Chapter 286 – Eldest Senior Brother Qingge of Kunlun

At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, chaos reigned as heroes clashed in battle.

This was an unavoidable slaughter, a conflict born from opposing stances and fought for their respective beliefs.

Even the blood soaking into the soil and the metallic scent permeating the air had transformed this place into a living hell.

Countless blades and swords crossed paths, clashing repeatedly as their wielders fought to the bitter end with their Mystic Weapons.

It could be summed up in four words: a storm of blood and violence!

In one corner.

Three longswords swept across the battlefield one after another, gleaming with a chilling radiance. Even before their blades struck, they emanated a palpable sense of impending death.

A Kunlun disciple, caught off guard, was instantly pierced through his chest and back by the three streaks of Sword Light.

Only in his final moments did he realize his Mystic Weapon had been completely severed in two.

Scenes of blood and fire intertwined like this were everywhere.

Here, no one chose to flee—or perhaps it was more accurate to say no one could flee.

Because anyone who attempted to escape ended up as just another corpse amid the chaos.

Elsewhere, the most intense fighting was undoubtedly between the Two Venerables and the Three Demons.

After four hours of bloody combat, the Two Venerables of Kunlun were visibly exhausted, yet they continued to wield their Mystic Weapons, locked in a desperate struggle with the Three Demons.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

But then, from the boundless sky, came a series of fierce roars that struck deep into the hearts of everyone present.

Like a tiger’s roar startling all beasts in the Mountain Forest, echoing through peaks and valleys, or like a dragon’s cry piercing through metal and stone, it relentlessly agitated the already frenzied minds and bodies.

For a moment, the Two Venerables of Kunlun felt their spirits shaken by the sound, their complex gazes seeming to say: He has come.

Yet as they turned, they unleashed endless Sword Light, fighting as if their lives depended on it.

To Hu Chai, that tiger’s roar was like a final lifeline grasped in the countdown of life.

With a furious roar, Hu Chai forced back a Demon Sect disciple with a single slash, then leaped into the air, shouting, “Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, where is Old Sixth?”

Zhang San: “He’s dead! Old Sixth is dead! Hahaha… I’ll fight them to the end!”

Li Si: “Brothers, your fourth brother is coming to join you!”

Wang Wu: “Big brother, dragging so many down with me in this lifetime—it was worth it!”

Hearing this, Hu Chai’s eyes turned bloodshot. With another roar, he dispatched an opponent with two swift slashes, then bellowed in rage, “All of you, come back! My big brother is here! Gather together, don’t let them pick us off one by one…”

One… by… one!

The word “one” echoed through the clear sky, setting the battlefield ablaze with renewed fervor.

Upon hearing this, Sage Yisu, Sage Yixiao, and Sage Yichen naturally knew who “he” was, and one by one, they rekindled the flames of hope.

Years ago, that man had dared to challenge the three of them combined with nothing but the meager strength of the Clarity Realm.

With the humility of an ant, he spoke of the fearless will inherent in mortals; with a mortal body, he rivaled the divine, astonishingly challenging a Martial Uncle at the Dao Inquiry Peak Realm… and with his obscurity, he stunned the entire Qian Academy Peak!

Remembering this, though utterly exhausted, they rallied their battered bodies to form a wall of flesh and blood.For a moment, blades and weapons clashed chaotically everywhere. To the eye, it resembled blood-red blossoms scattering across the Human Realm, with every single person rising in furious resistance—distinctly treading upon the corpses of both allies and enemies while recklessly shielding those before them without regard for their own safety.

In contrast, the future seeds of Kunlun all bore despair in their eyes. Though they didn’t know who “he” was, they clearly didn’t believe one person alone could reverse the tide of battle.

Some even trembled uncontrollably, as if already foreseeing their impending fate.

Yet others felt their conviction rekindled. Regardless of whether the outcome would truly align with their hopes, they still brandished their Mystic Weapons with trembling hands, swearing to live or die with Kunlun!

Thus, the battlefield at Buzhou Mountain could be described as: become frenzied, or fall to demonhood.

