Earlier, Meng Qi had commented on the seven top sword techniques of the current era, stating that the “Tai Shi Tian Mo Sword” had countless variations, blending feints and real attacks, and was extremely terrifying, ranking as the best.
And the “Demon Sword King” was precisely the one who had fully mastered the “Tai Shi Tian Mo Sword” in this era!
He was a seasoned Tianxian, wielding the demon sword, growing stronger the more blood it shed. His peak battle against the Qi Sage in the Star Sea was a renowned duel from ancient times, where he narrowly lost by a single move. His strength was thus evident. However, in the end, he still could not escape the fate of falling to the霸王’s blade, the protagonist of this era.
Upon hearing Ren Qiushui’s transmitted voice and learning the identity of the person before him, Meng Qi’s mind was flooded with knowledge about him. One could say that while he might not be clear on every detail, his overall understanding of the Demon Sword King certainly surpassed even Ren Qiushui’s—and perhaps even the Demon Sword King himself. His sword techniques’ tendencies, the reality and illusions of his demonic arts, the trajectory of his life, and his ultimate fate—all were no secrets to Meng Qi.
This was one of the greatest advantages of being a time-traveler.
He could even impersonate a great master and rival the Sages in the art of divination!
Of course, facing such a Tianxian, his own cultivation level was too low. Even with knowledge of the opponent’s weaknesses, his chances of victory were nearly nonexistent, and his life might even be in danger. Whether it was Wuji, Dao Yi, Kai Tian, or even Rulai, Jie Tian, and Zhu Xian, none could fully bridge such a gap. Unless he could split his essence into the Three Pure Ones and deploy the Zhu Xian Sword Formation by himself, there would be no way to match such power. For now, he could only rely on the Tianxian-grade divine weapon “Li Xian Sword,” fully unleashing its power. As long as he avoided a prolonged battle, there was still a good chance of escape.
Unfortunately, the current Tai Shang Tian Mo had not yet ascended to the Tianxian realm, and the Demon Sword King had yet to suffer his first devastating defeat at the hands of the Overlord, leaving no seed of failure deeply rooted in his psyche. Otherwise, Meng Qi could have simply simulated the “Overlord’s Aura” at a critical moment and unleashed the “Overlord’s Six Strikes,” exploiting the Demon Sword King’s psychological weakness to achieve the unimaginable feat of a Renxian slaying a Tianxian in a one-on-one battle.
But none of that mattered now. Given the current situation in Luo City, Meng Qi had no other choice!
A blizzard filled the grass hut, making it seem like a separate world from the outside. Any commotion within could hardly break through the icy barrier. In the blink of an eye, Meng Qi’s mind raced, analyzing the situation and foreseeing its developments.
Zheng!
A streak of emerald light shone, as if moonlight had descended from the heavens. Ren Qiushui had drawn her Biyue Sword.
Her expression was grave, her posture defensive, yet deep within her gaze flickered the burning passion unique to swordsmen. Facing an opponent of the Demon Sword King’s caliber, even with the “Jue Xian Sword Manual,” she was still newly ascended to Daxian, and the gap in cultivation was too vast to challenge him directly. She usually chose to avoid such confrontations in advance. But now, with no escape, she finally had the chance to witness the “Tai Shi Tian Mo Sword” firsthand.
Her Biyue Sword had been bestowed by her master, forged casually by the Lingbao Tianzun, a Tianxian-grade divine weapon. If she could fully unleash its divine might and the essence of the Jue Xian Sword, she might briefly withstand the Demon Sword King, giving her mysterious companion with the Jie Tian technique the chance to break through the isolation of the “Blizzard Realm” and create an escape route.
As Ren Qiushui drew her sword, the Demon Sword King had already struck first. As a member of the demonic sects, he never gave way.
A black sword light, like a venomous serpent, slithered through the void. The surrounding snowflakes darkened, as if invisible killing intent lurked in every corner. The sword light seen might not even be real.
At that moment, Ren Qiushui’s pupils dilated, her expression shifting, her right hand visibly trembling, unable to raise her blade.
