Mundane kings rule with armies; their swords dictate direction, commanding all with defiance!

The Sword Dao King governs all Sword Intent in the world, turning it into one sword, to which all swords bow and pledge allegiance!

Now, Su Youyi in the Sixth Realm longs to gather the world's Sword Intent into herself, but within the constraints of the Secret Realm, she barely manages to handle the Sword Intent of one realm.

This Secret Realm was originally the Lost Site of Lonely Moon Valley Sect, buried beneath the yellow soil amidst layers of skeletal remains, where Sword Cultivators were not uncommon.

Though people perish, their Sword Intent remains!

For some reason, Su Youyi senses an unusual hatred for the Abyss from the Sword Intent here, even from that sword bestowed by her senior.

Wasn't Lonely Moon Valley said to have been destroyed by the Blood Demon?

However, Su Youyi no longer has the capacity to think further, as the embrace of her senior behind her provides such warmth, and the Sword Intent passing through her hands is filled with concern for her.

The emperor's path is inherently lonely, set high above, unreachable.

But when Liang Yi willingly took up the sword, he felt not a hint of resistance, instead, it gently embraced his presence.

"I will never reject my senior brother, and neither will my sword!"

Su Youyi's voice was as faint as a mosquito, but the sincere emotions within subtly reached Liang Yi's ears.

Liang Yi said nothing, simply held his junior sister's hands tightly.

Sword Dao is lonely, but with him there, his junior sister will never be alone!

Under Yue Bai's envious gaze, this glorious sword light finally strikes without error, hitting Qiu Feng trapped by the Blood Dragon.

"Ah!!!!"

This sword surpasses the limit of a Sixth Realm Cultivator, even Chen Hua in the Sixth Realm could not achieve this level, enhanced by the "Cliff Sword Intent" against the Abyss, inflicting even greater damage on Qiu Feng!

A painful and mournful howl echoed through heaven and earth, the magnificent sword light engulfing Qiu Feng in an ocean of Sword Intent.

Endless Sword Intents wreak havoc, a storm even more terrifying than the Abyss Winds, a spectacle of Sword Dao that Qiu Feng had never witnessed in his lifetimes!

This stroke was not just from Liang Yi and Su Youyi, but also from the countless Sword Cultivator spirits buried under the mud!

Beneath this ocean of Sword Intent, the Daoist torrent manipulated by Yue Bai controlling Qingqiu's floating book could finally cease.

Yue Bai floated beside, panting heavily. If not for that senior's remote assistance, she would have collapsed earlier.

When Yue Bai pauses, the floating book from Qingqiu gradually dissipates from the world. He was but a phantom in the Time River, devoid of any spiritual wisdom. Once his task is complete, he will return to the Time River.

Liu Rouxin also retracts her long spear, her face pale and body weak, almost to the point of collapse.

Cradling the spear gently, Liu Rouxin notices the numerous cracks along it.

The spear, forged from the spine of a True Dragon, symbolizes the body of a current True Dragon's soul. If the body is in such a state, the soul inside must be in even worse conditions.

To stall Qiu Feng, the soul of the True Dragon almost dissipated.

Su Youyi leans on her senior brother's chest, or rather, they rely on each other not to collapse.

Right now, Liang Yi and Su Youyi are overwhelmed with nothing but exhaustion, their bodies drained of Spiritual Power, unable to squeeze out even a drop.

Inside Liang Yi's Sea of Consciousness, the Qinglian wilts noticeably, the candle flame from Major Orifice Breathing now mere bead-sized, flickering as if about to extinguish.

That sword, Liang Yi had indeed put everything into it, now even facing a First Realm Cultivator he would be left merely taking blows.

The Emperor's Crown atop Su Youyi's head had vanished with the swing of that sword, all anomalies around her body faded away.

After quickly consuming two Spirit Pills to ease the urgent depletion of her Spiritual Power and signaling to Yue Bai that she was fine, Su Youyi weakly turned her head to her senior brother and asked, "Senior Brother... Will that person die?"

The Sea of Sword Intent had not yet dissipated, and Su Youyi could only sense that Qiu Feng at the center wasn't dead yet!

Liang Yi shook his head; their combined sword strike, though powerful, should only seriously injure an early Eighth Realm cultivator. But Qiu Feng, even just a split part of him, possesses mid-Eighth Realm strength, with the addition of Cliff Sword Intent, it likely only wounded rather than killing him directly.

"However, it's good that Uncle Ju has gone over."

