Summit of the Old Gods

"Hoo~~~"

The movements of the three Faceless Jade Lords were stiff, and their jade robes were no longer soft and flowing as before.

An extremely cold aura rushed towards them, forcing them to fly backwards dozens of meters, yet still forming a siege to encircle Qiao Wanjun.

In the distance, there was another disciple of Sword One with a complicated expression—Chen Jingjing.

The Yangyang Sea is pathetically humble, only able to watch from afar, trembling in fear, and completely ignored by the several Faceless Jade Lords.

"Long time no see."

The eternally silent Faceless Jade Lords actually spoke.

Qiao Wanjun held the Dragon Abyss Sword, looking at the massive white jade statue ahead: "Mm."

It's hard to imagine, in a life-and-death battlefield, two enemies drawing swords against each other could exchange so calmly.

"That pile of rocks couldn't hold on anymore, and they invited you back again?" The Faceless Jade Lord's lips curled into a cold smile.

She grasped one side of her jade robe, lightly brushing off the frost upon it.

In front of Qiao Wanjun, the Faceless Jade Lord seemed much more alive, not only speaking but even smiling.

"That pile of stones treats you like this, yet you're unwilling to awaken? Still willing to be a slave, serve them?" The Faceless Jade Lord looked at the Human Clan woman with fluttering robes.

Qiao Wanjun remained silent, just released the Dragon Abyss Sword, and grasped the Tian Feng Sword as it flew out automatically.

The Faceless Jade Lord watched the Human Clan woman's actions, nodding slightly: "It seems even you cannot escape the flaws of your clan."

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Qiao Wanjun suddenly raised her hand, and as her sleeves fluttered, a string of flying swords shot straight at the Faceless Jade Lord.

The Faceless Jade Lord moved swiftly to the side as Qiao Wanjun stepped on flying swords to weave through.

The speed is breathtaking!

In the Da Xia Divine Demon System, a Sword Cultivator's speed is among the best, and the scene presented at this moment clearly confirms this.

The flying speed of the Faceless Jade Lord was fast enough, yet still could not prevent Qiao Wanjun from approaching.

"Swish~ Swish~" The Faceless Jade Lord swayed her jade robe, like white waves crashing.

"Buzz!" Qiao Wanjun's long sword suddenly buzzed.

The next instant, Human Sword Unity!

Qiao Wanjun actually merged with the Second-rank Divine Weapon, Tian Feng Sword, transforming into an extremely thin, bright pure white line, dazzling.

It was like a ray of sunlight suddenly piercing through the thick clouds of the sky.

The Faceless Jade Lord's large, beautiful head suddenly tilted!

Not dodging, but injured!

This ray of sunlight pierced her left temple and exited the right temple, ultimately forming a Female Sword Immortal holding a long sword.

Tian Feng Sword's First Divine Weapon Domain, Edge of the Heavens!

It's clear, this domain possesses an unimaginable penetrating power, seemingly able to ignore the enemy's physical defenses and directly inflict true damage?

After all, the Faceless Jade Lord's most proud attribute is her body's strength.

Whether in strength, speed, agility, or spirit defense, physical defense, among the miscellaneous gods and demons, she is an overpowered existence!

But under Qiao Wanjun's sword...

"Crack! Crack!"

Beautifully, her head broke out into rapid cracks.

In her dying moments, the Faceless Jade Lord still maintained elegance, smiling as she looked at the Human Clan woman's back, and uttered two words:

"Servitude."

The Jade Lord's head completely shattered, and the headless jade sculpture fell straight down.

Qiao Wanjun remained indifferent as if not hearing the Faceless Jade Lord's assessment of the Human Clan's flaws. She didn't pay attention to the falling corpse behind her, only turned her gaze to the second Jade Lord.

"Where does your hope come from?"

The Faceless Jade Lord glanced at the Tian Feng Sword, her gaze intertwining with Qiao Wanjun's.

From afar, observing the battle, Chen Jingjing, deeply aware of Peak Master Qiao's immense power, yet still shocked by the Peak Master's terrifying techniques at this moment.

And the unexpected question from the Jade Lord left her somewhat bewildered.

Hope?

Where does this come from?

Qiao Wanjun held the lightly trembling Tian Feng Sword, while dozens of flying swords changed direction, swept past her side, and scattered towards the Faceless Jade Lord.

"Swish~ Swish~"

The jade robe spread across heaven and earth, sending countless long swords flying.

Yet another ray of light burst forth!

It followed behind, mixed among the dense mass of long swords, penetrating through the layered jade robe hem, straight into the Faceless Jade Lord's glabella.

"These days, that pile of rocks has suffered miserably, continuously cracking, new stones emerging one after another. Do you have anything to do with it?"

The last Faceless Jade Lord spoke, indifferent to her companion's death.

"Buzz!"

The Tian Feng Sword's vibration amplitude grew larger and larger.

Qiao Wanjun turned her head, still expressionless, her whole body emitting an extreme cold aura, gazing at the only remaining enemy.

The Faceless Jade Lord couldn't discern any clues, nor felt any emotional fluctuations from the Human Clan woman, and spoke: "If you regard them as hope, you're too naive."

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Dozens of flying swords aligned with their master's heart thought, once again turning their blades, flying to stab the enemy.

"Do you think those new stones will be any different from the old ones?"

"Aren't you the new stone?" Finally, Qiao Wanjun spoke.

"Heh." The Faceless Jade Lord suddenly laughed, raised a hand to pinch her throat, "Remember, Human Clan, my promise to you is forever valid."

Qiao Wanjun's eyes cold as ice, once again Human Sword Unity.

Surprisingly, the Faceless Jade Venerable actually crushed her own neck before a ray of heavenly light could arrive.

