Chapter 73 Reversal of the Situation
The demon army was now in disarray. Low-level demon cultivators were shaken to their knees and wailed, shaken by the aftermath of the heavenly tribulation. High-level demon generals also showed fear, not daring to act rashly.
Only the demon leader Zhu Yan forced himself to remain calm and suppress the fear in his heart.
"Impossible! This is all a trick!"
His eyes flashed with bloodshot. "She's only in the early Nascent Soul stage. How could she possibly reach the Divine Transformation stage in ten years? Even if she's incredibly talented, it would still take a hundred years! This is just a trick. She's bluffing!"
He laughed wildly towards the sky, trying to comfort himself, but his voice was trembling: "Yes! This is just an illusion! Fake! Fake!!"
However, before the laughter died down, a white shadow slowly stepped out from Qingyue Peak.
...That's Ye Zhao.
The sword energy around her rolled like a tide, even the sky trembled. Just standing there quietly made countless people feel awe, as if they saw a sword god walking out of a sword tomb.
As she walked, a piercing sword appeared in the void, the sword light spanning the sky and the earth. The cold edge made the demon army retreat in unison, with instinctive fear in their eyes.
"This... this is not an illusion."
"It's true! She...she really did survive the tribulation!"
The disciples exclaimed, their voices tinged with tears, and more people were so excited that they knelt on the ground, shouting "The Sect Master is invincible."
Zhu Yan's laughter stopped abruptly.
He stared at the figure intently, his eyes almost popping out and veins bulging on his forehead.
"No... Impossible... She really became a god... She really became a god..."
His chest heaved violently, and his once overwhelming aura began to waver.
Ye Zhao slowly raised his eyes, his voice was not loud, but it was clear throughout the world:
"Candle Nightmare..."
"Die."
Her voice was like a divine revelation, falling into everyone's ears.
The demon army was instantly in a panic, and Zhu Yan could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and for the first time, his eyes showed...real despair.
Ye Zhao has truly entered the Spirit Transformation Realm!
The demon clan no longer has a chance of winning.
Zhu Yan roared, trying to hide the fear deep within his heart. Demonic energy transformed into a surging sea of blood, descending from the sky, threatening to engulf the mountains and rivers. The demon army roared in unison, urging the battle formation to form a rolling black cloud, transforming into a thousand-foot demonic shadow with a terrifying momentum.
However, Ye Zhao just raised his sword.
"Zheng!"
The sound of a sword shook the heaven and earth!
Countless flying swords leaped up from the peaks of the Wanjian Sect, turning into a rain of swords and merging into the giant sword shadow behind her.
When she swung her sword, billions of sword lights crossed the sky, smashing the blood sea demon shadow into pieces!
"boom!!"
Half of the demon soldiers were annihilated on the spot, blood mist filled the sky, and the demon army screamed.
The disciples witnessed this scene, their blood boiling and they shouted in unison.
"The master is invincible!!!"
…
Zhu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he activated his own blood armor. The demonic energy condensed into a thousand-armed demon god, who roared towards the sky and his palms were as big as mountains, rushing straight towards Ye Zhao!
Ye Zhao's eyes were cold, his aura suddenly rose, and his voice was like a decree from heaven.
"Demon Suppression!"
Her figure turned into a stream of light, and the long sword slashed down!
Where the sword energy fell, the sky and the earth split apart.
The shadow of the demon shattered on the spot, Zhu Yan vomited blood, was blown thousands of feet away, and his blood armor shattered into pieces!
"ah!!!"
He screamed in disbelief, "Impossible! You've only just reached the initial stage of Divine Transformation, how can you possess such power?!"
Ye Zhao smiled coldly, pointing the tip of his sword directly at his heart: "Because I have no other thoughts."
The long sword broke through the air, carrying thousands of sword lights, and pierced through Zhu Yan's chest!
Zhu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, his body fell down with a bang, and the huge demonic figure disappeared with a bang.
The demon leader has fallen!
