Chapter 378: Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Extinguishing Sword 23 (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Before the grand gates of the Taixi Sect lay a flight of a thousand stone steps, upon which the disciples of the sect surged forward like an incoming tide, wave after wave, in a tumultuous rush.

Not only that, but within the sect itself, several immensely powerful auras erupted in an instant, piercing straight into the highest heavens.

"Who dares to act so insolently before the mountain gates of our Taixi Sect?!" a clear voice shouted.

"Sleeping amidst the pure void upon the jade snow," a male voice chanted in a long drawl.

Another person immediately followed with the next line: "Looking back, a thousand years have already passed in the mortal realm!"

"Singing suddenly to the north wind, laughing at the firmament,"

The final line was delivered in a clear, feminine melody: "Returning to hear the Dao upon the peak of Taixi!"

Four silhouettes could be seen standing majestically atop the sky-piercing mountain gates, which rose like sharp blades straight into the clouds.

Looking up, one could see four cultivators of transcendent grace, their robes fluttering wildly and their hair and beards flying in the wind, looking as detached as immortals descending upon the mortal dust.

"Hahahahaha!" From within the Taixi Sect, a patch of celestial clouds emerged from the valleys, and amidst the steaming mists of the high skies, it felt as though an immortal was being born into the world.

Even a simple, hearty laugh was enough to make everyone feel the speaker's profound cultivation; the voice seemed capable of piercing through metal and shattering stone, sounding like a vast, celestial melody from beyond the heavens.

"To think that even the four Daoist Masters—Xu, Chen, Cang, and Dao—have broken their seclusion. Splendid, splendid!" Amidst the radiant, colorful clouds of dawn, an old man clad in white with golden patterns and fluttering sleeves emerged from the deep golden haze, leading a host of cultivators forward upon golden clouds.

All around, celestial cranes cried out clearly and phoenixes danced through the empty air, presenting a true spectacle of an immortal lineage.

The white-robed old man at the very center was none other than Venerable Duyou.

Within the bullet commentary of the Origin Internet Club:

"66666!"

"They actually recite poetry for their entrance!"

"Holy crap... that looks incredibly badass!"

"As expected of a great sect, celestial clouds covering the top and auspicious signs gathering everywhere!"

"I feel like the Boss might be in a bit of danger..."

Meanwhile, the crowd watching while seated on the sofas in Half City...

Black Demon muttered, "This sect looks like it might be a bit fucking overpowered?"

Wang Lingxiao, Daoist Master Xichi, Daoist Tianxu, and the others exchanged glances: "Hiss—! How does this sect look even grander and more imposing than ours?"

Mo Xian, Yue Yan, and the others were whispering among themselves nearby: "Isn't their side just the Wuwei Daoist Alliance? Since when did they have such a powerful sect?"

"I heard it's one of the oldest sects with the longest history on that continent..."

"The Boss won't suffer a devastating defeat, will he?"

"Probably not..."

"Don't say that... when the Boss took us to fly a plane, he actually crashed it..."

"Then what should we do? Should we quickly run away... using the sword-riding technique, they definitely won't catch us!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Clearly, upon seeing this scene, their hearts began to hang in suspense.

Right at this moment, Qingxuzi, who wore a high crown and stood tall at the very pinnacle of the Taixi Sect's gates, spoke up: "A mere martial artist at the initial stage of the Martial Emperor realm, why should it trouble your venerable self to strike? Allow this seat to dismiss them!"

"Speaking of which, the mountain gates have always been watched by those two old fellows, Black and White. I wonder if they grew stupid from playing chess; to think they would let in a martial artist of this caliber!" Liaochenzi remarked disdainfully.

Venerable Duyou smiled and said, "Then I shall trouble Daoist Master Qingxu."

The Daoist wearing the high crown swept his fly-whisk and said coldly, "The two of you, come at me together, so that this seat may see what abilities you possess!"

His cultivation had already reached the seventh heaven of the Divine Sea Realm; dealing with an initial stage Martial Emperor was surely more than trivial.

The bullet commentary of the Origin Internet Club had already flooded the screen:

"Badass!"

"When will I ever be as badass as you!"