"Buzz!!"

That extremely thin beam of light had just transformed into a person and a sword when the long sword trembled violently, seemingly very dissatisfied or perhaps expressing anger.

"Shh." Qiao Wanjun issued a command to silence.

The Heavenly Blade immediately quieted down.

"She saw what we're trying to do, it's impossible for her to let you and me have our way." Qiao Wanjun slowly closed her eyes, advising, "Maintain the current state."

Sometimes, it's not about lacking ability, weak insight, or insufficient will.

It's just the Divine Weapon being covered in dust for too long.

It's just that the Master of Divine Weapon suffered persecution, forced to endure in silence.

Qiao Wanjun, as the Master of Divine Weapon who stands atop the Human Clan, infinitely raised the growth limit of the Divine Weapon in her hand.

When the shackles on her body were lifted one by one, when she picked up the three-foot green peak again and returned to the Heavenly Realm...

The fire in her heart,

burned far more fiercely than the last time.

There was a word the Faceless Jade Venerable got right—hope.

Last time in the Heavenly Realm, she endured humiliation, while suffering oppression from gods and demons, she also had to work for them, just to be able to defeat foreign enemies.

No matter how much chaos the gods and demons wreaked in the world, no matter how vicious and cruel their means, essentially they were extracting resources, not trying to bring human extinction.

On the contrary, the gods and demons needed the Human Clan to continue, wanted their home for survival to persist.

The Faceless Jade Venerable was completely different.

Ultimately, the gods and demons were still what this world relied on, so Qiao Wanjun had no choice.

Things are different now.

Gods and demons can die.

He led the Ran Sect soldiers and Cloud Sea Sect disciples, carving out another path.

[Master? Do you have time now?]

[Go ahead.]

[Ranran is about to take action against the North Wind Divine Mountain, hoping you'll talk to Lord Jian Yi, not asking for anything else, just to stay put.]

[Hmm.] Qiao Wanjun picked up the continuously buzzing Heavenly Blade and flew north.

Meanwhile, south of the North Wind Divine Mountain, in the sky shrouded with dark clouds.

Lu Ran carefully observed the movements of the Divine Mountain, transmitting to all the soldiers: [The Yinli Tiger is an unruly character, disconnected from the overall combat system of the North Wind Divine Mountain.]

Jiang Ruyi pondered: [We can use the same tactic to lure the Yinli Tiger away and take it out solo. The Heavenly General Yin has already succeeded twice...]

Lu Ran only listened to the first few sentences before his attention was drawn to the battle situation.

The Third Heaven was already dim, and suddenly, in the east of the North Wind Divine Mountain, an extremely dark area appeared abruptly.

Within the domain, monstrous winds surged, and each gust carried an incredibly terrifying tearing property.

Their sharpness was on par with the claw joints of the Yinli Tiger!

Inside the area of extreme darkness, whether friend or foe, they were shredded to pieces by the gusts of sinister wind, limbs and flesh scattered all over.

Brutally cruel, extremely bloody!

Lu Ran recognized this was the ultimate move of the Yinli Tiger clan·Yin Wind Like a Prison!

Once this technique was activated, it would devour all surrounding light, plunging an area into absolute darkness.

The Yinli Tiger's true form would shatter into strands of sinister wind.

Inside the prison, the sinister wind might gently brush like ordinary waves, perceiving all things; or strike fiercely and swiftly like sword energy and sword energy, slaughtering all life.

Every strand of sinister wind was the Yinli Tiger, and yet not.

As long as the sinister wind did not disperse, the Yinli Tiger would remain immortal!

Facing such an ultimate move, the best way is to flee; if you insist on resisting within the prison... well, salute to you, man of valor.

Lu Ran didn't care about being a man of valor; he only wanted to throw a Domain of Silence over there.

Very curious to know, whether the real body of the Yinli Tiger could survive it.

After all, each strand of sinister wind was shattered out of Yinli Tiger, if you could imprison them, wouldn't the Yinli Tiger also be unable to piece itself back together?

Tsk, seems to make some sense, doesn't it?

Should I go back for a bit, summon a subordinate Yinli Tiger, and test it out?

"Hmm?" As Lu Ran was contemplating, he suddenly noticed a little fellow escaping from the dark domain.

That is... a member of the Human Clan?

On the Heavenly Realm battlefield, Human Clan believers were already scarce, almost all executing tasks within the First Heaven, very few came to the Second or Third Heaven.

It seems now the battlefield situation has changed, bringing believers here was ordered by the gods and demons.

This man was dressed in a sharp white suit, short and lean, with a face like chiseled by a knife, his hair was exceptionally messy, and his eyes were like hawks, incredibly sharp.

Lu Ran suddenly thought of someone!

A hero who once dominated a region in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm, later the executioner who "went into deviation" and slaughtered half a sect.

The Sword Ridge Peak's Peak Master·Wang Hanchuan?

Lu Ran had never met Peak Master Wang, but knew this man had distinct features:

Relatively short stature, roughly around 1.5 meters.

Lu Ran observed closely, and when he saw this small man employ the North Wind Divine Skill, he became even more certain of his guess, immediately reporting the situation to the soldiers.

Others didn't react much, but the faction of Nightmare and Evil Shadow was invigorated.

Back then, when Yan Shuangzi was tormented and forced to tear up the Divine Contract, having his arms chopped off, eyes gouged out, and thrown into prison, Wang Hanchuan was serving as the Peak Master!

Wang Hanchuan didn't personally inflict harm, but the culture of Sword Ridge Peak was top-down.

"Truly, the vicissitudes of life." Lu Ran muttered in his heart.

Who would have thought, that mutt now blind, would rise as a deity, here to crush the North Wind...

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