"Xuan Lingzi! You killed one hundred and twenty-four members of my Bai family! You even killed the younger generation! You deserve to die, your crimes are heinous! How could you attack a younger generation whose realm is far inferior to yours? You are such a shameless, heartless and ungrateful person. Today, I will cut you into pieces and then skin and pull out the tendons of your monster apprentice. You will die without a burial place!"
At once, countless powerful men rushed towards Xuan Lingzi and attacked him frantically.
Even the cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana, whose strength was far inferior to Xuan Lingzi, hurriedly followed after hesitating for a moment, hiding among the crowd and continuously launching attacks.
There are five Mahayana cultivators in Taihua Mountain. Except for Hao Xingzi, the other four stayed in Taihua Mountain and were unwilling to come out to pursue.
At this moment, Hao Xingzi was the only one standing behind the powerful men who had rushed forward, watching the scene from afar. A complex expression flashed in his eyes, and his right hand clenched and released the Taihua Sword, then suddenly raised his gaze, looking over Xuan Lingzi's shoulder at Luo Jianqing, who was hidden behind him.
Hao Xingzi's eyes narrowed, and he was about to kill Luo Jianqing, but unexpectedly he heard Yin Ji's soft laughter: "Can't bear to kill your junior brother?"
Hao Xingzi's body stiffened, and he said, "My goal has always been to eradicate all the evildoers who practiced the 'Nine Lotuses Heaven-Taking Record'."
Hearing this, Yin Ji covered her red lips and laughed seductively twice. In the blink of an eye, the smile on her face disappeared, and she raised her eyes and said, "Then can you really kill him?"
The one who answered Yin Ji was Hao Xingzi's back as he suddenly flew forward.
A cold sword energy erupted from the Taihua Sword, piercing Luo Jianqing directly. Even though Xuan Lingzi had deliberately protected Luo Jianqing behind him, he was already suffering from so many attacks that he could barely take care of himself, so how could he possibly care for Luo Jianqing? Luo Jianqing himself was striving towards the Mahayana stage, making it impossible for him to protect himself.
Hao Xingzi thought that this single strike of his sword would end everything and eliminate the source of the chaos. But just as he was flying his sword forward, he suddenly saw a hand grabbing onto the blade of the Taihua Sword!
Mount Taihua is an immortal weapon. No matter how tough the body is, it will cut open the flesh and blood, causing bright red blood to flow.
The Xuanling Sword transformed into a stream of golden light, continuously blocking the attacks of the cultivators and demons. Meanwhile, Xuanlingzi had somehow flown in front of Hao Xingzi. Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the immortal weapon. Even though the Taihua Sword's spiritual energy constantly clashed with Xuanlingzi's palm, leaving countless tiny wounds on it, he didn't let go.
Hao Xingzi was speechless and said, "Junior brother, you..."
"You watched him grow up." A hoarse, rough voice slowly rang out. Xuan Lingzi raised his eyes and looked calmly at the white-haired monk before him. "You know he wouldn't do anything to hurt others. He's taken risks repeatedly in his fight against the demons, and he nearly lost his life."
Every word hit Hao Xingzi's heart, making his heart tremble, but he did not answer.
There was no expression on Xuan Lingzi's face. He looked silently at the hesitant white-haired old man in front of him, and suddenly he gripped the Taihua Sword tightly, causing the blood in his palm to flow even faster.
Hao Xingzi couldn't help but shout, "Junior brother!"
Xuan Lingzi exerted force on his wrist, shoving the Taihua Sword into the scabbard at Hao Xingzi's waist. When he raised his head again, the last bit of warmth hidden in his eyes completely disappeared. His gaze was as if he were looking at a stranger, which made Hao Xingzi suddenly stunned. He could only see Xuan Lingzi's lips opening and closing, and a calm and ruthless voice came from the horizon -
"From now on, Wuyin has rebelled against Mount Taihua, and there will be no Xuan Lingzi in the world anymore!"
The moment he finished speaking, the Xuanling Sword whizzed back into the hands of the White-robed Venerable. Without hesitation, he raised the sword and rapidly formed hand seals on the blade, emitting dazzling golden rays. The Xuanling Sword transformed into a massive shadow that suddenly rushed towards the attacking Venerables from both clans.
This attack was like a raging storm, crushing all the confident venerables head-on. Twelve venerables in the middle stage of the Mahayana were sent flying backward, spitting blood. The remaining late Mahayana masters also paled and retreated dozens of steps before regaining their composure.
Hao Xingzi, who was closest to Xuan Lingzi, was so shocked by the sudden attack that he spit out a mouthful of blood. He was blown back by the air wave and smashed six small mountains in succession before he finally stabilized his steps on the ground.
Xuan Lingzi calmly raised his hand and wiped the blood from his lips. His face was pale, but with just one sword strike, he had stopped more than twenty peerless masters in their tracks, and no one dared to take another step forward.
Yin Ji narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "It's just the last gasp of a dying bow, why bother to hold on."
The tip of the Xuanling Sword suddenly pointed at Yin Ji. The handsome and elegant Venerable raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Then let's go forward and give it a try."
The cold wind whistled across the sky, but no one dared to step forward to challenge!
Although they had been severely injured, and their souls had been torn apart, their strength had been greatly reduced, but facing this elegant and calm white-robed venerable, all the powerful people present did not dare to move. Because the sword strike just now suddenly made them realize a fact -
No matter how badly this person is injured, he is still Xuan Lingzi!
The only peerless master in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm in Xuantian Continent!
The atmosphere froze for a moment. Xuan Lingzi stood with his sword in hand, while the elders of the two clans stood over twenty meters away from him, making no move. Even Yin Ji gritted her teeth, staring at Xuan Lingzi dangerously, not daring to act rashly.
But at this moment, a crisp sound was heard from behind Xuan Lingzi.
This sound was truly wondrous. The combined lifespan of all the mighty beings present had surpassed fifty thousand years, yet none had ever heard anything like it. It was like the first sound transmitted from the sky to the earth at the dawn of time—peaceful and gentle, yet trembling all things.
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