Chapter 1190: Good Brothers, Attack Together!

Chapter 1190 Good Brothers, Charge Together!

The moment this mote appeared, the heavens and earth where the Sword Immortal Sect stood thundered.

An unspeakably terrifying pressure, like the wrath of heaven itself, erupted with shocking force from this seemingly weightless mote.

The world trembled. The void dissolved. Most cultivators here felt lightning storms raging within their souls, their expressions twisting uncontrollably.

Their bodies, gripped by violent palpitations, recoiled swiftly.

As if facing this mote, all beings, all things, must retreat. Resistance was impossible!

For this was a tributary from the pinnacle of balance beyond cosmic order—a mere thread of an immortal’s power!

It was a supreme treasure plucked by the First Stellar Ring Master himself when he stepped into the threshold of immortality, drawing upon his lifetime’s aptitude, fortune, and the profound foundation bestowed by the Stellar Ring Tower.

One might say this was the very credential for the Stellar Ring Master’s future path to immortality. Its vastness needed no explanation.

Now, as it descended, heaven and earth naturally changed hue!

It felt to the onlookers as though they beheld the entire starry sky!

Especially since this mote had never before appeared in the North.

Only those quasi-immortals who had witnessed the battle between Xu Qing and the Stellar Ring Master within the fifth layer of the Aurora Immortal Palace had ever seen it.

Now, it appeared in the North, at the Sword Immortal Sect, hovering above Qianjun and Biyi’s heads.

Thus, the shock was even more profound, capable of shattering both body and soul. Qianjun and Biyi felt it most acutely.

For in this instant, all their schemes became child’s play. All their preparations turned to mockery.

The first great sword rising from the plaza below, the second great sword falling from the sky—they both quivered within the thunderous heavens, their sword might faltering, their momentum forcibly broken.

Themselves… emitted a sound like mournful wails amidst the tremors.

The next breath, these two swords, above and below, reached their breaking point, then

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shattered inch by inch, collapsing utterly.

Collapsing with them was the storm formed by the thousands of sword-qi shadows drawn around Xu Qing.

Before the mote of Celestial Law, sword-qi ceased, sword-light dimmed, the storm… vanished as if erased.

Gone.

Even the two immortal swords, forced by Qianjun and Biyi’s secret art to turn against Xu Qing, trembled with unprecedented intensity as they neared him.

Finally, they recoiled.

As for Qianjun and Biyi, fused by their secret art, they shuddered violently, blood streaming from seven orifices. Their figures, moments ago surging with murderous intent, instantly reversed course, retreating at breakneck speed.

Unbeatable. Unstoppable!

Though light as dust, in Qianjun and Biyi’s eyes, its weight pressed down like the entire starry sky.

The sense of mortal peril within them surged to an unbearable peak.

Yet their retreat meant nothing beneath the mote of Celestial Law. Beneath heaven’s decree, all were buried; no escape was permitted!

In that instant, their minds roared, their physical forms unable to endure, dissolving outright. Their fused state shattered.

Separated, both spat torrents of blood, their bodies fracturing, even their souls cracking under the mote’s descent.

The sensation of life and death, like a tidal wave, drowned everything.

And just as the mote was about to settle completely, as Qianjun and Biyi’s bodies and souls neared utter annihilation…

A soft sigh drifted from the pavilion within the Sword Immortal Sect. “Grant me this courtesy…” This sigh stirred a wisp of sword-qi wind, appearing before the mote.

A gentle breath, and the mote halted midair.

Seizing this pause, Qianjun and Biyi gasped for breath, unleashing their full might without regard for cost, racing toward the pavilion. They had heard their master’s voice, knew he had intervened.

The recent brush with death had left them utterly terrified; they understood the only hope lay where their master stood.

Their speed was blinding.

Yet… before them, ripples of spacetime suddenly arose. Hindered by this temporal barrier, the pavilion seemed to become a temple of nonexistence.

Then, in the next moment, the spacetime ripples overlapped, forming a storm, becoming chaotic currents, coalescing into a spacetime wave. Its crest rose, crashing down upon Qianjun and Biyi.

As the wave dissipated, their figures vanished.

Swept into the wave, submerged within spacetime, gone from the present world!

As for Xu Qing, with a single step, he tread upon the dissipating wave, disappearing too.

He had plunged… into the spacetime Qianjun and Biyi had been cast into!

This scene—from Xu Qing stepping forth, Qianjun and Biyi unleashing their trap for a counterstrike, its failure, their attempted flight, then Xu Qing hurling them into spacetime before pursuing them within…

The entire sequence unfolded within mere heartbeats!

Yet the shock it delivered to the northern factions gathered here was cataclysmic. If not unforgettable for life, then nearly so.

First, Qianjun and Biyi’s fame was immense; such a reversal was staggering.

Second, the intervener was unknown, yet his power was terrifying beyond description.

Third, the ferocity of this stellar battle had surpassed the level of Sovereigns.

