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The Sword Pavilion's Ancestor Chen Huaian?

Hearing this name, Yuling and Yuquan's expressions drastically changed.

No wonder the other party could easily enter their killing formation.

Besides the elders from True Martial Holy Land, Chen Huaian was precisely the person they least wanted to encounter and thought least likely to appear here.

But why would the Sword Pavilion's Ancestor appear here?

They had been worried about True Martial Holy Land causing trouble because Dan Bai had some connection with the deceased Zhang Yibai.

However, Sword Pavilion Ancestor Chen Huaian absolutely had no relation with Dan Bai - they had thoroughly investigated this before taking action.

Dan Bai stared at the figure standing before her, her gaze focusing on the Black Scales Sword.

Though she didn't recognize this sword cultivator before her, just his current act of shielding her and this familiar sword intent had already warmed her heart.

Her usual wariness toward strangers instantly diminished by half.

"Sword Pavilion Ancestor Chen Huaian, you've already killed several Jade Pool elders - your crimes are unforgivable! Today you still dare obstruct our capture of Jade Pool's wanted criminal? Are you determined to oppose our Jade Pool Holy Land?!" Yuling Zhenren had no desire to fight Chen Huaian.

Despite being at the Sixth Stage of Void Fusion Realm.

Currently no one knew exactly what level Sword Pavilion Ancestor Chen Huaian's strength had reached.

Chen Huaian remained silent, his dark robes blurring in the moonlight like fading ink about to drift off paper.

His gaze gradually darkened, fingers lightly caressing the sword hilt.

Then at a certain moment... suddenly clenched.

The entire world held its breath - insects silenced, winds stilled, even the moonlight seemed frozen mid-air!

Within this silence lurked deadly intent.

This very wordlessness sent chills down the spines of the two Void Fusion realm experts Yuling and Yuquan.

"He's about to draw his sword!"

Yuquan Zhenren's hoarse warning was drowned out by the sword's cry.

Clang—!

The sword emerged, its intent soundless, its stance formless.

Only a white arc cleaved through the night sky.

The sword qi tore through the darkness like ten-thousand-year ice shattering, its edge terrifyingly exposed.

An afterimage condensed behind Yuquan Zhenren into Chen Huaian's form, the Black Scales Sword angled toward the ground, a single drop of blood falling from its tip.

"Ten steps to kill one man."

An icy voice whispered in Yuquan's ear.

"A thousand miles without leaving traces—"

The blood hit the ground before the body.

The wind left no mark, but the sword did.

Before Yuquan Zhenren's pupils could constrict, her soul had already been shredded by sword intent.

Her body stood rigid, like a sculpture frozen by moonlight, then plummeted to crash lifelessly on the ground.

The crowd below scattered, only daring to observe from afar.

Only then did they see the thin red line across Yuquan Zhenren's neck - she had been beheaded by a single stroke.

Logically, Void Fusion realm monsters wouldn't die even if their physical bodies were destroyed - their divine souls were incomparably strong, capable of continuing battle without physical forms, easily possessing new bodies. But judging by Yuquan Zhenren's current state, she was thoroughly dead.

"What a swift sword!" Yuling had no time to mourn Yuquan's death.

Instead, her eyes flashed with excitement: "I've heard of Sword Master Chen's peerless sword mastery - today this old woman shall experience it personally!"

Chen Huaian had only displayed strength at Fifth Stage Void Fusion Realm, while she was at the Sixth Stage.

In Void Fusion, each stage was its own world.

She could kill Chen Huaian!

Chen Huaian couldn't be bothered to respond, his eyes devoid of emotion as if in sage mode.

Though sheathed, frost already crystallized around the sword's shadow cast by moonlight.

Sword Stance Seven - Ode to Gallantry.

Using this stance would enter a state of perfect mental stillness, forming a killing intent field around the swordsman where all opponents' perception would slow, while the swordsman's speed and evasion would reach their peak - at least that was Chen Huaian's own understanding of the skill's effects.

Yuquan Zhenren struck first, flicking her fingers to send vine-bells flying from her waist, a verdant miniature world manifesting behind her.

Boom boom boom—! The earth trembled.

Countless vines burst forth like giant pythons, lashing toward Chen Huaian.

The thorny vines shimmered with eerie green light, each capable of piercing through cultivators' protective energy while carrying potent toxins.

The vines wove into a net, instantly enveloping Chen Huaian completely.

