All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

On the other side of the battlefield, however, the atmosphere was completely different.

There was no overwhelming sword intent like Jiang Wuchen's, nor the hypocritical acting of Chen Su and Li Sinan. There were only two completely different auras confronting each other, filled with murderous intent and tension.

Xiaoyaozi, dressed in green robes and holding a whisk, had a handsome face and an otherworldly air. He was surrounded by a faint Taoist aura, appearing gentle and refined, as if he were untouched by worldly strife. But at this moment, his eyes were unusually firm, the whisk in his hand trembled slightly, and his aura became sharp, devoid of his usual carefree and indifferent demeanor.

Opposite him was a man dressed in red.

The man was tall and imposing, with a resolute face and a faint hint of ferocity between his brows. He was surrounded by raging flames, which were no ordinary flames, but rather heaven-burning flames with destructive power, scorching the surrounding air and even slightly distorting the void, emitting a pungent heat wave.

Burning fiercely.

Xiaoyaozi's senior brother was once the most talented disciple of the Taoist school, with talent far surpassing Xiaoyaozi's and unfathomable strength. However, due to an accident, he cultivated the Burning Heaven Heart Method and ultimately left the Taoist school.

The two brothers, one cultivated the pure qi of Taoism, gentle and peaceful, focusing on a carefree life; the other cultivated the Heaven-Burning Heart Method, decisive in action, focusing on the destruction of everything.

Two completely different auras collided and suppressed each other, and the tension in the air grew stronger and stronger, as if an earth-shattering battle would break out at any moment.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaoyaozi slowly raised the whisk in his hand, looked at Fenlie with a firm gaze, and said calmly, "Senior brother, it's time for us to have a match."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoyaozi's Taoist aura surged instantly. With a gentle wave of his whisk, countless streams of pure energy shot towards Fenlie like sharp swords. A faint fragrance filled the air, creating a stark contrast with the fiery aura surrounding Fenlie.

However, in response to Xiaoyaozi's provocation, Fenlie merely snorted coldly, "Have we fought before?"

"I didn't agree to that."

He slightly raised his hand, and the blazing flames surrounding him instantly surged, forming a massive fiery barrier in front of him. The incoming Daoist pure energy landed on the fiery barrier and was instantly burned away, leaving not a trace, as if it had never existed.

His fiery gaze was like a knife, fixed on Xiaoyaozi. His tone was icy, carrying an undeniable force: "Xiaoyaozi, you want to fight me? Fine. But we need to agree on the rules first."

Fen Lie nodded, his sneer deepening. "If you lose, then I will kill Jiang Wuchen and grind all those transmigrators to dust, making them pay the price they deserve!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyaozi's face instantly darkened.

Jiang Wuchen is a transmigrator. If Jiang Wuchen dies, all the transmigrators present will probably go mad. The death of one sentinel has already thrown the myriad worlds into chaos; if Jiang Wuchen were to die as well...

He can't let that happen.

Seeing the change in Xiaoyaozi's expression, Fenlie sneered inwardly and continued, "If you win, I will not make things difficult for you, nor for those transmigrators."

"You only need to promise me that after this great war ends, you will make those transmigrators repay me everything they owe me, double the amount!"

Xiaoyaozi frowned slightly and couldn't help but advise, "Senior brother, why bother... that's just a past entanglement, why involve innocent transmigrators?"

However, Fen Lie didn't answer his question, but only gave a cold snort, his tone full of impatience: "You don't need to worry about so much, you just need to tell me, do you agree or not!"

Flames surged around Fenlie's body once more, and his murderous aura grew stronger. Clearly, he had lost patience, and if Xiaoyaozi did not agree, he would probably take action directly.

Xiaoyaozi gazed at Fenlie, lost in thought.

He knew that Fen Lie meant what he said, and if he didn't agree, Fen Lie would definitely take action directly, and then it would be a real fight.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaoyaozi slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on Fenlie, his tone resolute: "Fine, I agree!"

"If Junior Brother loses, Junior Brother will definitely make those transmigrators repay what they owe Senior Brother, one by one!"

"That's great!" Fen Lie laughed heartily, his tone full of satisfaction. "Since that's the case, then let's go, Xiaoyaozi!"

He took a sudden step forward, and the raging flames around him instantly condensed into a huge flaming sword. He held it in his hand, and wherever the flaming sword pointed, the void sizzled and crackled, radiating a world-destroying power.

"Let my junior brother see for himself just how far he's come!"

"Then take a good look. The current version of myself is no longer the senior brother you could easily surpass back then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fen Lie's aura surged again, and he slowly raised his flaming longsword, slashing fiercely towards Xiaoyaozi!

A massive fiery sword aura, carrying earth-shattering power, roared out, shattering the void and causing spiritual energy to boil wherever it passed. Even Jiang Wuchen's sword intent, which swept across the heavens and earth, was slightly shaken by this fiery sword aura.