Even among quasi-immortals, such combat was astonishing. Unavoidably, some began to mistake Xu Qing… for the Stellar Ring Master. “That man just now…”

“The Stellar Ring Master?”

“But it seemed… not quite…”

Amidst the widespread shock inside and outside the Sword Immortal Sect, within the Sword Pavilion, Lanfu Immortal Lord sighed. He stepped forward, about to speak…

But the red-robed middle-aged man beside him smiled and spoke first.

“Ah, the audacity of youth. Not even sparing the face of a Lower Immortal.”

Lanfu Immortal Lord paused, turning to glare with disgust at the speaker. After a moment’s thought, as he opened his mouth, the red-robed man spoke again.

“But they are his own disciples. Though it’s unseemly to interfere, preserving their lives is reasonable. It also lets that young man know—a Lower Immortal’s face must be respected.”

Lanfu Immortal Lord fell silent.

His disgust for this man deepened.

The man had preempted his very words, again and again, leaving him unsure what to say now.

He frowned, breath about to flare from his nostrils. The red-robed man beside him gave a cold snort.

Lanfu Immortal Lord’s anger flared.

“You go too far! Even my snort you steal!!” The red-robed man merely smiled, silent.

Lanfu Immortal Lord’s disgust intensified. He chose silence, turned, and vanished in a single step.

Now, within a spacetime distinct from the present world, upon a desert expanse.

Qianjun and Biyi’s figures raced frantically, seeking an exit. Swept by the spacetime wave, Xu Qing had torn them from the present world, casting them here.

Upon arrival, for a fleeting moment, they struggled to discern reality—the spacetime, the desert, felt too real.

But the ever-intensifying sense of mortal peril from deep within left no room for thought. Anxiety and bitterness consumed their entire beings.

"Damn damn damn, all your fault!"

"How is it my fault! You were the one with this idiotic plan—to set the trap, to ambush him. Look where it got us!"

"Me? I only did it because you said no one could help us, not even Master! So we had to lure him here. If we killed him, we’d break the master-bond!"

"Sounds like only I’m bound! You’re bound too!" "All your fault!"

"All your fault!"

The Thousand Armies brothers, galloping furiously, glared and snarled at each other mid-stride. After their mutual blame, they growled low.

"Master’s a useless wretch!"

"That old fraud watched us get slaughtered!" "Exactly! That man didn’t give a damn about our master’s dignity!"

"So Master’s standing just isn’t high enough!"

"Right! If he were an Immortal Sovereign, that man would’ve shown respect." "So…"

"All Master’s fault!!"

The brothers roared in unison. Finding their scapegoat, they were brothers again. Relief washed over them, easing their despair, quickening their pace as they neared the desert’s edge.

Then the wind rose.

Sand swirled, erupting in an instant to engulf the world. It roared toward them, unstoppable. No strike, no shout, no burst of power could halt it.

At last, the tempest coalesced into a colossal face filling the sky—Xu Qing’s face. It opened wide and sucked them in.

Despair clutched them. Thousand Armies exchanged a glance, jaws clenched, eyes blazing defiance. Minds linked, they transmitted:

"Little brother, we’d rather die unbowed!"

"Brother, we’ll stand and die—never kneel to live!" "Now, charge together—self-destruct!" "Yes. Charge. Explode."

A guttural roar. They shuddered, seeming to lunge—but then dropped to their knees, shouting first.

"Young Master…"

The words hung. Instinctively, they stared at each other, shocked. Before they could speak, blue light flooded the sky.

A sea of azure swept through, dousing the realm. Xu Qing’s sky-face hesitated. From the radiance boomed a furious voice: "Shameless wretches!"

Relief surged. They started to rise—but the light coalesced. Blue Heron Immortal Lord stood before them, hand already striking.

Their bodies jolted. The Immortal Capital tokens tore from within, seized by his sweep, hurled skyward. He waved his arm. Reality cracked; terror beyond imagining radiated from him, threatening to turn all existence to ash. Calmly, he spoke:

"Son, grant an old man face?"

Xu Qing stepped forward, took the tokens, and bowed deeply. "At the elder’s word, this junior obeys." He retreated, vanishing with the realm.

Clarity returned. They stood once more in the Sword Sect’s Hall—not the square, but the Sword Pavilion. Dazed, then ecstatic, they turned to thank Master.

Blue Heron’s eyes flared. He kicked them both, hard, into a corner. Amid their wails, he landed more blows.

"Pathetic!" "Shameless!"

"I must’ve been drunk to think you had potential!" "You’re not born noble—you’re born cheap!"

He snorted, then glanced at the crimson-robed elder. Said nothing. The elder blinked, silent. Blue Heron frowned, waiting.

"Why don’t you say what I’m supposed to say?"

"I don’t want to." The elder smiled.

Blue Heron sighed. "Brother… these fools are your nephews. You hold power now. Maybe… give them tokens again?"