Liang Yi turned to glance at the wall of Abyss Winds; a fist-sized hole in the wall spanning the heavens appeared insignificant, but just enough for Uncle Ju to shrink and pass through.

Among them, only Uncle Ju was most familiar with the Abyss Will, so sending him after that entity was the best choice. Liang Yi and the others only aimed to divert Qiu Feng's attention.

Even Liang Yi didn't expect his junior sister to have such an ace up her sleeve; it seems this was what her father-in-law left her, in that golden orb.

Headfirst into a mound of earth, leaving only his legs dangling in the breeze, Zhou Zuixi was pulled out. Liang Yi, along with his junior sister, Yue Bai, and Liu Rouxin, took a moment to rest on the newly flattened battleground.

"I'm here; you won't be able to kill them!"

Even as Liang Yi and Su Youyi unleashed their sword strike, Zhou Yuqing and White Tiger Envoy had already ceased fighting, confronting each other instead.

Their duel was eclipsed by the dazzling brilliance of the Emperor's Crown during the intense battle.

Such a stunning sword strike didn't rouse them much, but the Sword Dao path that this Sword Master intended to take made them take notice.

Such Sword Dao, once revealed, would surely place one at the pinnacle, similar to Chen Hua back in the day.

Understanding this, a murderous intent surged in White Tiger Envoy's heart, believing such characters must not be allowed to remain!

Moreover, killing such a genius would be tremendously beneficial to his own path.

However, before he could act, Zhou Yuqing, seeing through his thoughts, coldly spoke out.

"You would be better off checking if the Abyss Envoy is dead first."

Zhou Yuqing spoke sarcastically, arms crossed, reveling in the misfortune.

With her presence, she'd prevent White Tiger Envoy from harming Liang Yi and Su Youyi, but holding both here alone was beyond her strength.

Thus, she didn't wish to stalemate with White Tiger Envoy longer; having this group evacuate quickly was ideal.

The uncertainty on White Tiger Envoy's face was apparent; he wasn't concerned about his diminished forces, but returning empty-handed was unacceptable—not just facing punishment from the Sect Hierarch, but he couldn't forgive himself.

Especially since, to reach greater heights, the Blood Demon within this Secret Realm was crucial, and he wasn't willing to give that up.

Yet, the current circumstances were unfavorable, leaving him in a dilemma.

The person below, his ally by natural alignment, needed his attention. To continue operating within this realm, that person's assistance was indispensable.

Just as everyone's actions paused, the vast Sword Intent storm below gradually subsided.

Although the figure within the storm appeared significantly weakened, there was still a hint of vitality, stubbornly surviving the slice of the sword.

The projected body had vanished, and Qiu Feng reverted to the form of a palm, now missing three fingers, only the thumb and index finger remained.

A sword wound in the palm, chilling to the bone, now bled profusely.

The remnant hand was riddled with deep, bone-visible sword marks, now resembling a formation of dry bones.

At this moment, Qiu Feng was a mix of shock and fury; he was barely spared from being banished back to his origins—an injury was minor, but the embarrassment was significant!

With the force constituting this hand severely damaged, leaving now would mean heavy losses—but he preferred to risk this remnant of his origin to eliminate those juniors for some gains.

Since he couldn't rely on White Tiger Envoy, once his injury healed from emerging from the Abyss, he'd make that traitor pay!

"Now... how much strength do you still have in you?" Though Qiu Feng was in dire straits, he could see that the people below were also at their limit.

He could still muster some Spiritual Power, killing a few defenseless juniors posed no problem.

A face surfaced on Qiu Feng's crippled palm, its expression mocking—he wanted to see if this group, facing immense fear of death, would still look as arrogant as before.

He initially planned to torment them before their demise, but to avoid prolonged issues, he refrained from further words, simply desiring these detestable beings to taste death!

Retracting the wall of wind behind him, he regained some strength.

With a cold laugh, Qiu Feng flicked his palm, transforming the Abyss Breath into a fierce wind beast, its sharp howl resembling a piercing sound as it charged toward Liang Yi and the others!

However, when Qiu Feng saw the expressions on Liang Yi and the others' faces, he faltered.

Facing this certain deadly predicament, Liang Yi and his companions were fearless, showing no sign of dread facing death.

"Could these people still have some ace up their sleeve?" Qiu Feng's eyelid twitched, a bad premonition arising within him.

But such an ace should have been used earlier, how could it still be reserved until now...

Instead of wandering thoughts, Qiu Feng stealthily hastened the wind's lunging speed, attempting to kill the group before the unsettling premonition materialized!

By then, whatever twist occurred, he'd be ready to accept it.

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