…
Without their leader, the demon army was completely defeated.
The disciples all raised their arms, and the elders and peak masters also burst out with all their skills, taking advantage of the situation to counterattack, and in an instant, they slaughtered all the remaining demon army!
“Retreat! Retreat quickly…!!”
“Ah…don’t kill me…!!”
Screams and wails rang out one after another, and the demon army was defeated with blood flowing like a river outside the mountain gate.
…
After the war, the world fell into silence.
On Qingyue Peak, Ye Zhao sheathed his sword, as if the devastating blow just now was just a casual one.
Countless disciples of the Wanjian Sect were already in tears, kneeling on the ground and shouting loudly.
"The master is invincible!!!"
"The master is invincible!!!"
"The master is invincible!!!"
The sound shook the sky and lasted for a long time.
Xie Youran looked up at the cold figure at the top of the mountain, his eyes filled with complexity, and he sighed: "After this battle, Ye Zhao will be the true leader of the Sword-Asking Sect..."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Zhao stood proudly on the top of the mountain.
From this moment on, Ye Zhao's name is destined to leave an immortal legend in the entire world of cultivation!
…
The entire sect has been undergoing renovations, but Qingyue Peak has quietly fostered a vibrant life during the ten years that Ye Zhao was in seclusion and overcoming tribulations.
After Ye Zhao returned from the Divine Transformation Realm, he personally inspected the mountain. Seeing his disciples practicing diligently in the sword field, he felt a little relieved in his heart.
…
Several months later, the disciples of Qingyue Peak finally experienced their first major breakthrough.
On the sword field, Su Luoxue sat cross-legged, with a spiritual light surging between her brows.
She was not particularly talented, but because of her tenacity, she worked day after day for ten years and finally achieved success.
"boom!"
The spiritual energy suddenly gathered, and the spiritual sea in her dantian surged. The spiritual power between heaven and earth was forcibly absorbed into her body, and in an instant it condensed into a golden elixir, shining as brightly as the sun.
The sky was filled with the sound of swords, and the disciples were all excited, shouting, "Congratulations, Senior Sister Su, you have formed a golden elixir!"
Su Luoxue opened her eyes, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, and turned to look at Ye Zhao at the top of the mountain.
After Su Luoxue, Song Zhi also had his own breakthrough.
He was originally a person with an impatient temperament and had almost lost his temper several times, but with Ye Zhao's persuasion, his mood gradually calmed down.
At this moment, he stood in the center of the sword field, his long sword inserted straight into the ground, and spiritual energy whizzed around his body.
"Congeal!"
As he roared angrily, a golden elixir was born from his dantian, and the sword intent soared into the sky.
Around the sword arena, the disciples all felt the pressure of the swords, their faces filled with shock: "Senior Brother Song has also made a breakthrough!"
Song Zhi grasped the sword and said in a loud voice: "I, Song Zhi, will use this sword to protect Qingyue Peak!"
…
From then on, the disciples of Qingyue Peak seemed to be ignited.
Su Luoxue and Song Zhi broke through one after another, boosting the fortune of the entire mountain.
Next, both the once unknown outer disciples and the mediocre inner disciples have overcome the bottleneck one after another.
Qingyue Peak is no longer the weak peak that was ridiculed in the past, but a holy land of swordsmanship with numerous disciples and prosperous fortune.
…
The servants' room in the back mountain.
Rong Yan and Jiang Weiqing had thick hemp ropes pressing on their shoulders, which hurt them. The clear water in the bucket splashed with their steps. They were panting, and sweat on their foreheads kept sliding down their temples.
"Huh... hurry up, or the manager will scold me again." Jiang Weiqing gritted his teeth. His arms were numb from carrying water for a long time, as if they were burned by fire.
Rong Yan didn't say anything, but his steps were so heavy that he could hardly move.
They were merely menial disciples, and if they failed to complete their daily tasks of fetching water, chopping firewood, etc., they would be punished more severely.
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