"Disaster! The Sword Pavilion Ancestor is trapped!"

Witnessing the sky-blotting vines, the crowd finally understood what "heavenly net" truly meant.

"Why worry about Sword Pavilion Ancestor? Didn't he shield a demonic cultivator?"

"So what?!" a cultivator retorted, "At least he's not trying to kill us!"

"Perish!" Yuling Zhenren clenched her fist, causing the vine net to abruptly constrict.

Clang—!

A sword left its sheath.

Silver light exploded in crisscrossing flashes, the vine net instantly shattered with cuts smooth as mirrors.

Yuling's eyes flickered with surprise before regaining composure.

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor wouldn't be killed so easily - that was only reasonable.

She formed hand seals, murmuring incantations.

The surrounding air distorted, moonlight turning hazy and disorienting.

"Illusion?" Chen Huaian's voice remained placid as stagnant water.

His cold eyes scanned the surroundings as the cityscape blurred, replaced by endless vine oceans.

The vines transformed into frenzied serpents flicking tongues, weaving through turbulent waves while gradually closing in on his position. Thousands of vines hung from above while countless spikes rose from below, the entire space choked with suffocating vegetation.

Yuling Zhenren stood atop the vine sea, her figure multiplying into hundreds, each wielding vine whips with icy stares.

"This old woman's <Ten Thousand Vine Illusion Realm> evolved from part of a miniature world - it once trapped a five-thousand-year demon sage. Hehe, I wonder how long Sword Master Chen will need to..."

Before Yuling could finish.

A cold glint already flashed in Chen Huaian's eyes.

"Gaudy nonsense."

He truly couldn't see through a Sixth Stage Void Fusion illusion.

But it mattered not.

Even if each Void Fusion stage was its own world?

The yin-yang sword intent he commanded, combined with the saint-level sword techniques from Green Lotus Sword Manual, enabled him - at Fifth Stage Perfection - to slash through this illusion!

Countless sword cultivator phantoms in various stances merged with Chen Huaian, finally settling into a sword-drawing posture.

"Leisurely drinking at Xinling,

Sword laid across my knees!"

As the words fell, the sword struck.

Before Yuling Zhenren could perceive Chen Huaian's movement, the entire sky seemed to dim momentarily.

The next instant, dazzling sword light erupted before the dark-robed figure.

A pale sword qi bisected heaven and earth like a white scar through ink, the illusion realm instantly fragmenting.

All of Yuling Zhenren's clones dissipated beneath this single stroke.

Only her true body remained, eyes filled with terror.

"H-how... one sword stroke..."

A blink.

The dark-clad swordsman was already before her.

Yuling immediately tried dragging the Sword Pavilion Ancestor into her miniature world - though risking world-collapse damage to her foundation, it was a Void Fusion realm's killing move - only to find her body moving unbearably slow, her proud spiritual energy circulation lagging far behind her thoughts.

Even life-saving treasures couldn't be activated - she could only watch helplessly as the sword light approached.

No...

Perhaps it wasn't her being too slow.

But rather him—being too fast.

Impossibly fast.

Chen Huaian's wrist turned, the blade drawing a moonlit arc aimed directly between Yuling Zhenren's brows.

"You... should die now."

The sword tip glinted coldly as it lightly touched Yuling's forehead.

The glowing treasure necklace at Yuling's throat shattered, her spiritual energy shield forming only to be pulverized by sword intent. A hundred meters behind, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion exploded into fragments under raging sword qi.

A straight sword scar extended from Yuling Zhenren's heels all the way to the city gates.

Chen Huaian sheathed his sword as Yuling collapsed, dead with eyes wide open.

Moonlight flowed like water, silently illuminating the surroundings as everyone watched the dark-robed figure in terrified silence.

"This junior, Dan Bai, thanks Elder for saving my life!"

Dan Bai knelt, kowtowing deeply.

Had the Sword Pavilion Ancestor not intervened today, she would certainly have been captured by Jade Pool.

Her mother would then have been reduced to a tool for Jade Pool Holy Land to refine Primordial Heaven-Mending Pills.

She might have died, or been controlled, with no chance left to rescue her mother.

"You are Dan Bai?"

"This junior is." Dan Bai kept her head lowered.

"This Venerable One—" Chen Huaian turned,

gazing at the youthful-faced girl no more than sixteen in appearance, revealing a kindly smile.

"Has fate with you!"