Xiaoyaozi's expression hardened, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He suddenly waved his whisk, and the Taoist pure energy around him instantly condensed into a huge pure energy shield, blocking in front of him. At the same time, countless pure energy swords shot out from behind the shield, heading towards the fiery sword energy!

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the pure qi longsword and the fiery sword qi collided violently, and the enormous impact instantly spread out, sweeping across the entire battlefield of the Myriad Realms Secret Realm.

The ground trembled violently, countless ravines spread out instantly, rubble and debris flew everywhere, and the air was filled with dense energy fluctuations. Even the sky above the secret realm was cracked by the impact.

The surrounding cultivators were affected by the enormous impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood, flying backward, and crashing heavily to the ground, suffering serious injuries. Some of the weaker cultivators were even directly shaken to the point of their souls being scattered and turning into dust by the impact.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wuchen, standing in the center of the battlefield, kept his eyes closed, his sword intent continuing to rise. The giant sword phantom remained unaffected, hovering in the air, blotting out the sky and exuding an aura that swept across the heavens and earth.

He seemed to be completely immersed in his sword intent, and nothing in the outside world could affect him.

Xiaoyaozi was forced back by the impact, and the whisk in his hand trembled slightly. Clearly, he had suffered a loss in the collision.

Fen Lie, however, remained standing still, the flames around him still burning fiercely, his face expressionless, as if the earth-shattering fiery sword energy he had just unleashed was not his doing.

"How about it, Xiaoyaozi?" Fen Lie looked at Xiaoyaozi, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, his tone full of mockery. "This is my true strength. You are no match for me!"

Xiaoyaozi raised his head. "Senior brother, this has only just begun. The outcome is still uncertain!"

As his words fell, the Taoist aura surrounding Xiaoyaozi intensified. He lightly flicked his whisk, his toes barely touching the ground, his body swaying slightly with the aura, and he proclaimed in a clear voice: "The pure and mysterious whisk guides the path of Tao, Xiaoyaozi rides the aura to pierce the heavens. Riding the void to pursue righteousness and uphold the laws of heaven, a sword of pure aura shatters the blazing wind!"

"Turbid Clear Sword Technique! Sword Control Style!"

"Gentle Breeze Sword Formation! Activate!"

As the poem ended, the sound of sword incantation boomed. Xiaoyaozi pressed down hard with his whisk, and the Taoist aura that surged around him instantly transformed into countless crystal-clear sword intents. Each sword intent carried a cold and sharp aura, yet it also contained the gentle and restrained nature of Taoism. They were densely packed and covered the sky.

These sword intents were not chaotic, but rather rapidly swirled and converged according to the directions of the Taoist Bagua. In the short span of a breath, they intertwined into an enormous sword formation. The sword formation soared into the clouds, with countless sword shadows. Each sword blade shimmered with a faint white light. As the spiritual energy flowed, it formed an impenetrable sword barrier, firmly trapping Fen Lie in the center of the sword formation.

The moment the sword formation took shape, countless sword intents trembled simultaneously, emitting a crisp sword cry. The sword cry pierced through the roar of the battlefield and resonated faintly with the phantom of Jiang Wuchen's giant sword that spanned the heavens and earth. The spiritual energy in the air was completely stirred up, turning into streams of air that surged wildly into the sword formation, making the aura of the sword formation even more profound and sharp.

Trapped in the center of the sword formation, Fen Lie showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, his unrestrained laughter piercing through the sword cries and echoing across the battlefield: "Hahaha, junior brother, you're still using the same old tricks!"

Amidst the loud laughter, Fen Lie abruptly stopped his flaming sword, the raging flames around him flowing at his will, his gaze sweeping over the world.

"Blazing flames shatter the heavens, my Daoist bones are consumed by my will!"

"The Heaven-Burning Heart Technique!"

As soon as the incantation was finished and the mental technique was activated to its limit, a dazzling crimson flame suddenly erupted from Fen Lie's body. The extremely fierce blazing flames no longer lingered around his body, but erupted like a dormant volcano, gushing out wildly from his limbs, bones, and dantian!

The raging flames roared and surged like thousands of burning fire dragons, carrying a scorching heat capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, rampaging and spreading wildly within the sword formation. The originally translucent white sword barrier was enveloped by this extreme flame, instantly turning blackened, and the sword's cry became shrill, as if it would be burned to ashes at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, the entire interior of the Qingfeng Sword Formation was completely filled with endless flames. The crimson firelight illuminated the heavens and the earth, and the scorching air waves distorted the void. Even the spiritual energy that powered the sword formation was scorched and sizzled. The air was filled with a strong burnt smell, the smell of flames burning the sword intent.

Fen Lie stood in the center of the raging flames, his body engulfed in ever-increasing flames, his red robes fluttering wildly. He was like a king amidst the flames, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding sword blades, a wild and arrogant smile playing on his lips. The malevolent aura around him intertwined with the flames, and wherever he passed, the sword intent melted away, and the barrier trembled—this raging flame was inherently domineering, capable of burning anything, and a mere sword formation could not contain him at all!