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第三千一百零六章 剑拔弩张

Lin Xuan naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

With a flick of his sleeve, a spell was shot out from his fingertips.

The Nine Palace Must臾 Sword Spirit's light grew immensely. It no longer纠缠 with the green sword light but flew into the valley in a rush.

"Bad luck!"

The disciples of Sword Lake Palace were greatly alarmed.

Though as cultivators at the Cave Profound level, they certainly still carried other treasures on their persons, without that three-foot-long green blade, the sword array naturally collapsed by itself.

Without the aid of an ancient sword array, how could a group of old monsters at the Tribulation Transcending stage match them in strength?

Many hearts were already wavering.

After all, no matter one's cultivation realm, nobody wanted to lose their lives here.

As the saying goes: "If you keep the green mountains, you won't fear running out of firewood."

Even if they retreated now and faced punishment upon returning to their sect, it was better than dying right there.

With such thoughts, many cultivators turned around and fled.

Of course, not all disciples of Sword Lake Palace were loyal to their sect. Even with the sword array broken, some still had no intention of retreating.

They raised other treasures and formed a silver-colored sword light that attacked together.

There were over a hundred people like this. Their combined force was impressive, but under the power of the Nine Palace Must臾 Sword, they were as fragile as paper.

Almost all the treasures were cut to pieces upon contact with the silver-colored sword light. The sharpness of the Nine Palace Must臾 Sword far surpassed that of ordinary Cave Profound period cultivators' treasure artifacts.

"Unaware of death!"

Lin Xuan had no intention of sparing his enemies, especially when there were so many of them. He couldn't say he was taking advantage of their numbers.

"Quickly!"

With a finger pointing forward, the Nine Palace Must臾 Swords fell like rain, with cries of pain echoing in his ears. Except for a few quick-witted individuals who escaped swiftly, almost all the Sword Lake Palace disciples in the valley perished.

Following this, Lin Xuan waved his sleeve and a green霞 flew out from it. In the valley, these fellows' storage bags vanished.

Though Lin Xuan's wealth was vast, the storage bags of ordinary Cave Profound cultivators were insignificant to him. But with over a hundred of them, their combined value was considerable.

Even if he didn't need them himself, they could be used as rewards for his disciples. Waste was unacceptable.

...

From the time Lin Xuan engaged in battle with the Sword Lake Palace cultivators until he eliminated them took only a few breaths. His speed did not slow down; it was like cutting through bamboo.

At the same time, on the top of a small island at the base of the Sword Lake Palace's Spirit Eye, nearly a hundred cultivators gathered, all at the Spirit Separation level or above—especially the dozen or so standing in front, who had deliberated with Lin Xuan during their last meeting to deal with Cloud Concealment Sect.

Their faces were as dark as water, and their expressions were gloomy to the extreme.

"How is this possible? The Heaven Origin Five Elements Sword Array of our sect was broken within a single exchange. This is one of our sect's treasures, and its power isn't weak. When did it become so fragile?" A voice of concern rang out. The speaker was a pale golden cultivator with silver lines on his face; clearly, he had cultivated an extraordinary technique.

"Hmph. I've always said that Lin Xuan's strength is beyond the ordinary. Our sect must treat him as a major enemy and not be careless. It's you who think I'm speaking nonsense. Now you're panicking, right?" A clear voice entered his ears, filled with derision. There was no doubt; only the woman in the palace attire would say such cold words at this moment.

"Junior Sister Zhou, you did say that Lin Xuan is difficult to deal with, but you didn't mention he's already at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Besides, our situation is critical. As one of our sect's elders, why are you gloating over others' misfortunes?" A deep voice entered his ears, filled with dissatisfaction.

"Gloating? Gloating how? What I said isn't a lie. It's your lack of foresight that didn't take Lin Senior into consideration. Now suffering the consequences, can you blame me? After all, I'm not an immortal; how could I know this Lin junior had advanced?" The woman in the palace attire's sharp and biting voice entered his ears. Her tone showed no weakness—after all, her words were indeed the truth.

Clearly, these fellows had been careless and now blamed themselves for it, which was absurd.

"You..."

The black-clothed man was furious. Originally, he had some reservations about this woman, but now, driven by anger, he couldn't care less. He immediately opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Junior Sister Zhou, don't overstep your bounds. No matter what, you're a disciple of Sword Lake Palace. How can you take sides with that Cloud Concealment Sect cultivator?"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman interrupted with a sharp cry: "Wang, how dare you accuse me! Do you want to fight with this fairy lady?"

"Fight? What if I do?" The black-clothed man felt regret but couldn't take back his words. With so many fellow disciples watching, he had no face to back down.

"Fine."

The woman in the palace attire was furious and waved her sleeve, revealing a piece of brocade from her sleeve. Flowers and clouds were embroidered on it, lifelike to the extreme.

It didn't appear to be any special treasure.

"You want me to show you my abilities? Very well, I'll see how powerful Junior Sister Zhou is!"

The black-clothed man's furious laughter rang out. Without further ado, he reached out and slapped his palm down. Red light like fire emerged, then gathered in the middle, revealing a Heaven-Endowed Halberd.

Red light flickered on its surface, with red符文 intermittently appearing.

Without further words, they were ready to clash.

The atmosphere on the mountain top was almost frozen.

"Insolent! What are you doing? With such a major enemy before us, instead of thinking about how to repel them, you're fighting over some trivial matters and drawing swords against each other?"

The leading elder was both alarmed and angry. These two were too careless.

"I..."

After being reprimanded by the sect leader, their heated heads finally cooled down. The leader's words were right; no matter what the reason, with a major enemy present, they shouldn't be fighting among themselves.

With this thought, the woman in the palace attire glared at the black-clothed man and swept her hand to put away the brocade.

"It was my fault."

The black-clothed man showed regret on his face. Though he was generally more impatient than others of his rank, as a Spirit Separation cultivator who had lived for tens of thousands of years, he understood the importance of prioritizing matters. It wasn't the time to argue with fellow disciples.

PS: Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all my daoist friends! The whole book is complete.

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