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Behind Celestial Venerable Hou Long appeared the phantom of an entangled dragon. His flesh seemed carved with black-gold thread-like runes, evenly distributed like external veins, pulsating incessantly.

"Luo Qingyao!" he scolded, "Do you want the Luo Family to pay for your actions with their lives?"

Luo Qingyao’s face remained calm, carrying with it a hint of contempt in her eyes,

"Who is the righteous path and who is the Demon Dao is clear from your words."

She stepped forward, and the sword rain descending behind her became more intense. Anyone who wished to bypass her would have to face the suppression of this ultimate Sword Dao.

"I say it again, this place is forbidden passage!"

Celestial Venerable Hou Long’s face was ferocious, like a Door God posted on a door warding off evil.

He cursed in his heart: Damn it! What is with this woman? Her cultivation is clearly far inferior to mine, yet why can she rely solely on her powerful Sword Dao to such an extent? Why can’t my Daoist Divine Techniques break through?

What kind of sword is this?

Celestial Venerable Hou Long deployed various Daoist Divine Techniques, bombarding in succession. Yet the sword rain behind Luo Qingyao seemed endless, falling densely. Though these sword rains couldn’t inflict substantial harm on him, there were so many that moving forward became impossible, and those Terminal Daoists behind him were already struggling just to resist the sword rain.

What kind of sword does she have!

Celestial Venerable Hou Long furiously questioned in his mind repeatedly. But his cultivation did not involve the Sword Dao, let alone such an unheard and unseen kind like Luo Qingyao’s Sword Dao.

He extended his spirit outward, seeking an answer from the crowd behind,

"Is there a Sword Cultivator here? Come and see what’s going on with her sword!"

Among over nine hundred Terminal Daoists, there were naturally several Sword Cultivators. However, the Sword Dao was never part of the Three Thousand Great Dao, so these Terminal Daoists hadn’t followed a pure Sword Dao path, and their understanding might not even be on par with ordinary Tribulation Immortals, let alone Luo Qingyao’s Mind Sword cultivated from a flawless sword body.

Outside the battlefield,

Li Yuan was watching Luo Qingyao’s figure with gleaming eyes, unable to restrain his admiration,

"One against a thousand! Now, this is a true Sword Cultivator!"

Seven thousand years ago, after his failure to open the Celestial Gate with a sword, the Heavenly Dao punished him, stripping three-tenths of the World Sword Cultivators’ fortune, causing their strength to fall far from their peak days.

And now, Luo Qingyao showed him the most extreme Sword Cultivator.

Not only making her body a sword, but also her heart a sword; unless someone has a will stronger and more tenacious than hers, no one can break through her Mind Sword.

Is this not the most supreme Great Dao?

However, it was not innately acquired but forged through postnatal effort.

Li Yuan looked around, shaking his head. He did not think anyone present had a will stronger than Luo Qingyao’s. These people weren’t even firm in maintaining their own positions and interests, how could they break through?

His gaze lingered on Celestial Venerable Hou Long, faintly sensing something, furrowing his brow slightly,

"This guy... isn’t right. Could he have received something through celestial human resonance from the Heavenly Dao? But doesn’t the Heavenly Dao only actively deliver its will to Executors?"

To be safe, he kept a firm watch on Celestial Venerable Hou Long, guarding against unforeseen changes.

Simultaneously, he also had to spare some focus to keep an eye on other old monsters still observing in the shadows.

He felt somewhat puzzled, "At this point, why haven’t Qing Ke and Fei Gongyu taken a stance? What are they thinking?"

Qing Ke and Fei Gongyu were Ancestor Qing and Celestial Venerable Zizai of White Jade Capital’s Three Elders Pavilion.

Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao had been directly defeated by Fan Wubing, choosing to leave the disputes behind and hang up high, no longer concerning himself with trivialities.

Li Yuan knew this.

But Ancestor Qing and Celestial Venerable Zizai, what about them?

Both direct disciples of the Dao Ancestor, what were these sibling disciples thinking?

Suddenly, his brow twitched fiercely, producing an acute cold feeling. His pupils contracted like an eagle’s, eyes precisely locking onto a person ahead on the battlefield.

This person wore hemp-colored attire, a bamboo hat on his head, and had his eyes covered with dirty red cloth.

He bore no sword, yet once Li Yuan saw him, he was certain—this was a Sword Cultivator!

No, more precisely a "Swordsman!"

This person wasn’t a Cultivator of the Sword Dao, but a swordsman born, growing, and dying by the sword!

The name floated in Li Yuan’s mind,

Red Heart Great Sword Immortal!

One of the three Heavenly Dao Executors.

At this moment, the Red Heart stood on the ground, looking up at the sky. His eyes were wrapped in red cloth; it was unclear who he was looking at.

But Li Yuan was certain, he was "staring" intently at Luo Qingyao.

"This is bad!"

Li Yuan’s brow furrowed deeply. As someone who had wielded a sword for years, he had a premonition—Red Heart could easily breach Luo Qingyao’s defenses.

He was certain this wasn’t due to Luo Qingyao’s Sword Dao being insufficiently powerful; on the contrary, Luo Qingyao’s Sword Dao was incredibly strong, shockingly powerful, even he wasn’t sure he could absolutely break through.

But he felt Red Heart was too pure, purer than Luo Qingyao!

Though Luo Qingyao’s Great Dao was solely the Sword Dao, she was a Cultivator, she would undoubtedly be distracted by the affairs of cultivation.

While Red Heart, true to his name, his entire heart belonged to the sword—the purest sword, free of any other mix. Such a sword is most capable of shattering one’s heart and crushing one’s will.

On the ground, Red Heart’s right hand made a virtual grip, posing as if drawing a sword.

Even though he had no sword in his hand, it seemed he was drawing an incredibly frightening sword.

Li Yuan’s brow jumped wildly, rushing forward at his fastest speed.

Red Heart’s sword was drawn, yet there was no grand momentum, nor any world-destroying power. It merely resembled the way a child would swing a stick, causing no harm to any surrounding matter.