"He's already telling Old Master Nalan and Boss Fang to come at him together? Is he really that arrogant?"

Daoist Master Qingxu was lifted by a gust of pure wind, standing suspended in midair, and gestured toward the two men on the steps: "Come."

Before his voice could even fade, a silhouette treading upon a flying sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning, closing the distance at a speed completely unmatched by ordinary cultivators.

Before anyone could react, a fist as large as a clay pot rapidly enlarged in his vision until it completely obscured his entire face.

"Ah—!"

Accompanied by a miserable shriek, a figure crashed downward from the sky like a cannonball.

Boom!

A massive crater was smashed into the stone steps of the mountain path ahead.

A figure climbed out of the giant pit through gritted teeth; not only was his protective spiritual barrier shattered, but a deep purple fist print had appeared on his face, and his nose was completely crooked to one side.

"Hahaha! Is this the kind of moral character the cultivators of your Taixi Sect possess?!"

"666, with this level of skill, he dared to ask the Old Master and the Boss to come at him together?"

The cultivators at the Origin Internet Club were already laughing so hard they were gasping for air.

Nalan Hongwu gestured toward the four of them: "You lot, come at me together."

All the Taixi Sect cultivators: "..."

They were completely dumbfounded!

Daoist Master Qingxu quickly wiped the blood from his face, his expression turning hideous: "It seems this seat did indeed underestimate you! However... to think you dare to ask the four of us to attack together?!"

"Form the Four Symbols Grand Array!" he roared furiously, and the other three Daoists immediately responded in unison, their clear whistles echoing continuously.

"The Changyang position! Where are the disciples of the Changyang position?!" Qingxuzi bellowed in rage, clearly provoked to true fury as he stood in midair with disciples gathering beneath him.

"The Shaoyang position!" Liaochenzi flew down from the sky-piercing gates, instantly occupying the second position, "Disciples of the Shaoyang position!"

"The Changyin position!"

"The Shaoyin position!"

Following Qingxuzi's command, the arrays of disciples formed like dense clouds, and in an instant, wild winds howled as the clouds and skies changed color, while the location where Nalan Hongwu and Fang Qi stood immediately became the eye of a violent storm; the moment the array was deployed, a terrifying pressure descended upon the two of them, and what was even more shocking was that the spiritual energy around them was completely sucked dry, to the point where they could neither borrow the might of heaven and earth nor absorb spiritual energy from the outside world.

"Have you witnessed it now?" Qingxuzi sneered only after confirming that the two were trapped within the array, "But do not panic; what you are witnessing now is merely a fraction of the Four Symbols Grand Array's power. Right now, let alone drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, you cannot even manipulate the air around you. I would like to see what you will use to contend against us!"

Nalan Hongwu looked at Boss Fang, only to see Boss Fang shrug his sleeves: "With them doing this, it seems my Divine Sword Lightning Controlling True Technique can't be executed."

The Origin Internet Club:

"No way? The Divine Sword Lightning Controlling True Technique is restricted?"

"This group of people is too despicable, actually using the power of an entire sect to besiege Boss Fang and Old Master Nalan!"

"And they even formed an array!"

"Simply shameless!"

"Hahahahaha!" Qingxuzi laughed maniacally, "You actually dared to boast and ask us to come at you together? Then this seat shall grant your wish!"

Venerable Duyou calmly stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "Overestimating their own strength; it seems there is no need for this old man to take action."

With a flick of his sleeves, he turned away, not even bothering to spare another glance: "Let us depart."

"Yes, Master."

No sooner had the words fallen than the Venerable Duyou felt a soul-shaking, terrifying sword intent erupting from behind, overwhelming the heavens!

That palpitating aura of the blade seemed to hail from the depths of Asura hell; even a mere glimpse of its essence was enough to make one's hairs stand on end!

"Master!" Immediately after, he heard a startled cry beside him, "My... my body, why can't I move?!"

Then came the thunderous roar of Nalan Hongwu: "You look down upon martial artists, do you?"

"Today, this old man shall let you witness my world-destroying, heaven-shattering technique—Sword Twenty-Three!"

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