Puchi!

Scarlet blood splattered, more enchanting than the red skirt.

The blade pierced directly through Zhu Yuxian's chest.

However, it veered several inches away from the heart.

This was not because King Xiang's blade was imprecise.

But because Zhu Yuxian had spent nearly every day of the past twenty years contemplating the scene of their meeting, pondering how to counter this divine weapon forged from her mother and two brothers' bones and blood.

Thus, she created the secret technique "Yin Yang Blood Banner Technique," which allows her to use family bloodline to nourish the blade.

If the weapon is forged with bone and blood within, it can be nourished with family essence blood after completion, making the blade even more mystical.

The closer the blood relationship, the better the effect.

But when nourishing with essence blood, the blade will enter a brief period of dormancy, spirituality withdrawn, difficult to wield.

Zhu Yuxian, in the instant King Xiang attacked, activated the secret technique, causing her blood to reverse and gather into an exceedingly dense drop of essence blood, causing the Three Burial Sabers to veer off by several inches, and then enter dormancy.

Almost in the moment she was struck, she leapt off the cliff.

Whoosh!

In mid-air, an iron chain stretched across, swiftly wrapping around her body, then rapidly plunged into the depths of the Trapped Dragon Abyss.

All of this happened in a flash.

The mishap of the Three Burial Sabers, even being sealed, truly caught King Xiang by surprise.

He looked up, his gaze meeting Zhu Yuxian's, who was being rapidly pulled back under the iron chain's embrace.

"You really angered me!"

He said calmly, then slightly raised his hand, a black lotus slowly blooming at his fingertips, soon soaring into the sky, visible to everyone across the peaks of the Yuncang Sword Sect.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Among the one hundred and eight Outer Peaks, suddenly, dozens of mountain tops emitted a ghostly light, each crowned with a black lotus blooming, drawing essence qi from the core of the grand array to suppress the disturbance.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a monstrous noise, the Great Five Elements Extinction Sword Array, just opened by Zhu Yuxian, collapsed vehemently, the foundation of the Outer Peak array now flawed, unable to sustain the sword array.

Only the sword light from the Inner Five Peaks pierced the sky, the sword array continuing to operate, albeit its brilliance significantly dimmed.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The slaughter began without warning.

As the array enveloping the one hundred and eight Outer Peaks disintegrated, three thousand Frost Soul Cavalry began trampling across the mountains. Where they passed, not a blade of grass remained, blood flowed like rivers, the Iron Halberd tearing through everything.

During this process, some began to kneel in surrender, others fell into frenzied self-slaughter, and some descended into hysteria.

But all of it was futile; the cavalry trampled the mountains, the Iron Halberd massacred, these unparalleled soldiers brutal and indifferent, forming into battle formations, even masters who cultivated sword intent were slaughtered.

Severed limbs, flying blood, a massacre commenced.

Only a few survived, with a blooming black lotus on their hearts.

When the Frost Soul Cavalry rode past them, they turned a blind eye.

Especially on those dozen mountain tops where black lotus bloomed, almost all disciples had black air swirling from their mouths and noses, black lotus blooming on their hearts.

At the peak of Rakshasa Peak, a black lotus bloomed.

Zhao Ling'Er pierced her master's heart, Jade Rakshasa, from behind, a shadow faintly discernible behind her.

"You... when did you... cultivate the Netherworld Rakshasa Skill to such a profound realm..." Jade Rakshasa ignored the sword blade protruding from her chest, merely questioning with a trace of confusion.

"Master, you personally taught me this Netherworld Rakshasa Skill," Zhao Ling'Er's tone was icy as she slowly drew out the sword blade segment by segment from Jade Rakshasa's body.

"You are Youdu's spy, cultivating this secret skill as early as twenty years ago, wouldn't you know?"

Jade Rakshasa's lips curled with a trace of pitying smile, "So it's hatred. I was wondering how someone with your bone and talent could cultivate this secret skill to such a profound realm in such a short time."

"It seems there is someone whom you hate to such a degree within your heart, thus you are this terrifying."

"Should be a man, right!"

"What a pity..."

"You talk too much." Zhao Ling'Er twisted the barely drawn sword tip hard, shattering her master's heart, then reached out a sharp claw, viciously plunging into her chest.

A dark aura wafted from Jade Rakshasa's heart, swallowed into Zhao Ling'Er's mouth and nose, causing the shadow behind her to become more solid.

Half a two-hour later.

Everyone on Rakshasa Peak was annihilated, the majority had a black lotus on their hearts, yet they all died.

Died at Zhao Ling'Er's hands!

The shadow behind her struggled and roared, dense black smoke shrouding its face entirely, as if a Demon God was trying to break free from the shadow behind her.

"From today, I am a disciple of Youdu, You Ji."

This was the identity Jade Rakshasa had arranged for her in advance, this master truly loved her, imparting the secret skills of Youdu without reservation, without any concealment, and arranged an identity and route of retreat for her in Youdu, so even if she truly went there, she could live well.

"Master, you are so good!"

You Ji stroked the Moon Frost Sword belonging to Jade Rakshasa; it's said that the material of this sword and the armor of those Frost Soul Cavalry originate from the same place, the more it kills, the more terrifying it becomes.

But this sword had not killed for a long time.

Jade Rakshasa's heart had died many years ago.

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