The four sages tacitly withdrew the auspicious clouds, and the extraordinary radiance in the world naturally and quickly faded into nothingness.
The sky and the earth returned to their original colors, as if the brilliance just moments before had been an illusion.
Hu Le stood up at this moment, a faint smile on his face, and said in a relaxed tone: "This mortal world is not a place for us to stay for long."
Why don't we go and settle this score with them now, so we can return and enjoy billions of years of peace?"
The Master of Heaven also stood up, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes, and said, "That's right. Let's go together and meet those people."
The two exchanged a glance and walked side by side out of the reed hut, followed by a large group of disciples.
In the blink of an eye, the group disembarked from the reed hut, mounted their respective mounts, and headed in the opposite direction.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind an empty reed hut.
When they reached the center of the battlefield, they finally reined in their horses and stopped advancing.
The Master of Heaven looked around, his gaze settling on the distant thatched hut, and called out loudly, "Fellow Daoists, now that you've arrived, why don't you come and greet us?"
His voice, like thunder, resounded through the sky, deafeningly loud...
"Hehe... What a Tongtian! This fellow's temper is still as impatient as ever..." Yuanshi Tianzun laughed to those around him.
Lao Tzu smiled faintly, "I think he'll always be like this; he can't change."
As he spoke, he stood up, leaning on his cane, and gracefully walked out of the thatched hut.
Yuanshi Tianzun got up and quickly followed.
The disciples hurriedly stepped forward to chase after them.
When the two sides met on the battlefield, they sat comfortably on their mounts and cloud chariots, without dismounting.
Next, the two sides exchanged a few words in front of their troops.
After blaming each other and engaging in a heated debate, seeing that they could not persuade their opponent, they could only resort to tricks and ingenuity to determine who was superior.
Hu Le reached out and called Dou Nengsheng over, giving him a few instructions.
After Dou Nengsheng agreed, he immediately jumped into the arena.
"Listen up, all of you facing me. Who among you has the guts to come out and fight me?"
He looked at the people in the opposing camp, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes, as if he were full of anticipation.
As he spoke, a sharp sword suddenly appeared in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light that inspired fear.
The boy's voice was loud and powerful, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.
As he finished speaking, the atmosphere became tense.
Everyone held their breath, watching Dou Nengsheng intently.
In this great calamity, the battle between the two sides is destined to be extremely fierce, and no one knows what the final outcome will be.
Where did he get such composure? Did he really think the disciples of the Human Sect and the Chan Sect were pushovers?
As fellow disciples of the patriarch, they didn't believe they could win a fight, and naturally couldn't stand his arrogance...
Just then, a figure flashed past and jumped into the arena. It turned out to be Qi Shuming, a third-generation disciple of the Human Sect.
He was also carrying a sword in his hand at this moment.
His face was cold as he shouted at Dou Nengsheng, "You Taoist disciple, don't be so arrogant. I've come to deal with you."
Having said that, Qi Shuming lunged forward and swung his sword at Dou Nengsheng.
Dou Nengsheng was not afraid of him and immediately raised his sword to meet him.
"Good timing!"
After a loud shout, the two swords clashed together, producing a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.
Boundless sword energy burst forth, churning the surrounding void into chaos.
In the blink of an eye, amidst the dazzling sword light, the two exchanged more than ten rounds without a clear victor.
Everyone was captivated by the spectacular fight, their eyes shining.
Both of them are top talents in the cultivation world. One of them is the chief of the third generation of Taoism. He has great Taoist skills and supernatural powers, and his status is extremely noble.
The other is the leader of the Emei Sect, whose supernatural abilities are also extremely high.
The two fought back and forth for over a hundred rounds, but neither could gain the upper hand.
Knowing that he could not defeat Dou Nengsheng with just his long sword, Qi Shuming used a feint to get rid of Dou Nengsheng. In a flash, he jumped ten miles away.
He formed a sword incantation with his hands and shouted, "Go!"
The next instant, a beam of celestial light suddenly rose from behind his head.
Immediately afterwards, a golden flying sword suddenly flew out from the celestial light, shooting straight towards Dou Nengsheng at an astonishing speed.
Seeing this, Dou Nengsheng quickly extended his left hand, and a snow-white lotus flower slowly rose from his palm, meeting the flying sword.
The white lotus, shimmering with light, barely managed to deflect the sword.
"It is impolite not to reciprocate, so you will also take a hit from my Heavenly Thunder."
Before Qi Shuming could retract his flying sword, Dou Nengsheng suddenly raised his hand and pointed with his fingers.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled.
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of divine lightning struck down from the heavens.
Rumble!
The lightning exploded, transforming into countless electric snakes that roared towards Qi Shuming.
Faced with such terrifying Heavenly Thunder, Qi Shuming's expression changed slightly.
He hurriedly made a hand seal and swung his sword repeatedly in the air, temporarily dispelling the divine lightning.
However, before he could catch his breath, Dou Nengsheng unleashed another move.
Everyone was shocked!
He then released a burst of five-colored light from his sleeve.
And deep within that radiant light, hung a pair of innate dragon and tiger scissors, radiating light that dazzled and captivated all who beheld them.
With a whoosh, the Dragon Tiger Ruyi Scissors shot up like lightning, moving at incredible speed, and arrived above Qi Shuming in the blink of an eye.
In that split second, the Dragon Tiger Ruyi Scissors, enveloped in a burst of light, descended and arrived less than three feet above his head, a situation that was extremely perilous.
Qi Shuming's heart tightened as he felt a powerful killing intent envelop him. He knew that the object before him was a primordial spiritual treasure, containing endless killing intent.
Such a sharp aura is comparable to that of all the flying swords in the entire Emei Sword Sect.
Faced with such a formidable enemy, he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly used his escape technique, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing swiftly close to the ground.
"Trying to escape? It's not that easy."
Seeing this, Dou Nengsheng snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand and pointed upwards, chanting incantations as he manipulated the Dragon Tiger Ruyi Scissors to continue his pursuit of Qi Shuming.
Having not witnessed bloodshed for many years, the Dragon-Tiger Ruyi Scissors were finally awakened to their ferocious nature. After circling in the air once, they once again slashed at Qi Shuming at an astonishing speed.
Qi Shuming dodged away in a flash.
However, he could dodge the first day of the month, but he couldn't dodge the fifteenth.
The Dragon Tiger Ruyi Scissors seemed to have become a persistent ailment, and several attempts to get rid of it failed.
Left with no other choice, he could only summon his flying sword and charge towards the Dragon Tiger Ruyi Scissors.
After all, he was the head of the Emei Sword Sect. In terms of swordsmanship, apart from his teacher, Master Changmei, there were very few people in the entire Emei Sect who could rival him.
Even his senior brothers, Xuanzhenzi and the ascetic monk, might not be as skilled in swordsmanship as him...
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