me, holding a long sword and her eyes filled with murderous intent.

The visitor was none other than Yuxiu, the owner of Lingquan Courtyard.

The Holy Lord of Qingyun flashed forward and blocked Yuxiu's path, pulling her back.

"What are you doing here? Go back..."

Yu Xiu's face was contorted with rage as she pointed her sword at Li Daoxuan and roared:

"No... Master... He killed Yunzhen, he killed my daughter..."

Li Daoxuan was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, Yun Zhen seemed to call her aunt.

The Holy Lord of Qingyun frowned and said sternly:

"Yun Zhen committed a grave mistake and deserves this calamity..."

Yu Xiu was stunned, then turned to look at the Holy Lord of Qingyun, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Master... what... what did you say?"

After a moment of silence, Yuxiu went completely mad and roared:

"That's Yunzhen... She's not just my daughter, she's also your own, Master..."

"shut up..."

The Holy Lord of Qingyun interrupted her, striking Yuxiu in the chest with a palm strike, sending her flying and sealing off her meridians, rendering her completely immobile.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but think to himself:

"It seems that the Holy Lord of Qingyun also has a personal affair..."

However, he had no interest in caring about that.

"Oh, right, she's here. I'd like to ask her for something as compensation from your Qingyun Sword Sect."

The Holy Lord of Qingyun's face turned ashen, and he roared:

"Don't go too far, senior..."

Li Daoxuan smiled and waved his hand, saying:

"It's nothing rare, just the innate spiritual root of the little spirit nurtured by the spiritual spring in the Spirit Spring Courtyard. This is nothing to your powerful Qingyun Sword Sect, is it?"

The Holy Lord of Qingyun gritted his teeth and, without saying a word, raised his hand to strike.

A ball of light shimmering with a bluish-green glow flew out of Yu Xiu's body and was casually tossed to Li Daoxuan by the Qingyun Saint Master.

After carefully storing the spiritual root, Li Daoxuan was overjoyed and laughed:

"Lord Qingyun, farewell. I hope you will remember my words. Farewell..."

With a dragon's roar, Li Daoxuan transformed into a wisp of light and vanished.

The face of the Holy Lord of Qingyun turned completely gloomy.

The peak master of Tianjian Peak flew closer, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Holy Lord, are we just going to let him bully our Azure Cloud Sword Sect like this?"

Cangming took a deep breath, sheathed his Azure Cloud Sword, turned to look into the depths of the blessed land, and said coldly:

"If you're not as skilled as others, don't blame them for riding on your head..."