Ancient Swords of the Seven Peaks!

Lu Kangnian was like an alpha wolf brimming with ferocity. His example made all of them resemble wolf cubs whose bottled-up emotions had finally burst free, desperate to prove themselves. They wanted everyone to see that they had not been wrong when they chose the Great Xia Sword Sect! *Spurt!* Zhong Lin slashed down a Mo Family Core Formation disciple with a single stroke. Catching sight of Li Sheng'an from the corner of his eye, his brows twitched in surprise. The once pitifully timid Li Sheng'an fought as if possessed by a war god, charging alone into the encirclement of Mo Family disciples. He let their longswords hack into his flesh, ducking and dodging only when strikes aimed for his vitals. Drenched in blood, Li Sheng'an laughed like a madman. The sword in his hand flew swift as the wind! His blade deflected several attacks in rapid succession. Mixing in punches and kicks, he even broke free to cut down two men. Stirred by the fresh blood, Li Sheng'an felt his own veins boil until his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, letting the sweet, metallic tang flood his mouth. Watching this, Zhong Lin could not help sighing inwardly. *Old Li's influence on him really is immense...* Ever since Li Guanqi had slapped him on Tianzhu Peak and spoken those words to him, Li Sheng'an had awakened to himself. The people-pleasing persona he once wore had vanished without a trace. He flatly refused every unreasonable demand. Even when beaten within an inch of his life, Li Sheng'an would lock the other person in a death grip and tear off an ear with his teeth. By now, Li Sheng'an had long entered the inner sect, studying under Tu Kui. Moreover, the ruthlessness in Li Sheng'an was a viciousness hidden beneath the skin. *Whoosh!* A shrill howl pierced the air. Li Sheng'an spun around, torqueing his waist to fling his sword like a spear straight toward Zhong Lin! "Watch out!" Zhong Lin suddenly realized two enemies were flanking him from left and right, already less than three feet away! Core Formation primal energy erupted within him. Stamping against the empty air, his body shifted two feet sideways in an instant as his sword swept upward! *Clang! Clang! Thud!* Li Sheng'an's hurled blade carried immense force, piercing through one Mo Family disciple's shoulder and carrying the man several zhang backward. Yet even though Zhong Lin had parried with all his might, the man beside him still caught his calf with a savage slash! Knocking the enemy back with a parry, Zhong Lin retreated swiftly toward Li Sheng'an. More than half the flesh of his left calf had been cleaved away, leaving it dripping with crimson. Had Li Sheng'an not warned him, that strike would have severed him at the waist! Li Sheng'an conjured a spiritual sword in his hand, standing back-to-back with Zhong Lin atop the empty air to face the foes with everything they had! Scenes of mutual support like this played out across the entire battlefield. The Great Xia Sword Sect... never fought alone! At the highest reaches of the heavens, a terrifying gravity domain and Gengjin domain ground furiously against each other, their respective barriers claiming half the sky. Where the domains met, power tore itself to shreds, only to replenish, collide, and destroy anew... Neither side was willing to let the other gain the upper hand and sway the battle. Two figures teleported continuously through the sky, clashing with desperate fury under the amplification of their domains. Dozens of sword lights erupted with every passing breath. Lu Kangnian's sword momentum flowed unbroken, as unshakeable as a mountain crag. Mo Zhiyuan's face was livid with rage. His body was already riddled with sword wounds, each cut deep enough to bare bone. Soul Formation cultivators could not regenerate injuries as swiftly as those in the Void Refining Realm, leaving him no choice but to keep fighting through his wounded flesh. The silver armor he wore had long shattered under Lu Kangnian's surging onslaught. *Hum!* A flash of light gleamed in Mo Zhiyuan's hand, revealing an ancient banner followed by an azure bottle! His sword momentum spiked violently, instantly forcing Lu Kangnian back. Teleporting back more than a hundred zhang, Mo Zhiyuan sent the bottle floating above his head. Instantly, a layer of blue light enveloped his body. In a flash, all the rampant sword qi Lu Kangnian had driven into him was purged clean. At the same time, the bone-deep cuts across Mo Zhiyuan's body began mending at a visible pace. Yet the power within the bottle rapidly waned. Mo Zhiyuan panted heavily. He had never expected the sect master of a mere Northern Region sword sect to possess such formidable might! Sweeping his gaze across the battlefield, he saw his Mo Family disciples being utterly suppressed! Whether in numbers or cultivation realms, the Great Xia Sword Sect was more than a cut above. Even the three friends he had brought along were in dire straits. The Great Xia Sword Sect actually possessed this many Soul Formation cultivators! A sunken fist imprint dented Mo Zhiyuan's ribs, sending agony through him with every breath. A cold glint flashed in his bloodshot eyes. His left hand seized the black-and-white ancient banner, and he swung it aloft with an enraged bellow. "Lingxu Soul-Extinguishing Banner!" As the ancient banner drifted on the wind, an eerie, frigid gale swept across heaven and earth! Lu Kangnian was the first to bear the brunt of that power. The moment he sensed the sinister nature of the banner, his heart thumped wildly. *A soul-attacking magic treasure!* Treasures of magic-treasure rank were already exceedingly rare, to say nothing of those that attacked the soul. They were priceless treasures that money could never buy! "Run! It's a soul attack!" "The Mo Family is indeed an old, established clan to possess something like this!" The spectating onlookers fled in all directions, none of them knowing whether the treasure's assault might sweep them up as well. Madness flooded Mo Zhiyuan's eyes as he waved the ancient banner frantically. "Since you refuse to hand him over, then all of you can die!" *Wuuu—!* Heaven and earth altered in an instant. Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, and torrential rain poured down. The howling gale swept the rain upward against the sky, and the surrounding temperature plummeted as if plunging into the depths of winter, sending an involuntary shiver through everyone. A piercing shriek rang out, and countless disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect could not withstand the force. Clutching their heads, they roared in agony as figure after figure fell from the sky. Those standing closest bled from all seven orifices, their faces deathly pale! Just then, an eerie gray gale swept violently toward the Great Xia disciples. Lu Kangnian took a slow, deep breath. He had not wanted to resort to this method. A glint of cold resolve flashed in his eyes, and he muttered softly, "In that case, let us be a little more brazen!" "Great Xia... Rise, Seven Swords!" *Boom!* As Lu Kangnian's furious shout rang out, all three thousand peaks across the Great Xia Sword Sect shook violently! Led by Tianjian Peak, each of the Great Xia Sword Sect's seven main peaks unleashed a pillar of light that pierced the sky. Lu Kangnian's white robe whipped wildly in the wind. Striding forward atop the void, he rapidly formed intricate seals with one hand. In that single instant, the white-robed man's aura climbed to its absolute zenith—the peak of the mid Soul Formation Realm! At the same time, the summits of the Great Xia Sword Sect's seven main peaks shattered, and seven ancient swords flew out from within the pillars of light, radiating a primeval aura! *Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!* Ear-splitting whistles tore the air as the seven swords ripped through the void, coming to a halt to float beside Lu Kangnian. In this moment, Lu Kangnian looked like a peerless swordsman looking down disdainfully upon the mortal realm.