Chapter 287 – A Powerful Arrival, Leaving in Haste

Fight!

As Kunlun’s Eldest Senior Brother, Qing Ge watched his fellow disciples numbly wielding their swords, his heart riddled with wounds and dripping with blood.

For who could have imagined that at such a youthful age, they would experience such bloodshed and suffer this undeserved calamity.

In an instant, Qian Mochou swept forth, his entire being radiating overwhelming momentum as he made his final temptation: “Young one, your faith is gradually withering. Why sacrifice your life for something so decayed?”

Hearing this, Qing Ge couldn’t help but force himself to stand, a cold gleam flashing from his hand before he thrust forward viciously.

His actions clearly answered everything.

Seeing this, Qian Mochou flew into a rage: “Stubborn and unrepentant! Then don’t blame this old man for being ruthless. Kunlun cannot allow someone like you to live!”

Quick as lightning!

The sword tip struck directly at Qian Mochou’s palm.

But unexpectedly, instead of blood spattering, Qing Ge’s expression changed once again.

At Qian Mochou’s palm, as True Qi surged forth with lightning interweaving, it firmly absorbed Tie Feng’s blade.

No matter how Qing Ge moved, he couldn’t budge it an inch.

Qian Mochou then grabbed out with one hand, not only feeling no sharpness from the blade, but actually wrapping the entire sword around his arm before striking down with a fierce palm!

Bang bang bang!

Thunder exploded in layers, the lightning never ceasing.

At that moment, Qing Ge had no power to fight back, then spat out another mouthful of blood, his entire body sent flying dozens of zhang by the recoil force.

Qian Mochou’s eyes were cold as stars. As his five fingers opened, he discovered that the sword from before had already turned into countless iron fragments.

“Young one, don’t say this old man didn’t give you one last chance. Join the Demon Sect, or your fate will be like this blade—completely shattered to pieces!” Qian Mochou said coldly.

These words were truly infuriating.

Instead, upon hearing this, Qing Ge struggled to his feet and unexpectedly recited loudly: “My head may be severed, my blood may flow, but unbroken are these bones of mine. I face the heavens with sword raised in laughter, leaving my loyal heart to both Kunluns!”

As he spoke, Qing Ge’s eyes had already lost their light, clearly having suffered severe internal injuries.

It must be mentioned that before ascending the mountain, Qing Ge had already killed until his hands were soft, and now fighting against a master like Qian Mochou, he was already at the end of his strength.

“Since you insist on seeking death, this old man will grant your wish!”

“Eldest Senior Brother!!”

That scene was nothing if not a hero’s final act, causing deep anguish in all who witnessed it.

It drove the Kunlun disciples to madness, charging forward one after another with reckless abandon!

Some even used their broken bodies to block the blades ahead, grasping the sharp edges tightly to give their fellow disciples behind a chance for a killing blow.

Others were even more ruthless, taking multiple sword wounds but still swinging their Mystic Weapons to achieve mutual destruction with the enemy.

Roar roar roar!

For a moment, under the vast sky, all displayed the momentum of moths to flame, with angry roars overhead. One by one, they never looked back, never retreated, adding a touch of indescribable grudges and grievances to this symphony of blood and fire.

Just as in life’s ups and downs, without experiencing despair, how could one’s fierce and masculine side be awakened?

This explains why Kunlun completely went berserk, and even the Demon Sect couldn’t help but be deeply affected.

Each one clearly showed panic and madness, then similarly threw their flesh and blood into this battle of dual convictions, unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this, the two Venerables never stopped their attacks, each explosive technique becoming increasingly vicious, clearly fighting with thoughts of mutual destruction!

“Mission complete, the Sect Leader commands, collective withdrawal!!”

“Mission complete, the Sect Leader commands, collective withdrawal!!”

“Mission complete, the Sect Leader commands, collective withdrawal!!”

But unexpectedly, at this moment, thunder suddenly struck from mid-air, reverberating for three chi, making everyone’s hearts tremble.

Hearing these words, though the Demon Sect members were unwilling, they still retreated swiftly like a tide.

This revealed their extremely strong organizational discipline.

Hearing this, Qian Mochou couldn’t hide his cold, fierce eyes. He looked again and again at Qing Ge lying on the ground gasping, then snorted coldly: “Young one, this old man will spare your life this time. Think carefully about your remaining years—with your decayed faith, you lack the power to oppose our Demon Sect.”

Saying this, Qian Mochou let out a wild howl and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the two Venerables were fighting intensely, but suddenly realizing the enemy seemed to have withdrawal plans, they desperately entangled them.

“Old Daoist, don’t let them escape. At worst, we’ll die to apologize to Kunlun.”

“You don’t need to teach me that. Let’s fight them to the death!”

As these words echoed through the sky, the two Venerables clearly went mad, launching frenzied attacks.

In an instant, the situation changed dramatically, with the two Venerables leading the charge toward the Demon Sect’s retreat route.

Qian Mochou: “Old Leng Qiu, don’t get entangled. I’ll help you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Mochou swiftly flew up.

Leng Qiu was one of the Demon Sect’s hundred commanders, also an elder.

Leng Qiu, upon hearing this, suddenly made a double thrust with his sword, forcing back the two Venerables, then moved around the Old Artificer who couldn’t distinguish friend from foe, attempting to surround the two Venerables.

Unknown to them, on the other side at the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, corpses were already strewn everywhere—mostly Demon Sect disciples who had fled from Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, one person stood blocking everyone’s path, like an iron-blooded warrior.

As sword light flashed from his hand, figure after figure fell to the ground!

“Who are you? How dare you block our path—are you tired of living?”

“Why waste words with him? Just kill him.”

“This guy killed so many of our brothers. Let’s all kill him together!”

Roar roar roar!

Instantly, following the human sea charge, countless blade lights and sword shadows rang through the deep forest.

That blue-haired figure stood still as a pine, his wild hair dancing without wind, surging upward in the breeze.

Immediately after, another high-decibel scream came!

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the Senior Disciple of Kun Dao Academy, Yun Mengshu.

At the same time, a lazy tone came from ahead: “I say, big sister, did you get it wrong? You keep screaming for no reason—are you stupid?”

It must be said that these words were full of cynicism, and the speaker was also carefree and casual.

Well, well, it was Ye Kuang again!

“And you bunch of trash, walking so fast—are you rushing to reincarnate? You love to shout so much. You can roar, but can’t I roar too?”

Roar roar roar!