One Sword Flies Like an Immortal

At Yinhan Gorge, sword light soared into the firmament. Qin Ming crossed the high skies, his strongest Chaos force surging violently as it pierced the night sky with a terrifying sonic boom, producing massive waves of white vapor around him. His speed was frighteningly fast. With his physical body as the apex, a conical shock wave rippled backward, forming a cone-shaped condensation cloud. At this moment, Qin Ming seemed like an ancient Heavenly Immortal on patrol, trailing a vast shroud of white immortal mist in his wake. In the vast darkness of the night, the primeval mountain forests stretched endlessly. Faintly visible in the distance, flames shot up across several regions amid the gleam of blades and the shadow of swords, where bloody battles were erupting. Qin Ming's spiritual sonic waves had already reached far into the distance, producing a tangible effect. "What madman is clamoring out there?" Among the experts invading from the Crimson Forest, someone raised his head and looked toward the edge of the sky. "Calling yourself the number one grandmaster? Who do you think you are?" The young and prime cultivators capable of reaching the fifth realm were mostly exceptional prodigies of towering pride. Even if they failed to vie for the seat of a saint, they remained arrogant and untamed. Among those dispatched by the three supreme factions, many had drawn all eyes in their youth, hailed as talents blessed by the heavens. "Hmm?" Amid the blood and fire, a grandmaster in his prime watched the horizon, his pupils involuntarily contracting. Even as he swung his blade, his movement stuttered slightly, seized by a pang of unease. For the newcomer was simply too fast! When they first looked up, they had seen only a single beam of sword light shooting into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the figure became distinct, closing in from afar until he was already bearing down on their battlefield. Carrying a rain of light and piercing the night sky, that person arrived gracefully, like One Sword flying as an immortal. "Who dares call himself the number one grandmaster? Even Daoist Peng and the Eight-Headed Dragon wouldn't be so conceited! Who are you to dare—" Refusing to believe it, a giant of a man brandished his serrated great saber and struck with all his might, severely wounding his grandmaster opponent, sending blood splattering across the forest, and cleaving a low mountain to pieces. Lifting his saber, the giant leaped into the air to intercept the rival charging from the horizon. With a sudden flash, the distant figure arrived, tracing a trajectory ablaze with dazzling brilliance that momentarily became the sole presence in the entire night sky. Qin Ming arrived with killing intent, illuminating the entire forest. Many felt a sharp, stabbing pain in their eyes as if pricked by needles, tears streaming uncontrollably down their cheeks, their vision burned by the miraculous substance radiating from him. The prime grandmaster soaring into the sky possessed a massive frame at least a hundred feet tall, and the serrated great saber he held was unimaginably heavy. He was in the prime of his life, his physical vitality at its peak. Blood qi overflowed from him in surging crimson clouds that stained the heavens as he swung his blade with full strength, severing the night sky. Clang! Everyone in the vicinity heard a crisp, metallic chime that felt as though it would pierce their eardrums. The onlookers saw the massive blade, tens of feet long, dim in an instant. Its saber radiance collapsed entirely, and the entire weapon froze in place, unable to slash forward another inch. Then, the serrated saber fractured and abruptly exploded into thousands of fragments. Qin Ming gripped the parasol's handle with both hands. The canopy remained folded, wielded by him as a spearhead or a longsword, tracing a beam of light like a blazing sun across the land. Man and parasol fused into one, forming a single unbroken line that crashed forward. The parasol's tip pierced the giant saber, shattering it to bits, and drove right through the prime grandmaster's protective light barrier. "Roar!" The hundred-foot giant let out an unwilling roar, resisting with everything he had as several secret arts were unleashed at once in a blaze of brilliant runes. Moreover, his enormous palm slapped forward, hoping to block that terrifying figure. Alas, it was all in vain. His right palm was pierced through, flesh and finger bones exploding, while the runes he projected also dimmed. Holding the parasol, Qin Ming streaked across the night sky like a true dragon, flashing past amidst rain of light and dense white vapor. The giant was pierced completely. A gaping hole through which daylight could be seen opened between his chest and back, blood gushing forth as fractures radiated outward from the wound. He was actually going to disintegrate! No one had anticipated that such a mighty prime grandmaster would have his sturdy body of flesh and blood punched through the moment he clashed with this mysterious opponent. A broad curtain of bloody rain fell. His earth-shattering roar echoed through the night sky, filled with helplessness and, even more so, terror. He