In an instant, the sword sheath suddenly burst open, and the hidden silver blade vanished, leaving a streak of brilliance in the night sky, then disappearing into the heavy rain.

The Taoist who lost his treasured sword didn't change his appearance. He still had those indifferent eyes and the long robe of a Taoist. He slowly stood up, raised his hand, and clenched his fist in the downpour.

The rain suddenly froze mid-air as the Taoist stepped forward. As he walked towards the curtain of rain, the once-stagnant droplets wove together before his arrival, forming a two-meter-long giant sword. The hilt landed perfectly in his open palm, tightly gripped, tearing through the night and unleashing Spiritual Energy in all directions.

The sword was a weapon of slaughter. Someone was killed.

The silver sword opened, followed by the giant sword. The Taoist, dragging the massive blade larger than himself, headed straight towards the distant sound of Ye Feng. At high altitude, it was beneath his head. When it was in his eyes, his spirit had already surged like a tide, turning the entire night sky into a strange shade of blue.

This silver sword, like lightning, disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it was upon you. There was a clear, long blank, visible to the naked eye, tearing a trace only three inches wide in an exaggerated manner. However, the Half-suction Kung Fu expanded it to three feet. The Taoist followed behind you, turning three feet into one foot with the giant sword in his hand!

One person, the entire storm.

The Saint has three thousand words. In the end, only a few words are truly treated as a creed of life. Even cultivators with no great ambitions or needs in the world find it hard to truly embody the words of a Saint.

For the phrase "wipe out" referring to this small group of evildoers, they have fully carried it out. After a lifetime of cultivation, they realized their actions, even until death, were no better than outlaws or mountain bandits. This truly tugs at the heartstrings. I wonder, for those who have entered the netherworld, when reflecting, would such a flood of mixed emotions flow.

Ye Fengsheng didn't know the thoughts of the deceased, but he was very clear that if he died, his only regret would be bringing Qiu Juan home, letting this woman unrelated to the matter endure unnecessary pain.

But that's all. At least Ye Fengsheng believed he wouldn't fall so easily. It wasn't just because Elder Pei couldn't let Yuan Ying join after him, but because he could clearly confirm that he was now a Yuan Ying. He didn't think he would lose to any Yuan Ying practitioner from Bei Yuming, let alone a Yuan Ying practitioner from Bei Yuming whom he intended to eliminate.

Of course, all of this was based on the premise that Pei Shan wouldn't join the World Trade Organization.

For Elder Pei, who could almost battle his grandfather but remained slightly confused, Ye Fengsheng was still the person he feared the most. And Ye Fengsheng was certain that, at this very moment, Elder Pei's hatred for him was so intense it was palpable. If given the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to take the simplest means to twist his neck off.

As for those monks preparing to step into the world, after tonight, they would consider whether they had the ability to provoke him. But before that, they had to survive first!

In the stormy night, someone would be dragging a sword.

At the top of Duanmai Mountain, a middle-aged man gazed at the starry sky. After a long time, he exhaled a deep breath. His eyes were filled with loneliness. The last trace of his tightly held robe turned into gradually disappearing dust.

"Tell the elders to quickly take the disciples off the mountain. Those qualified can take the Jade Marrow down. Those not, can leave with ten people and a secret document. If they don't want to leave, you don't need to tell them why, just follow them."

After saying these heavy words, the white-haired elder who suddenly appeared behind him was startled. It was obvious that although not spoken, everyone knew such a decision was to preserve seeds that could reignite Duanmai Mountain, so that they could make a comeback in the future.

Looking back, they were filled with heroism and strength, standing at the peak of Jiedan, enough to make those in power now feel proud. Even if they didn't know what had happened, they could still feel an overwhelming pressure they couldn't bear. One said, with words full of reluctance: "Zhang Jiao, is the situation really this severe?"

The Palm Sect of Duanmai Mountain waved the empty dust in Yang's hand, without interest: "Do as I say."

"Master Zhang, I am the first in the world, unrivaled in the world, this is the hardest thing. We can surely overcome it with our whole heart! You are the root of Duanmai Mountain. You must not fail before the battle!"

Listening to these words from the elder, the Palm Sect of Duanmai Mountain drew a hint of self-mockery: "The world's number one pie? It is because Kunlun didn't want to join afterward that we had a foothold. If Kunlun joined the World Trade Organization, how would we deal with him?"

"But Kunlun has never joined afterward!"

The elder spat out, unable to suppress his anger: "My Duanmai Mountain is the largest Duanmai Mountain in the world! Kunlun has now been destroyed and no longer exists! I hosted so many Kunlun disciples at Duanmai Mountain. Now I will use this opportunity to replace them!"

"Isn't that right?"

The master of Duanmai Mountain smiled bitterly: "Just to replace it, we are now facing a disaster. Even Kunlun was destroyed by it. How can we compete with Duanmai Mountain?"

"What!?"

The elder's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face looked ashen.

After a long silence, an elder incredulously shouted: "Then, will that ruthless man come to my Duanmai Mountain? Why? For what? There's no reason! I have no enmity with Duanmai Mountain. Initially, he killed our disciples. We were worried Ye Wei did not ask him for an explanation! Why has he come here to seek our misfortune?"

The Palm Sect of Duanmai Mountain lifted the empty dust in Yang's hand: "Tonight, I, along with the two Yuan Ying predecessors, went to the Sky Heart Tower of Guiyuan Temple to kill him. Now the Spiritual Imprint left by the master has been broken. It must be more or less dangerous."

Ye Fengsheng dragged a sword, but he never went up the mountain.

No need for that anymore. It came with a heart of slaughter, and such a heart of slaughter cannot be resolved with words. In such a case, you can exceed the peak without words.

Anyway, this isn't a memory of the past. It's excellent to wield a blade. If you talk too much, can you survive?

Beneath the feet is the earth, erupting from cracks with rumbling and shaking. All the way, the blade kept coming. At this time, the place where the long blade passed had become an abyss of tears. At first glance, the water didn't seem deep.

"He, he, he is..." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In front of the gate of Duanmai Mountain, a group of disciples was already terrified by the sight before them. They were scared to death. They had seen fierce scenes but never such an intense scene. Dragging a sword like this would cause such a commotion. If they started, wouldn't heavens and earth be destroyed, unable to be avoided?

"Elder, who is he?"

Several disciples heard the sudden voice of an elder nearby, hurriedly looking towards the voice, only to see the elder standing tall on Taishan, collapsed in front of them. Now his face was pale as paper, twisted like an elder.

For a moment, a certain possibility crossed my mind. One disciple suddenly opened his eyes wide, his mouth twitching, his voice trembling as he said: "He... he is..."

"Too early."