Protect Our Clan Leader

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"Immortal Supreme, save me~"

With complaints in her mind, Wang Ying Xuan's tongue didn't remain idle either, once again summoning—Immortal Supreme.

Prepared beforehand, the Immortal Supreme projection immediately rose into the air, blocking Wang Ying Xuan and the Yincha Demonic God in an instant.

White broad sleeves fluttered in the wind; he made a sword gesture with his hand, his expression shifting abruptly to utmost seriousness.

In the next moment.

Thousands of sword rays converged, intertwined in the sky, gathering to form a gigantic sword shield in an instant.

The sword shield had no physical form, entirely composed of light and shadow, appearing pure and transparent. Every beam of light within was a Sword Intent compressed to the extreme; the multitude of sword lights merged into one entity, the aura it emitted reaching a terrifying degree.

The grandeur and righteousness shook even the sky with its vastness and majesty.

This entire process happened within just a fleeting moment.

In the next moment, the Yincha Demonic God's claw had already struck the sword shield.

"Boom!!"

A thunderous explosion resounded.

Thousands of sword lights erupted violently, pure white Sword Intent shot out, piercing through the sky-covering black demonic claw, riddling it with holes in an instant, then it disintegrated back into gray-black Demonic Qi, dispersing without a trace.

The Yincha Demonic God's astonishing claw was actually blocked by this sword shield.

However, even as it blocked the claw, the sword shield composed of Sword Intent also collapsed at the same time.

Thousands of sword lights turned into light and shadow, disappearing.

The Immortal Supreme projection's brilliance dimmed instantly, showing vague signs of dispersing.

Obviously, this move was also tremendously draining on the projection.

"Wang Ying Xuan!" The Immortal Supreme projection spoke weakly, white beard flying wildly, "Do you insist on killing me?"

"Master." Wang Ying Xuan hid in the corner, her small face full of innocence, "I didn't do it on purpose. Who could have thought that the Yincha Demonic God would come to bully the little one? Besides, you have little Immortal Spirit Qi left~ Quick, the original body should descend."

The Immortal Supreme almost died of anger.

The current Immortal Palace disciples are really more unruly with each generation. Is it because his original body appears too benevolent, so these disciples dare to step all over him?

"Oh, Immortal Supreme, your old man's projection is still here?" The Yincha Demonic God failed in one strike and naturally couldn't ignore such a large Immortal Supreme projection.

It seemed unconcerned, face bearing a cold sneer, striking again with its claw: "Let's see how many hits this mere projection can withstand from this Demonic God!"

Instantly.

Layer upon layer of claw shadows enveloped the Immortal Supreme projection.

This claw had a level of power far surpassing the casual strike from the previous time.

The layered claw shadows seemed to arise from the abyss, emanating a suffocating and dreadful aura, even causing the surrounding space to fracture inch by inch.

Terrifying Demonic Might spread in the sky, making the faces of all the Purple Abode Realm cultivators turn pale, sweat unconsciously dripping from their foreheads.

Clearly, this Demonic Might was applying substantial pressure on them.

The poor Immortal Supreme projection, already extremely weak, could only gather its remaining energy again to withstand this strike.

"Boom!"

Under the wild energy splurge, this projection of the Immortal Supreme finally couldn't sustain and completely disintegrated.

The scattered energy turned into engulfing light and shadow, a wisp of the divine soul silently mixed into it, swiftly retreating backward.

It was truly a case of, "The silkworm spins silk till death, the candle burns to ashes before tears dry."

Just as the Immortal Supreme projection disintegrated, space ripples spread suddenly in the sky.

In the next moment.

A magnificent sword light pierced through, arriving via space-time shuttle.

It was a pure white sword light, vast and majestic, its imposing aura seemingly gathered all the righteous spirit between heaven and earth.

Upon appearance, the sword light instantly subdued the surrounding demonic aura. The pressure on the human race's Purple Abode Realm cultivators eased accordingly.

"Damn!"

The Yincha Demonic God's expression changed, becoming extremely grim.

Such powerful True Sword Intent absolutely couldn't be deployed by a Transcendent Void Realm cultivator, nor could it be the projection of a True Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xuan, the old fool, arrived so swiftly with his main body!

However, it was too late to change targets now.

As the Yincha Demonic God's expression changed, the sword light seemed slow yet fast, sweeping across the void, striking the sky-covering black demonic claw.

"Boom!!"

Almost instantly, the endless claw shadows fragmented under the sword light.

The pure white sword light seemed to have only performed a trivial task, casually piercing through the claw shadows, directly heading toward Yincha Demonic God.

In the next moment, the pure white sword light pierced through Yincha Demonic God's body, the Demonic God's figure disintegrating instantly, becoming countless demonic aura fading away.

The Yincha Demonic God's figure was merely an illusion!

The true Yincha Demonic God had unknowingly retreated into the demonic aura.

As the phantom dispersed, the Yincha Demonic God's figure emerged from the void, reappearing on the distant horizon.

The immense blood moon illuminated its enchanting figure, along with the giant membrane wings behind it, seemingly tinged with a hint of blood, its Demonic Might overwhelming, wrathful aura sinister.

"Ling Xuan, you..."

The Yincha Demonic God spoke with a chilling tone, yet, before it finished, a pure white sword light abruptly traversed space, appearing before it, directly targeting its chest!