was actually being killed in an instant! Even his spiritual field was torn apart. What kind of terrifying adversary was this? His arrogance, his defiance, and his fearless courage had all been beaten out of him. In this moment, all he wanted was to flee. Yet before he could escape, that graceful, immortal-like figure traced a blinding and elegant arc, charging back faster than he could move. No matter how desperately he fought with every secret technique at his disposal, he still could not stop him. The giant was pierced once more. His spirit was locked and dragged out of his body; after his consciousness detonated several times in succession, it was absorbed by the parasol's canopy. People looked up at the night sky. The giant who had possessed such an imposing aura earlier now exploded, his vigorous blood qi glowing and dyeing the night sky in a tragic, dazzling hue like evening sunset clouds. "This..." Many felt their spirits shudder. A grandmaster who had charged over from the Crimson Forest had been killed in the blink of an eye—he had died far too quickly! Just what level of terrifying combatant was this? On Yujing's side, many showed excited expressions, saying, "The counterattack has begun! Our reinforcements are here!" Farther across the battlefield, another grandmaster from the Abyss civilization, older and cautious by nature, turned and fled with his men the moment he saw how the battle had unfolded. Whoosh! Trailing a cone of white vapor, Qin Ming pierced through the night sky with tremendous clamor and caught up to him in a flash. Amid furious roars and the clatter of shattering exotic treasures, that grandmaster's head instantly burst apart, pierced through by a divine beam of light. "Is that... One Sword who has arrived?" "Both of the enemy grandmasters are dead! Slay all the remaining fourth-realm invaders!" Led by a severely wounded fifth-realm grandmaster, Yujing's fighters immediately launched their counteroffensive. Qin Ming did not linger. Leaving thunderous booms reverberating across the skies and rolling white vapor in his wake, he sped straight away toward another battlefield blazing with firelight. At the same time, he looked up at the vault of heaven. Above the cloud layer, intimidating ripples drifted down faintly, and now and then immortal radiance would slice open the night. He suspected that experts of an even higher tier were confronting one another; the supreme bloody struggle had not completely settled down. Drawing aggro and baiting enemy firepower once more, he shouted, "The world's number one grandmaster is here! Grandmasters of the Celestial Clan, Abyss, and totem factions, crawl over and meet your deaths!" Like floating light or a heavenly dragon swimming through the sea of night mist, Qin Ming pushed his speed to the absolute limit, closing in on another battlefield in the blink of an eye. Emerging from Yinhan Gorge and traveling from near to far, if nothing was amiss, this region ought to be where Dayu's Fourth Princess Yao Ruoxian was situated. The fighting in this area was tragic and brutal. Several pairs of grandmasters were locked in combat, all fighting with everything they had. Besides the grandmasters of Dayu's imperial clan, there was a grandmaster from the esoteric sect and three grandmasters from the old mountain strongholds of the heavens, joining together to hold off the enemy. Like a rolling snowball, this region had drawn multiple experts from both sides into the fray. Though the clash had not gone on for long, the grandmaster from Dayu had already fallen in battle, and a well-known prime grandmaster from Zixiao Cave in the heavens had also been slain moments ago. On the opposing side, only four grandmasters and a handful of fourth-realm experts had entered this battlefield from the direction of the Crimson Forest. Their numbers were fewer, yet they held an overwhelming advantage. Elites chosen from the three supreme factions, fighting in concert and culled from the finest of the fine, were indeed lethally formidable. Among the four grandmasters invading from the Crimson Forest, one was exceptionally conspicuous. Clad in a golden robe, he blazed like a scorching sun, illuminating the battlefield. Composed and unhurried, he flicked his sleeve and sent the old grandmaster from the esoteric sect coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Turning his head toward the night sky, he fixed his gaze on Qin Ming and spoke: "Number one in the world? Who gave you the audacity to proclaim yourself such!" "One Sword is here! Everyone, fall back!" The old grandmaster from the esoteric sect spat out a mouthful of bloody froth and led the retreat, flying backward. "Hmm?" Hearing the name "One Sword," the gold-robed man's pupils contracted slightly, and his movements slowed; he did not pursue the esoteric sect's grandmaster. At the same time, the other three grandmasters stopped fighting and drew close to the gold-robed man, their expressions solemn. Clearly, they had heard of One Sword's renown. Farther off in the dense woods, Yao Ruoxian emerged. Her standard-issue armor was fractured and covered in blood, and blood trickled down her fair cheeks. She staggered forward in a rather battered state. Moments ago, she