"Whoosh!"

Under the pitch-black sky, brilliant streaks of sword radiance crisscrossed the boundless battlefield, splitting open the void and darkness in an instant. The nine-colored saber that dazzles continuously is, for the first time, initiating an attack with its true body, unstoppable by all!

"Damn it, this bastard is so shameless, not even letting my big brother rest for a moment!" Li Qingquan angrily watched the terrifying sword radiance above the heavens and cursed loudly!

"That's right, I think this thing must be scared! Big Senior Brother, quickly finish it off!" Long Xuhu sneered with contempt in his eyes, seemingly unconcerned, but the deep worry hidden within them betrayed him.

...

Under the night sky, Li Qingming stood unruffled, looking up at the heavenly vault, watching those pale almost transparent sword radiance and calmly said, "Is this all you've got?"

"All I've got? I hope you can still think that way later!" The long saber began to tremble violently, as if it heard something laughable, the cold and heartless voice became filled with scorn.

"What do you mean?" Li Qingming suddenly felt something was wrong. The first two cuts mentioned by the long saber, one a fierce beast, the other a top-grade innate treasure, were not easy opponents. How could this third cut be so plain?

Sure enough, before the long saber could respond, an unbelievable scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

One could see that in the heavenly vault, on the sandy ground, in the distant star domain...every sword radiance now had an additional figure appear out of thin air beside it. Counting carefully, there were tens to hundreds of millions.

They all looked as if they were cast from the same mold, all standing over eight feet tall, dressed in long white robes, with a bundle of white fog surrounding their heads, obscuring their faces. In their hands, they all held a saber-shaped spiritual treasure identical to the one held by the long saber, and their auras were clearly above that of a saint.

This abrupt scene left everyone dumbfounded, unclear about what was happening, feeling a mysterious eeriness.

"Damn it all, what the hell is going on?" Man Niu bellowed furiously, disbelief in his eyes.

Shakyamuni's expression was grave as he said, "Amitabha Buddha! Could this be some kind of illusion?"

The Golden Boat City Lord frowned deeply and said, "No! Could an illusory magic form such real bodies and terrifyingly formidable strength? It seems that this final cut is the ultimate move among the three!"

...

In the void, those figures that appeared out of nowhere, hovering there, each had a majestic aura that was shocking. Every one of them possessed at least the strength of an ordinary saint.

Among these countless figures, the one directly above the eastern sky was particularly conspicuous.

He, unlike the others clad in white robes, wore a wide black robe with broad shoulders and stood a head taller than the others, commanding an innate majesty. Standing there, he was like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a frigid and heavy aura.

In his right hand, the nine-colored long sword, solid as reality, shone resplendent, with endless sword qi surging as if it was about to tear the heavens apart.

Li Qingming had reason to believe that the long saber in the hands of the black-robed man was the nine-colored long sword that had been floating in the air earlier.

"Hahahaha, how about that! Do you have anything else to say? Or just die obediently!"

Suddenly, a heartless voice came from where the black-robed man stood and then furiously swept in all directions. Immediately after, that sentence, like a plague, was repeated constantly from the mouths of each white-robed man.

Li Qingming's expression finally became serious. He squinted his eyes and stared at the black-robed man for a long time, trying to discern his face. But the sword qi there soared too fiercely, and despite his efforts, he couldn't make it out clearly.

All he could sense was within the ten miles where the black-robed man stood; it seemed as though it was filled by the person and the nine-colored long saber. The boundless vitality surged like roaring waves; the ferocious sword qi billowed like sand in tidal waves—utterly terrifying!

"Hmph, Ten Thousand Sabers Facing the Sect, the Great Dao of Swords!" The black-robed man shouted loudly, his figure moved, and his aura soared, sending a towering sword qi straight to the sky. Immediately, the faces of the people inside Scorpion City, who were observing the battle, all changed, and they thought to themselves:

"Such a fearsome might, can Qingmingzi (big brother, master, senior brother) still withstand it?"

"Buzz!"

Thousands upon thousands of white-robed figures, wielding sabers in their hands, charged towards Li Qingming while furiously roaring.

They exuded a devilish might, the long sabers emitting strands of bizarre outer realm chaotic energy, filling the entire heavens, tearing the void, and rushing over, ready to slaughter Li Qingming.

The long saber cleaved the sky; tens of thousands of sabers were like opening heaven and earth, shining with a dazzling luster, striking down like lightning!

"Clang!"

Li Qingming stepped forward boldly. He operated the Nine Revolutions Mystical Technique to stimulate his vitality to the extreme. At the same time, he pointed to the sky with his right hand, and the Qiankun Tripod, surrounded by green light, soared into the sky.

At this moment, the ancient Qiankun Tripod bloomed with golden Great Dao runes, the mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish, and insects engraved on the tripod walls all emerged with unparalleled clarity, quietly floating in the void.

