Chapter 845 - 674: Uproar at Danxia
On the ground, Cui Jin True Master and Bao Song True Master were dispirited, their faces ashen, unable to move.
Opposite them, three Law Enforcement Hall late-stage Golden Core True Masters exuded a concentrated aura, their gazes sharp.
Shen Xuan stood alone among them, his azure robe gently fluttering, and the Ice Soul Divine Sword at his side flickered with a faint cold gleam.
The air seemed to stagnate, with only a faint and indistinct fluctuation of Soul Power resonating from deep within the distant Cave Mansion.
The confrontation lasted for a moment.
The mountain wind blew past, rustling the dry leaves, freezing the atmosphere.
Ming Jing True Master slowly spoke, his voice deep: "Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, before acting, did you ever consider how my Danxia Sect might respond?"
"Oh? Does not your sect care about the lives of Fellow Daoist Cui Jin and Fellow Daoist Bao Song?"
Shen Xuan’s gaze swept over the two restrained on the ground.
"Of course we care."
Ming Jing True Master said solemnly, "However, my Danxia Sect never succumbs to coercion."
He slowly reached behind his shoulder with his right hand, grasping the hilt of the Profound Mirror Divine Saber.
Though the saber was not fully drawn, a sharp and overpowering saber intent had already spread, making the surrounding air seem heavier.
Shen Xuan shook his head lightly: "Troublesome."
"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, I have heard your name."
Ming Jing True Master’s gaze was like a blade.
"Hear my advice: return the two apprentices, Cui Jin and Bao Song, to us and apologize to my Danxia Sect. Considering True Monarch Qing Yun of your sect, you may yet preserve your life."
Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan suddenly chuckled.
The smile was faint, yet it caused an inexplicable stirring in Ming Jing True Master’s heart.
"I said, this is my personal matter."
Shen Xuan’s tone was calm, each word clear.
"There’s no need to consider anyone’s favor."
"Including True Monarch Qing Yun."
"In fact, my relationship with True Monarch Qing Yun is quite ordinary, not very close."
Immediately after he finished speaking, spiritual light appeared before him, with the Ice Soul Divine Sword silently manifesting.
The crystal-clear sword body shimmered with a cold aura, its tip slightly raised, pointing towards the trio where Ming Jing True Master stood.
Would he dare to confront the Profound Mirror Divine Saber directly?
Behind Ming Jing True Master, Taihua True Master and Immortal Bibo exchanged glances, both expressing disbelief.
Who in Yan Country doesn’t know Ming Jing True Master?
Under the Profound Mirror Divine Saber, few late-stage Golden Core True Masters can withstand it.
Yet this True Master Profound Ice from Cyan Cloud Sect was merely at the middle stage of Golden Core, having formed his core for only sixty years, and dared to be so audacious?
"I have long wished to experience the might of the Profound Mirror Divine Saber."
After Shen Xuan spoke, with a flick of his sleeve, Cui Jin and Bao Song, who were restrained, were softly sent to a distance of more than ten yards behind him.
He actually voluntarily created space for Ming Jing True Master to demonstrate his skills!
Taihua True Master and Immortal Bibo looked at each other in dismay.
They had never seen anyone so arrogant.
Sure enough, in the isolated Song Country, even the sect’s True Masters seemed uninformed and shallow in vision.
"Good."
Ming Jing True Master laughed in extreme anger, his expression solemn.
"Worthy of being a late-stage Golden Core True Master of Cyan Cloud Sect!"
He spoke no further, his magical power exploded around him.
Behind him, the Profound Mirror Divine Saber emerged from its sheath with a resounding clang, transforming into a blinding, huge saber aura that pierced the sky like a rainbow through the sun, tearing through space with unstoppable momentum, aimed to cut down on Shen Xuan’s head!
Before the saber light arrived, its cutting sharpness was already forcing sand and stones to fly from the ground.
Shen Xuan glanced at the dazzling saber rainbow, his face revealing a hint of disappointment.
He pointed his fingers.
The Ice Soul Divine Sword hummed and quivered, its blade splitting into countless strands of sword qi as blue as hair.
The sword qi rapidly intertwined, forming a vividly lifelike Divine Dragon of Profound Ice, rearing its head and swinging its tail fiercely to meet the space-splitting saber aura!
"Boom!"
A deafening thunderous roar exploded in the valley.
The power of the sword and saber clashed head-on, with chaotic streams of spiritual qi madly sweeping in all directions, carving deep marks in the ground.
The light dimmed slightly, and the Profound Mirror Divine Saber and Ice Soul Divine Sword each hovered in mid-air, the sword chanting and saber vibrating without end, with spiritual light violently oscillating.
Ming Jing True Master’s face darkened.
The previous saber had only used fifty percent of its power, intended to probe and intimidate.
But the opponent not only withstood it but did so with excessive ease.
That True Master Profound Ice stood still in his place, his robes fluttering, his expression remaining calm, as if merely brushing away a fallen leaf.
Taihua True Master and Immortal Bibo, seeing the opportunity, subtly moved, intending to seize the restrained Cui Jin True Master and Bao Song True Master.
However, Shen Xuan didn’t even glance at them, casually pointing his fingers as if a sword towards their direction.
Nine Spirit Banners flew out in response, blue light flickering, instantly encompassing the two within, setting up a small-scale entrapment array.
Taihua True Master and Immortal Bibo’s movements halted.
The entrapment array wasn’t particularly profound, breaking it wouldn’t be difficult, but it would require a hundred breaths of time.
In front, Shen Xuan and Ming Jing True Master remained distanced, with their energy restraining them, clearly still having spare strength.
That casual pointing of Shen Xuan was evidently a warning.
At any moment, he could spare a hand to coerce Cui Jin True Master and Bao Song True Master.
They weighed their options for a moment, ultimately not daring to act rashly, thus standing stiffly in place, unsettled and suspicious.
Ming Jing True Master slowly took a breath, grasping the saber tighter.
He realized, today’s matter was more troublesome than anticipated.
With the strength of all three, fully exerted, they may not fail to subdue this True Master Profound Ice.
But he was nonetheless at the late stage of Golden Core; if the two fellow sect members joined forces to besiege a middle-stage Golden Core.
Even if victorious, spreading word would result in disgrace, damaging his own and Danxia Sect’s prestige.
Moreover, neither side had truly struck with deadly force yet.
Those at the Golden Core Realm were pillars of their sects, affecting everything on a large scale.
Unless absolute necessity arose, no one wished to form an irreconcilable enmity.
In this subtle standoff, another escape light rapidly approached from the horizon.
The aura was profound, the speed astonishingly quick.
As the light dispersed, a Daoist, dressed in a purple robe with a lean face, stood in mid-air.