Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

A flash of sword light flared, and a disciple from the Beiming Sword Sect felt himself being torn asunder.

The next instant, excruciating pain shot through his entire body.

Ah!

A cry of alarm rang out, and the man's body was instantly split in two.

Before anyone could react, Lian Shuang's gaze shifted, and she charged toward another person.

"This..." Seeing Lian Shuang charge at him, the disciple from the Beiming Sword Sect was struck with terror.

The woman before him was too powerful. Even though he was also an expert in the Sword Dao, he was utterly defenseless against the Little Sword God.

It was as if the two of them weren't even on the same level.

Wherever the sword light passed, the disciple of the Beiming Sword Sect fell.

One slash, one kill.

"So strong!" The hearts of the cultivators watching from afar trembled, their faces filled with dread as they stared at the blue-haired woman.

"She's truly worthy of the name Little Sword God," someone murmured.

At that moment, the name "Little Sword God" was deeply branded into the hearts of the nearby geniuses.

"Run!" The last remaining disciple of the Beiming Sword Sect immediately turned to flee.

"Too late to run now!" Lian Shuang's expression was cold and severe. The Cyan Lotus beneath her feet streaked across the Void as her delicate hand moved in tandem.

A surge of Sword Intent condensed. With a flick of her Long Sword, it slashed through the Void and appeared above the head of the fleeing Beiming Sword Sect disciple.

A chilling Sword Intent bore down on him. The disciple from the Beiming Sword Sect couldn't help but look up. As he did, the sword light descended. A wave of cold washed over his heart, and he felt himself being torn apart. The next instant, excruciating pain flooded his senses as his body was split in two. He was dead.

And so, all four members of the Beiming Sword Sect had met their bitter end.

Lian Shuang came to a halt, suspended in the air above the valley. Five Sword Lotuses continued to spin around her, acting as a guard.

However, their Sword Intent had become somewhat restrained.

Manifesting Sword Lotuses from Sword Qi like this exhausted a great deal of her Heart Spirit.

It was a good thing she had entered the Profound Pill Realm. Otherwise, a cultivator at the Small Primordial Pill Realm would find it difficult to sustain such a technique for so long.

First, the Spiritual Sense of a Small Primordial Pill Realm cultivator is weak. Without the support of such powerful Spiritual Sense, it would be extremely difficult to manifest such lifelike Sword Lotuses.

Second, cultivators at the Small Primordial Pill Realm also lack sufficient Essence Qi.

Even for someone at the Profound Pill Realm, it would be difficult to use this technique with such mastery.

Just now, Lian Shuang had used it to withstand the attacks of dozens of people!

This showed that Lian Shuang was clearly powerful in every respect. Her title as the Lingyun Sect's once-in-a-millennium prodigy was no empty boast.

"Anyone else who makes a move will share their fate!" Even after slaying four people in a row, Lian Shuang's expression remained unchanged. She held her blue Long Sword, her long hair whipping in the wind, each strand as sharp as a blade that made the very Void hum. Her cold, majestic voice then echoed through the valley.

The voice spread, piercing the hearts of the listeners like a sharp sword and chilling them to the bone.

For a moment, no one in the valley dared to make a sound.

"Little Sword God Lian Shuang? What an arrogant title!" Just then, a deep voice rang out.

A man could be seen flying toward them from the nearby Void.

"Senior Brother Zheng!" The people from the Dongze Sect rejoiced at his arrival.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

As Zheng Yang arrived, more figures could be seen streaking through the distant Void, flying toward the same location.

It was none other than Wen Qianshan of Thousand Lakes Mountain and Mo Ziyou of Wind Watching Cliff.

The three of them had just been through a great battle and had exhausted a massive amount of their Essence Qi.

They had been on the verge of a final, decisive battle.

However, at the critical moment, a disciple from their sect reported that the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire had passed through Ze Mountain River and entered the inner region.

Only then did they cease their battle.

However, because they had exhausted too much Essence Qi in the previous battle, they had to heal their injuries before searching for the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire. That was why they were only just now appearing.

"Senior Brother Zheng!"

"Senior Brother Wen!"

"Senior Brother Mo!" As the three men appeared, the members of their respective factions immediately cupped their fists in greeting.

