Remould the Glory of Sword Art

This sword strike was incredibly fast.

In an instant, it pierced through the Lotus Fire Shield.

Blood splattered and splashed, paper snow fell gracefully, the white snow and red blood created a stark contrast, truly tragic.

"This is..."

Jiang Huang stared at the ink-black Sword Qi, lost in thought.

A straight line shot through the void, sweeping out from the end of the snowy Broken Buddha Cliff, this Sword Qi shot from deeper within the Snow Forest, several miles from the battlefield. When she first entered the Broken Buddha Cliff, she intended to search the entire Outer Wall Ridge, but the appearance of Cheng Er disrupted this plan.

Thus.

Just not far from here, someone had been observing the battle.

"Path of Destruction Taoist Intent..."

Xuan Jin was also stupefied.

He observed the intense Annihilation Qi permeating the air, his expression turned to shock, he looked incredulously at Cheng Er.

"..."

The fallen Second Master struggled to prop herself up to a seated position.

She cast a glance at Xuan Jin.

Everything was understood without words.

At this moment, the world enshrouded by the Lotus Fire Shield was in a deathly silence.

Everyone recognized this Sword Qi.

In the world... there should be no one who does not recognize this Sword Qi.

"Xie Xuanyi."

Chi Fu Dragon Lord muttered hoarsely three words.

He bowed his head.

A large hole was opened on his chest by the sword, blood flowed down in streams.

The sword seemed underwhelming in power.

Yet its true might was unexpectedly overwhelming...

The dense Path of Destruction Taoist Intent flowed through his bones and meridians.

Chi Fu Dragon Lord was instantly assaulted by a piercing coldness.

Sword Qi imbued with the Annihilation Killing Realm scattered into countless threads, spreading within his blood, colliding and disrupting.

Chi Fu Dragon Lord staggered backward, nearly falling heavily to the ground, but was supported by Jiang Huang, he still maintained control of the Lotus Fire Shield, not dissolving the heated barrier.

"Escape..."

Chi Fu Dragon Lord squeezed out the words with difficulty.

He couldn’t have imagined it.

Just nearby, there was still another Xie Xuanyi waiting for him.

This Human Race Sword Cultivator truly feared no death, despite being heavily injured at the Ruins, yet refused to flee south, choosing to advance north.

Fate sometimes toys with people in this manner.

Of all places, it was Lushui Cave Heaven.

Of all times, it was now.

How was Chi Fu supposed to evade such a deadly predicament, how could he?

"The void is sealed by the falling paper snow."

Chi Fu Dragon Lord lowered his voice, articulating each word: "But it doesn’t matter, next I will burn my life... once the void grip loosens, you must immediately send out a Communication Order, simultaneously use a Treasure to escape."

He cracked a smile.

The Paperman Sect and Xie Xuanyi joined forces.

In this match, he was destined for inevitable disaster...

The only thing left that he could do was preserve Heavenly Phoenix Palace’s Future Throne.

"Don’t do this."

Jiang Huang lowered her gaze, gripping Chi Fu’s hand firmly.

She could feel that the vitality within Chi Fu’s body was rapidly diminishing...

In some sense.

The sword thrust of Xie Xuanyi was even more fatal than Lu Yuzhen’s Manifestation Divine Power!

"There’s still a chance."

Jiang Huang intended to offer comforting words, but they felt terribly hollow once at the tip of her tongue.

Still a chance?

What chance remains...

Lu Yuzhen’s "Manifestation" was only half completed, perhaps this Daoist Master intended to finish only half.

Causing the Lotus Fire Shield to appear cracked.

The rest was left for Xie Xuanyi, and that would be enough.

Xie Xuanyi attacked once, severely injuring Chi Fu Dragon Lord, for the following second and third sword strikes...

How could Chi Fu resist?

How could she resist?

"No more chances..."

Chi Fu Dragon Lord shook his head.

Compared to Jiang Huang, he was much more realistic and composed.

After years of cultivation.

There was no kind of deadly scenario he had yet to encounter, back in the Battle of Poison, Chi Fu Dragon Lord battled two Human Race Great Divine Power users without being enveloped in such despair as today. He had a clear understanding of his prowess, if it were a solo duel, perhaps there’d be a thirty percent chance of victory.

After all, the opponents he faced were not in peak condition.

Xie Xuanyi was gravely wounded by the Great Palace Master.

Lu Yuzhen unable to fully achieve Manifestation.

But...

Today’s slaughter was indeed "unlucky" for him.

The reckless engagement in the Great Calculation depleted vast amounts of Primordial Energy and Divine Soul.

Two top-tier Great Divine Power users had intervened, secretly conspiring.

Where could he find any chance?

All paths to life were severed.

All that remained was the word ’desperation’.

If he could drag someone down with him upon death, it might be deemed worth it.

Just as Chi Fu Dragon Lord was prepared to burn his Life Soul for a final struggle, the sound of paper tearing resonated in the void once more.

Rip!

The slender tear sound, akin to plucking a string in the deathly quiet world.

Only those Great Cultivators who had witnessed Xie Xuanyi’s Flying Sword assaults knew the terror of this sound...

Almost instantly.

Chi Fu Dragon Lord’s body tensed, instinctively breaking out in cold sweat.

That previous sword had hurt far too much.

Piercing the soul, unforgettable for life.

He feared that lowering his head again would reveal another despairing sight of the ink-black Sword Qi piercing his chest.

Yet destiny seemed kinder to him this time.

With the sound of void shattering, a stream of light once more spanned the void, slicing out from a distant ancient temple, this time not the chilling ink-black Sword Qi, but a striking golden beam refined to the extreme, this was Xie Xuanyi’s Lifebound Flying Sword Chen Ke.

This strike harbored killing intent even stronger and more imposing than the previous one.

Nonetheless.

This sword’s target was not Chi Fu.

But...

Lu Yuzhen!

With a tearing sound.

The Paperman Daoist Master upon the zenith of the clouds reacted instantly!

This second sword was faster and more perilous than the first, but Lu Yuzhen irrationally shifted an inch, making an ultimate dodge amidst the Thunder Pool’s oppressive aura. He evaded the direct chest strike of the Flying Sword, but didn’t manage to completely avoid this sword... this body was only half "Manifested".

At this moment, Lu Yuzhen was in an exceptionally complex state.

One foot in "the present", the other in "the past".

This condition allowed him to act, break the Lotus Fire Shield, suppress Chi Fu Dragon Lord...

Similarly.

This state made him no longer a nebulous soul thought.

Once Manifested, he can be killed.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Chen Ke cleaved through several miles, pierced the Thunder Pool, shredded Lu Yuzhen’s cornered cloak.

The Paperman Daoist Master furrowed his brow, at the brink of crisis, stretched out his hand, tightly grasping the unstoppable Golden Flying Sword like a radiant arc.

Yet this sword was vastly sharp.

Even he couldn’t retreat unscathed.

Blood poured from his palm.

"Heh..."

Lu Yuzhen chuckled in part surprise, part resignation.

He slowly turned, gazing towards the direction of the ancient temple.

Snow danced, mist enveloped.

A dark silhouette seated in a wheelchair was pushed by a woman, emerging from the boundless fog.