“Audacious!”

“Who are you?”

“Seize him!!”

Within moments, hysterical roars erupted from the Demon Sect’s rear ranks, as if provoked by some stimulus. Dozens of Innate experts then surged forward in a swarm.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

But unexpectedly, as layers of white radiance burst forth, several sword glows bloomed with chilling brilliance. A gentle breeze brushed across everyone’s faces, while the distinct clangor of clashing metal rang in their ears.

Thud, thud, thud!

In an instant, blood mist drenched half the sky. The forward momentum of those dozens of Innate experts came to an abrupt halt as they collectively knelt on the ground, as if welcoming their predestined fate.

Amid the raging blood aura, a youth drenched in crimson slowly came into view.

His cold eyes swept across the surroundings. Upon witnessing the hellish slaughterhouse that Buzhou Mountain had become, he flashed into the enemy ranks.

Sword glows streaked—three heads soared high—then he vanished again into the dragon’s den and tiger’s lair.

“Ah! It’s Senior Brother Qing Ge! He’s finally here!”

“Hahaha! With Senior Brother here, we’re saved!”

“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”

Roar, roar, roar!

Instantly, countless Kunlun disciples roared with frenzied fury, their bodies and minds electrified as if injected with adrenaline. Even the slashing motions of their blades grew increasingly ferocious.

Qing Ge delivered a fierce kick to one figure, then erupted like an enraged dragon.

It must be said—if Qing Ge was normally as still as wind and silent as thunder, witnessing the heavy casualties of his fellow disciples had now ignited his utter wrath.

Slash, slash, slash—

Layers of Sword Light swelled violently, immediately unleashing torrents of blood rain. Alone, he rivaled the might of ten thousand elite troops.

“Enemy attack! This one is formidable! Everyone be careful…”

Roar, roar, roar—

Unbeknownst to them, the commotion here had lasted merely three breaths, yet it subtly triggered a chain reaction.

Three Dao Inquiry elder demons abruptly leaped into action, their blade rays and sword shadows already piercing forth ahead of their physical movement.

Qing Ge: “All of you deserve death!”

But as his words faded, Qing Ge violently unleashed a sword strike, severing three brilliant rays into six fragments before their eyes.

In one motion, Qing Ge’s sword tip pierced through one Dao Inquiry cultivator’s chest. Whirling around, he palm-struck another Dao Inquiry expert, visibly tearing away flesh and skin.

In that moment, as Qing Ge’s True Qi surged and receded, he repelled the third Dao Inquiry demonic cultivator.

“What a spirited youngster! To think Kunlun could produce another sword master. This old man shall test your mettle!”

Right then, a sinister, creeping voice abruptly descended from the night sky.

Qing Ge moved at the sound, thrusting his plain-looking sword into a dark shadow—but his expression abruptly shifted.

Bang!A deafening roar erupted, its reverberations impossible to ignore.

The shadowy figure tore off the black robe shrouding his body, revealing a weathered, aged face.

At the sight, Qing Ge couldn’t help but gnash his teeth and exclaim, “Qian Mochou of the Demon Sect’s Hundred Divisions!”

“Hahaha!” Qian Mochou burst into maniacal laughter upon hearing this. “Well, well, youngster! To think you even know this old man’s name! I’ll give you one chance—join the Demon Sect, and I shall grant you supreme demonic arts!”

But upon hearing these words, Qing Ge suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Shockingly, the moment the black blood hit the ground, it corroded a large patch of soil.

Qian Mochou: “Think it over. Don’t say I didn’t offer you a way out. If you refuse this invitation, you will die!”

As he spoke, a gleam flickered in Qian Mochou’s eyes, as if he were granting the young man an immense favor.

Enraged by these words, Qing Ge roared, “In life, I am a man of Kunlun; in death, I am a ghost of Kunlun! To think I would join the Demon Sect—you are utterly deluded!”

“Ungrateful fool! Then die for me…” Qian Mochou bellowed back, equally incensed.