"What happened here?" The three of them landed nearby and began to ask questions.

"That Ling Fei is in the cave, likely fusing with the Celestial Fire," someone said. "We tried to attack just now, but no one was a match for her."

"This Lian Shuang is incredibly strong. She killed Beishan Jianhong of the Beiming Sword Sect in a single strike."

...

The members of the three sects all looked toward Lian Shuang, their faces filled with apprehension.

'Killed Beishan Jianhong in a single strike?' Hearing this, even Zheng Yang's brow furrowed.

Before, he wouldn't have given it a second thought.

However, the previous battle had exhausted too much of his Blood Qi. It would be exceedingly difficult to activate his Profound Spirit Treasure again.

If he used up the last of his strength, he would be in grave danger.

After all, Mo Ziyou and Wen Qianshan were right there next to him.

Similarly, Mo Ziyou and Wen Qianshan were also filled with apprehension.

They too had exhausted a great deal of Essence Qi. Even if they attacked, they could at most activate their Profound Spirit Treasures once.

After that, they would be completely spent.

"Everyone, Ling Fei is fusing with the Celestial Fire as we speak. We should put aside our differences and deal with him together," Zheng Yang said, his eyes flashing. "You must understand, our territories are closest to the Lingyun Sect. If he successfully fuses with the Celestial Fire, I fear our three sects will no longer have a place to stand in the future."

"That may be so, but if we really kill Ling Fei, the wrath of the Lingyun Sect is not something we can bear," said Mo Ziyou.

"Heh, our three sects are indeed rivals under normal circumstances. But if the Lingyun Sect were to bear down on us, we would have to form an alliance to survive. Otherwise, if one falls, the other two will be devoured. The Sect Leaders of our three sects all understand this principle. It's how we've managed to maintain our foothold in this region for a thousand years," Zheng Yang said.

"Besides, if the Lingyun Sect really decided to make a move, would the Beiming Sword Sect just sit back and watch? They've killed quite a few of the Beiming Sword Sect's geniuses this time."

"And from what I know, this Beishan Jianhong was a kinsman of Beishan Jianxiong," Zheng Yang added.

"In that case, let's make our move."

Wen Qianshan nodded. His gaze shifted, locking onto Lian Shuang and her blue Long Sword up ahead.

"Heh, Little Sword God Lian Shuang? The once-in-a-millennium genius of the Lingyun Sect. You are indeed very strong. However, with our three sects gathered here now, it won't be so easy for you to protect Ling Fei all by yourself," Mo Ziyou said, an eyebrow arched in a mocking smile.

Mo Ziyou's voice boomed, echoing in all directions.

Inside the mountain cave, Ling Fei, who was in the middle of fusing with the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire, felt his eyelids twitch.

'The Spirit Transformation was a success. Next is to fuse with the fire.' Ling Fei rejoiced internally.

After all this time, he had finally worn down the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire's weak consciousness.

Now, Ling Fei could finally fuse with the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire in peace.

Because of this, his Heart Spirit was finally able to relax.

But the moment his Heart Spirit relaxed, he sensed the situation outside.

'Zheng Yang, Mo Ziyou, and Wen Qianshan... they're all here to attack?' Ling Fei's Heart Spirit spread out, revealing the scene outside.

'From my Lingyun Sect, Lian Shuang is the only one here?' Seeing this, Ling Fei's brow furrowed slightly.

'Lian Shuang seems to be in a terrible position!'

Although he could sense that the auras of Zheng Yang and the others were greatly diminished, they were still capable of attacking.

Armed with their Profound Spirit Treasures, they were clearly more than a match for Lian Shuang.

This made Ling Fei worry.

'But I still haven't finished fusing with the Dragon Spirit Celestial Fire. If I act rashly now and agitate the Celestial Fire, it will burn me to a crisp.' Ling Fei frowned.

As Ling Fei worried, Lian Shuang's voice drifted in from outside.

"So what if I'm alone?" Lian Shuang's face remained impassive as she spoke faintly.

Lian Shuang's long blue hair moved with the wind. Her delicate feet rested upon the Cyan Lotus, and her slender body stood tall in the air like a sharp sword, radiating an arrogance that soared to the heavens.

Even when facing the geniuses of three different sects, she remained fearless.