Li Si wiped away a cold sweat. This kind of ups and downs was really unpleasant. This wasn't exciting. Nobody but a madman would want to do something that puts them in a life-or-death situation.
Wei Liao, standing to the side, was also sweating profusely. He exchanged a glance with Li Si and they both exclaimed in surprise, thankful that they had escaped death. But when they looked up at the bead, Wei Liao was overjoyed and said to Li Si, "We are safe now, our master has arrived!"
Li Si knew Wei Liao's identity, and upon hearing that his teacher Wei Liao had arrived, he couldn't hide his joy and burst into laughter.
Outside, Master Taiyi's expression changed, and he dared not act rashly again. He looked up and saw a person flying from the horizon at great speed, arriving in front of him in an instant. Upon closer inspection, the person was wearing a black Taoist robe, a nine-palace purple-gold crown on his head, with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows, and was handsome and extraordinary. However, his face was cold and stern as he looked at Master Taiyi with a cold gaze.
Taiyi Zhenren felt a little uneasy under the newcomer's gaze. He paused, then cupped his hands and said, "It's been a long time. Brother Dao, you still have the same charm as before."
The newcomer was none other than Sun Tzu, the founder of military strategy, who had traveled the world as Sun Wu, spreading the great principles of military strategy. He was known as Sun Tzu. He had originally intended to come to the Qin-Qi war, but he had other important matters to attend to and arrived a little late.
Liao Zhen turned around and looked at Li Si and the others, but ignored Taiyi Zhenren completely and walked towards them. Taiyi Zhenren quickly put away his magic weapon to avoid angering Liao Zhen.
When Li Si and his companion saw Zhen approaching, they quickly went to greet him and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets Master (Uncle-Master)." Li Si was Han Fei's disciple, and Han Fei had entered the sect before Zhen, so naturally he addressed him as Uncle-Master.
Liao Zhen's expression changed at this moment, and he smiled and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Master (Uncle-Master)." The two straightened up.
Liao Zhen glanced at the crowd still fighting around him, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his body exuded an invisible aura—no, sword intent! The surrounding heavenly soldiers felt as if the world had changed drastically, and that they were surrounded by sharp swords. They dared not move an inch, fearing that the slightest movement would result in a fatal blow.
Taiyi Zhenren's expression also changed drastically. He raised his hand and pushed out with great force, unleashing an extremely powerful burst of energy. Dark clouds gathered and pressed down on him.
Upon seeing this, Liao Zhen snorted coldly, and his aura surged again. With this surge, the surrounding area within dozens of miles was as if frozen by ice and frost. The wind rose without any wind, and gusts of wind swept by. The surrounding grass and trees all moved, and were instantly pressed down to the ground. Upon closer inspection, however, it was not the case that the grass and trees were pressed down, but rather that a section of them was cut off, with the cuts being perfectly smooth, as if they had been cut by a sword.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned red, a mixture of red and blue, and he finally couldn't withstand the pressure and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Antarctic Immortal was shocked when he saw this and immediately flew towards Taiyi Zhenren, striking him on the back with a single palm and exhaling his vital energy to protect Taiyi Zhenren.
Liao Zhen's methods were indeed extraordinary. With this pressure, the scene within dozens of miles changed. Nanji Zhenren hadn't felt it deeply before, but after joining in, he realized that Liao Zhen was deliberately making things difficult for Taiyi Zhenren. Before, he only felt that the pressure was stronger, but his momentum was not as strong. Now that he was in the same situation, he realized how much pressure Taiyi Zhenren was under.
The Antarctic Immortal felt himself in another world, a world of swords. The endless void was filled with swords, allowing no other thing. Swords from all directions were aimed at him, each carrying a chilling aura, pressing down on him with immense pressure. The Antarctic Immortal struggled desperately to defend himself, feeling as if his entire body was being pierced by the endless swords.
This was a sword domain that Liao Zhen had comprehended, similar to a domain. He was a sword cultivator, especially since Xuan Tian had given him a set of swords that could be used to form formations. Previously, Liao Zhen had only a basic understanding of sword control. After the battle with Tathagata, he gained the enlightenment of the Buddhist concept of turning sand into a world, which allowed him to touch upon the realm of domains. After severing another corpse, his cultivation level increased again, and he finally developed this sword domain. Once activated, it could cover an area tens of miles wide. Within the sword domain, everything was under his control. Whether it was grass, trees, sand, or stones, everything could be used by him to become a vessel for the sword. Within the sword domain, the spirit and magic power of any enemy would be suppressed by him.
This method is a powerful tool in both group battles and one-on-one duels. With this method, Liao Zhen can secure a position second only to the Saints of the Xuanmen Sect. Even Zhen Yuanzi cannot compare to him. In terms of attack alone, even Quasi-Saints of the same level in this field will be suppressed by him, and their strength will be reduced by at least 10%. Those without good defensive magic treasures will find it difficult to escape annihilation.
This domain is not without defense. Within it, Liao Zhen can move freely, his mind moving with his body, just like in that world. This is the strongest defense. Unless someone can break through his domain by relying on powerful magic weapons or having a cultivation level far superior to Liao Zhen's, Liao Zhen is at least at the level of having severed two corpses. Unless a saint personally intervenes, there are not many quasi-saints who can break through it by their cultivation level alone.
If one could truly advance further and transform this sword domain into a world, even a saint could fight against it; it would truly be a heaven-defying method.
Taiyi Zhenren and Liaozhen were actually fellow disciples. Xuantian was born from Pangu's brain, and the Three Pure Ones all originated from Pangu's primordial spirit. They were all one family. However, Xuantian never established a religion, while the Three Pure Ones split into three religions, each with its own plans. Moreover, the struggles among the saints were fierce, and each family did not know the others. According to seniority, Taiyi Zhenren should have called Liaozhen his senior brother. Li Si and Wei Liao should also be Taiyi Zhenren's junior disciples.
Today, Master Taiyi disregarded his status and went too far by attacking Li Si and Wei Liao with deadly force. Not only was Master Taiyi's cultivation far superior to theirs, which was shameless in itself, but he also attacked their juniors without regard for his own status, even resorting to lethal force. It must be said, Master Taiyi's willingness to stoop to such a shameless act is truly despicable.
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