Simultaneously, a terrifying world force accompanied the evolution of the images on the tripod walls.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a golden, world force from within the Qiankun Tripod burst forth, merging with the space-time rule power belonging to Li Qingming, and collided with the myriad of long knives, producing a deafening roar.

This clash was so earth-shattering that it seemed to make the heavens and earth weep and the gods lament; myriad long knives and the white figure were instantly dispersed, and Li Qingming was sent reeling by the rebound force from the Qiankun Tripod. Although the world within the tripod and Li Qingming's space-time rule power blocked the slashing of ten thousand holy weapons, there were nevertheless residual effects.

"Boom!"

Far away, the top-grade Innate Treasure, the Dayan Turtle Shell, guarding Scorpion City, had already blocked these attacks outside of the Array, but the turtle shell showed some slight indentations, evidently having sustained some damage in this round of attacks.

"You really are not easy to deal with!" The Black Robed Man didn't care at all about the loss of over ten thousand "minions," he stared at Li Qingming for a while, then waved his hand again and said, "Continue, Ten Thousand Sabers Facing the Sect, the Sword Dao!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Once again, tens of thousands of long knives rushed in for the attack; they seemed completely tireless, without the slightest pause in their onslaught.

"Still coming?" Li Qingming's face turned slightly green, the owner of these long knives truly was a freak.

He had already used his space-time rules, yet he only managed to eliminate some minor minions, without any real effect. Could it be that if these robed figures wielding holy weapons didn't die completely, he would be trapped here forever?

Casting a glance at the Black Robed Man in the distant sky, a vicious glint flashed in Li Qingming's eyes as he muttered, "Damn it, I'm being underestimated!"

"Bitter Bamboo, come out!" Li Qingming let out a loud yell, suddenly slapping his chest. A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out from his mouth, and then a purple light flashed as the long-forgotten Bitter Bamboo roots, which had been deeply rooted within his Dantian, were taken out by Li Qingming.

This Bitter Bamboo, which had once grown silent after producing its first shoot, had sprouted anew. Though only as thick as a little finger, it contained overwhelming power, utterly terrifying.

After millions of years, at this moment, the roots of Bitter Bamboo were still incredibly thick and robust, twisted and tangled like a ferocious Barbaric Beast, brimming with the power of Vitality.

He planted it in a small clump of Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and then crazily threw Nine Revolutions Golden Pills, Ginsengfruits, Life Origin Water... and all other Spiritual Objects that could hasten growth towards the frail bamboo plant, allowing it to absorb the Life Spiritual Power within, to enhance itself.

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, the frail Bitter Bamboo sapling astonishingly grew into a towering tree in just a brief moment.

It spread out like a celestial disc, propping up the starry sky, as if it were creating Heaven and Earth!

Countless nature's spiritual energy from within the Star Domain rushed in frenziedly. Towards the end, stars began to circle around the Bitter Bamboo, embellishing it brilliantly.

"Annihilate the Heavenly Vault!" said Li Qingming with a cold expression, his chilly voice causing the entire heavens to come to a sudden stillness.

His hands moved rapidly, forming Seal Formations, channeling into the Bitter Bamboo roots as quick as lightning.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling golden light passed by, and from the towering plant, millions upon millions of purple Bitter Bamboo leaves fell of their own accord.

"Puh puh puh puh!"

The continuous sounds rang out in succession as the purple leaves whirled through the air. Tens of millions of the white-robed figures were pierced through their bodies by the leaves, and then following the destruction of their long knives, they exploded uncontrollably, dying and turning into a puff of the purest Spiritual Energy, restoring to the starry sky.

A quarter of an hour later, over the expanse of the battlefield spanning tens of thousands of miles, only the towering Bitter Bamboo and the high-standing Black Robed Figure remained in the distant sky!

Upon the battlefield, where once dense figures crowded, now all had vanished, slain beneath the purple bamboo leaves!

From beginning to end, the Black Robed Man appeared very calm, one could even say cold-blooded and ruthless, completely indifferent. He just watched steadily as his "minions" died before his eyes, without any intention to counter.

"Now, is it only you left? Are you thinking of reneging on your word?" Li Qingming leaned casually against the immense Bitter Bamboo, sneakily drawing some Primordial Power from it.

In fact, releasing those millions of bamboo leaves was indeed an exhaustive task, nearly sapping one-third of Li Qingming's True Yuan.

This Black Robed Person before him was definitely not an easy opponent to provoke; if he did not take the opportunity to recover while talking, he might really die here.

"Renege?" The Black Robed Man seemed to smile as he swayed the long knife in his hand, saying, "I would not renege! However, in this third slash, I am the ultimate defender! As long as you can kill me, not only will you all survive, but this Heavenly Dao Treasure in my hand will belong to you!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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