Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?-Chapter 237: Escape_2

"Hmph!"

The Giant Demon Guardian let out a long howl.

Billowing magic power surged skyward in an instant, engulfing the three of them.

As the magic power corroded, the light cage that trapped the three emitted a sizzling sound, steaming like ice blocks in boiling oil.

The ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion remained composed, sweeping his sleeve with a flourish.

The void above the firmament was torn open instantaneously, revealing a crack as deep as an abyss that writhed as though it was alive.

The next moment, hundreds of burning flame meteors were ejected from the Extreme Abyss.

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The Giant Demon Guardian uttered a strange syllable.

Where the sound wave passed, everything froze in place as if encased in ice.

The hundreds of frozen meteors had their surrounding space twist and writhe before being swallowed down like a giant maw.

As the two clashed, the sky darkened and the earth grew dim, creating an apocalyptic scene that frightened the onlookers.

Even the well-known cultivators with Primordial Spirits were shaken, feeling hopeless in the face of such a terrifying sight.

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In front of a Return to Void powerhouse, even cultivators with Primordial Spirits were no different than those below, without distinction.

"Hahaha..."

The Giant Demon Guardian opened its mouth to laugh, about to taunt the opponent’s incompetence.

However, the laughter lasted for only a moment before it abruptly ceased.

In its place were cries of pain.

"Damn witch!"

It still underestimated the power of the Ancient Covenant.

The ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion frowned but relaxed upon sensing the progressively weakening aura of the opponent.

Having survived since the Ancient Times, this Giant Demon did have some abilities.

Unfortunately, at the rate he was attacking, it wouldn’t take many more strikes before he would no longer be a match for me.

And then...

Capturing Xu Yuan would be as simple as reaching out and grabbing him, right?

As he thought this, the magic power that had been sustained by the Giant Demon’s strength began to slowly recede.

Within it, Xu Yuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and beneath him, ripples of space surged continuously.

"Thinking of escaping?"

The ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion frowned and flicked his finger nonchalantly.

A beam of multicolored light shot out instantly.

"Don’t even think about it!"

The Giant Demon Guardian tried to intervene but felt somewhat powerless under the Ancient Covenant.

Just as the light was about to disrupt the spatial teleportation,

a beautiful sword light illuminated the dull heavens and earth, extinguishing the colored finger light.

"This is...?!"

Everyone suddenly became aware of this new third party who had interjected.

Just as they were bewildered about where this new Return to Void cultivator had emerged from, they realized that they recognized the cultivator who had just taken action.

The young woman had an indifferent demeanor, with a flawless face as if sculpted from fine ice and snow by the creator.

The thin black and white Daoist robe she wore perfectly highlighted her graceful figure.

"Mu Qianyan has finally taken action, hasn’t she?"

Shi Ruoyu’s expression turned stern.

Although she had never fought Mu Qianyan before, some instinct told her that Mu Qianyan was definitely a obstacle she must overcome to become the leader of the Sword Dao.

After all, the courage to draw one’s sword against a Return to Void True Person was not something everyone possessed.

Mu Qianyan’s intervention immediately caused a stir among the cultivators present.

In some sense, this could even be seen as a declaration of war between the two sects.

"Is the Heavenly Dao Sect planning to defy the heavens?"

The ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion looked furious.

Being thwarted one after another, even he couldn’t help feeling resentful.

"..."

Mu Qianyan didn’t speak, only gazing back at him with her deep and serene eyes.

Then she drew her sword again.

Far from feeling intimidated in the face of a Return to Void True Person, she chose to strike!

The sword light was dazzling and brilliant, and in the moment it was wielded, it swelled with the wind, turning into a massive mountain of swords and fiercely colliding with the consciousness of the ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion.

Surprise flickered in the elder’s eyes.

A Return to Void cultivator could change their position at will and strike from a great distance due to their integration with heaven and earth. Thus, they could always strike their opponent while the latter could only passively take hits when facing anyone below the level of a Return to Void True Person.

But Mu Qianyan not only withstood his attacks, she was also able to detect the will he was using to control the spiritual power of this space and proactively counterattacked.

If the incarnation of his will embedded in this realm were scattered, although it would not affect him much, it would be troublesome to descend again.

Certainly, the Heavenly Dao Sect had an outstanding array of incredibly talented individuals.

The ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion did not hesitate; he clenched his hand into a fist and then pounded continuously.

One punch!

Two punches!

...

The sound of fists tearing through the air echoed in the atmosphere.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the massive mountain of swords shook violently, a fist imprint materializing out of nowhere.

Before the mountain of swords could stabilize, one fist imprint after another appeared in rapid succession.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After three punches,

the hundred-zhang mountain of swords exploded!

Mu Qianyan still hadn’t had a chance to execute her next move when her expression changed abruptly and she immediately placed her sword in front of her.

Clang!

As she placed her sword in defense, ripples appeared in the void.

The next moment, the Divine Sword rang with the sound of metal clashing, bending down at a shocking angle in the support of two hands.