The demon sword had not yet reached, yet she seemed trapped in an inner struggle, powerless to resist, watching helplessly as the sword light pierced toward her brow.
Within Ren Qiushui’s mind world, a five-clawed true dragon, clad in black scales, coiled around, surrounded by a thick mist of demonic energy, exuding terrifying pressure, locked in a deadly struggle with her true soul.
The “Tai Shi Tian Mo Sword” attacked both body and mind, real and feint combined, profound and mysterious. If either aspect was not blocked, it would lead to certain defeat and death!
The “black serpent” glided through the swirling snow, reaching Ren Qiushui’s front. She barely managed to focus, causing her Biyue Sword to transform into a full moon hovering before her, attempting to block. The Demon Sword King’s pale skin and crimson lips seemed already within reach.
At that moment, she “saw” Meng Qi’s immortal sword, glowing with five-colored lights—cyan, red, yellow, white, and black—draw a circle.
The sword light formed a perfect circle, the five colors condensing into a bracelet-like shape, striking toward the Demon Sword King.
This five-colored ring tightly bound the transformations of yin and yang, its center chaotic and indistinct, as if self-generating a world, or about to devour all things—it was both the beginning and the end.
The drifting black snowflakes contracted, collapsing into the core of the five-colored ring and vanishing without a trace. The serpent-like sword light shifted endlessly, real and false intermingling, yet as if fatefully bound, it could never escape the ring’s grasp.
It was as if the two sides existed in different times and spaces—the five-colored ring moved swiftly while the demon sword’s transformations lagged, thus revealing all secrets.
This strike fused Meng Qi’s incomplete “Boundless Seal,” amplified by the might of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique and the cave-heaven power of the Immortal-Severing Sword!
The Demon Sword King emitted a faint sound of surprise, his pupils reflecting the five-colored ring. Unable to decipher its mystery, he flicked his right wrist—the demonic sword instantly expanded, morphing into a colossal pillar that seemed to prop up the frozen firmament. Within its misty radiance, visions of a hellish domain akin to the Nine Nether emerged, crashing toward the ring with devastating might.
Using brute force to break skill!
Puh!
The demon sword struck the ring, yet felt an emptiness, as if the force was swallowed by the void, its immense power devoured by the darkness.
Meng Qi’s right hand trembled, his immortal sword ringing faintly, seemingly unable to bear such a level of force, nearly losing control of the ring. But at that moment, the chaos at the ring’s center expanded instead of contracting, confusing all directions.
Yin and Yang shifted, positions changed, and suddenly, from the darkness, a vast and brilliant sword light erupted—fueled by the Demon Sword King’s own immense power!
That previous strike had been merely a ploy to borrow force—Meng Qi’s true aim was to harness the Demon Sword King’s strength!
The dazzling sword light tore through the sky, striking the barrier of the snowy realm, cleaving a rift with the might of creation itself.
Honglong!
The snowy realm collapsed. The sword light burst from the grass hut, soaring into the heavens, turning the night as bright as day, illuminating the entire Luo City, unmistakably visible.
The light fell, clearly revealing the Demon Sword King’s face. His previously relaxed expression abruptly changed, even more serious than Ren Qiushui’s.
Suddenly, the space before him became illusory, filled with an unreal sensation. A hand abruptly appeared, striking toward his face.
There was no sense of piercing through space, no sense of shrinking distance. The hand’s owner treated the space between himself and the Demon Sword King as nonexistent—and so it truly became so.
Xin Wai Wu Wu, the Xin Sage had struck!
Meng Qi had not chosen to flee. Instead, he had strived to shatter the snowy realm, spreading the commotion outward. Luo City had gathered numerous righteous sect’s Dharmakaya adepts to capture the Tai Shang Tian Mo, including supreme beings like the Xin Sage. The demonic sects could only act covertly. If exposed to the public eye, it would be them who would flee—not him!
At that moment, another pitch-black hand emerged, bearing six fingers and brimming with destruction. It flicked a finger, striking the Xin Sage’s hand and unleashing terrifying aftershocks. The Xin Sage had no choice but to flip his palm, suppressing the residual energy.
Seizing this moment, the Demon Sword King stepped back, vanishing into the darkness beyond the grass hut, his eerie eyes casting one last deep glance at Meng Qi.
At the same time, a scroll floated out from the void, two figures holding its ends, instantly vanishing into the distance. Then surged forth a vast and righteous aura, pure and mighty, cleansing and erasing the remaining demonic influence.
A figure clad in ancient robes appeared, speaking in a firm, aged voice: “Everyone, remain at your posts. Do not fall for the ploy of drawing the tiger out of the mountain.”
As the voice faded, Meng Qi felt a sword light, as if establishing the heart of heaven and earth, withdraw. He saw a mirror flash briefly in the high sky, and various mighty presences receded. If the Demon Sword King and others had not fled decisively, even a moment’s delay would have trapped them, perhaps costing them their lives.
A ploy to draw the tiger out of the mountain? After regaining his composure, he slightly furrowed his brow, beginning to understand the demonic sects’ cunning plan. His response had also fallen into their calculations!
The Zhonggu Sages—Ren Sage, Xin Sage, Qi Sage, and numerous Dharma-body adepts—had cast a celestial net over Luo City, leaving the Tai Shang Tian Mo with no means of escape. He could only watch helplessly as they combed through layer after layer, clinging to the hope of stalling until his strength was restored.
Meanwhile, the demonic sects’ several Tianwang pretended to feud among themselves, but secretly had already reached an agreement. Using the “Jiu You Kan Yu Tu,” they suddenly attacked the Ren Sage, who was leading the pursuit of the Tai Shang Tian Mo. If they could capture the Ren Sage and sever the central command’s connection to the various positions, the heavenly net would collapse, allowing the Tai Shang Tian Mo to escape Luo City easily. If not, they would create a commotion, drawing in reinforcements from the righteous sects, forcing a gap in the flawless formation, enabling the Tai Shang Tian Mo’s escape.
What a brilliant plan! Meng Qi couldn’t help but admire. They must have had other arrangements as well—methods to briefly resist the siege of the righteous Dharmakaya adepts before making a swift escape. Unfortunately, his unexpected intrusion prematurely triggered the commotion, leaving their plan incomplete and forcing them to flee in disarray.
“Junior, your strength is extraordinary. I wouldn’t have dared to confront a Tianxian directly when I was at the Renxian stage,” the Ren Sage smiled, having reorganized the formation, as he looked toward Meng Qi.
His eyebrows and beard were white, gleaming like jade, his face deeply wrinkled, yet exuding a noble aura. Though of ordinary build, he radiated an image of towering righteousness. Yet his tone was humorous, quite different from the solemn image Meng Qi had imagined.
The Ren Sage was actually a witty old man…
Meng Qi sheathed the Li Xian Sword, bowed, and said, “It was thanks to Miss Ren’s distraction of the Demon Sword King’s attention that I could land a decisive blow.”
“You, you’re being too modest—almost bordering on hypocrisy. Are you trying to be a false gentleman?” the Ren Sage teased with a smile.
He did not ask Meng Qi about his origins. After hearing his words and observing his actions, he exchanged a few pleasantries before producing the “Jianghu Alliance Pact” for Meng Qi to sign. Finally, he said, “Junior, your methods are unpredictable. If you have time, would you be willing to help search for the Tai Shang Tian Mo?”
With a Tianxian’s divine perception, Luo City was as clear as day, with no secrets hidden. If it were merely disguising as a mortal, the Tai Shang Tian Mo would have been discovered long ago. The fact that no trace had been found yet indicated he had other means.
Of course, if the evil sects were to conduct the search, it would be much simpler—just destroy Luo City, dig ten thousand feet into the ground, leaving not a single blade of grass behind.
“Junior would be honored,” Meng Qi replied without hesitation.
As the two left the grass hut together, the previously silent Ren Qiushui suddenly spoke: “Dao You Su, that sword strike of yours just now wasn’t the Seven Jie Tian Swords, was it?”
She felt a strange familiarity with it.
Meng Qi smiled: “Of course not.”
“It was the Zhu Xian Sword Technique.”
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