had been hunted by multiple fourth-realm opponents; only two followers remained at her side. Not far away, a fourth-realm prodigy from an old mountain stronghold of the heavens was all that remained of his group; everyone beside him had already died in battle. This region was extraordinarily bloody. A broken sword jutted from Yao Ruoxian's chest. Having survived a brush with death, she looked at Qin Ming's back and said, "Are you... One Sword?" Donning his golden armor with his back turned to them, Qin Ming said, "I received word from Qin Ming. Pull back. Anyone still capable of fighting can go reinforce other areas. As for this place, leave it to me!" "There are four grandmasters on their side," the esoteric sect grandmaster panted, his body nearly torn apart and many areas covered in burns. He had clashed with that gold-robed man only briefly, yet he had been critically injured. "No matter. Leave them all to me!" Qin Ming stated. Two beams of light shot from the gold-robed man's eyes. "Conceited to the absolute extreme!" He was immensely powerful. Resplendent divine radiance surged across his entire form, brilliant light illuminating heaven and earth. He seemed like a great sun crossing the void, radiating waves of heat that set many towering trees ablaze, swiftly reducing them to ashes and even melting rocks. The esoteric sect grandmaster transmitted his voice from behind: "He is the elder brother of the Sun Worm, one of the Seven Heroes among the Celestial Clan's grandmasters." "The Sun Worm? A mere worm dares call itself a hero?" Qin Ming scoffed. The gold-robed man sneered. "You dare defile the glorious renown of the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes?" Over the past two days, though he had heard of One Sword's reputation and harbored some wariness, it was hardly enough to instill dread upon sight. After all, the two had never crossed paths before. When rivals met on a narrow path, how could one know who was weaker and who was stronger without a bloody battle? In truth, Qin Ming did not underestimate them. Whether Moon Worms or Sun Worms, they were renowned insects of the world. Mutated individuals among them possessed frighteningly high ceilings capable of producing peerless experts. "Hmm?" Qin Ming sensed something. Bloodlight was interwoven in the gold-robed man's eyes, and things seemed slightly off, somewhat resembling the blood baleful aura of the parasitic civilization. Could this be another crimson monster endowed with the power of rule fragments? Qin Ming's heart sank. Creatures of that level were extraordinarily difficult to deal with. "It isn't," the Yellow Silk Canopy conveyed. It had fought to the bitter end against the crimson monster for a long time and knew its traits well. Furthermore, another grandmaster beside the gold-robed man also had bloodlight swirling deep within his eyes. Qin Ming made his move, pouncing forward in an instant. Still going all out, he unleashed his trump card from the very start. Like an immortal descending from beyond the heavens, his nine-colored sword baleful aura surged violently. His primary target was not the gold-robed man, but the grandmaster beside him whose eyes held that bloodlight. He wanted to take one down quickly to probe the truth. Boom! The gold-robed man could not simply stand by; he moved to intercept with all his might. Yet Qin Ming unleashed his full firepower. Multiple spirit fields stacked together, locking down the void, shutting the gold-robed man out while sealing the targeted grandmaster within. Amid ringing metallic clangs, the targeted grandmaster whose eyes held traces of bloodlight had his weapon shattered, and his skullcap was flicked away by Qin Ming's parasol tip, carrying a vast spray of blood. In the span of a breath, his glittering soul light was battered and blown apart three times in succession by Qin Ming, then swept into the parasol's canopy. This scene stunned everyone, friend and foe alike. The fight had barely begun, yet a grandmaster of the Celestial Clan had been slain in a single stroke. This sword cultivator was even stronger and more terrifying than the rumors suggested; when he struck, his sword light poured down like boundless thunder. Even a prime grandmaster couldn't withstand a few of his moves? This truly was an earth-shattering sight. Mainly, Dao Seed No. 3 had served as a cautionary tale: that fellow had acted too aloof and ended up counter-killed by Qin Ming. Looking back on the battle, Qin Ming had taken the lesson to heart, leaving an indelible impression. Hence, Qin Ming approached the clash right from the start with the mentality of a life-and-death struggle. Even the gold-robed man was stunned, involuntarily stepping back. What in the world—One Sword was far more formidable in person than in rumor, sending chills shooting up his spine! The Yellow Silk Canopy secretly informed him, "This is a grandmaster contaminated by the parasitic civilization." This grandmaster had not been parasitized, but his mental state was somewhat abnormal; he might have been briefly manipulated in the past. Qin Ming immediately realized that the battle situation this time might be quite complicated. Had it even drawn in that parasitic civilization? Could it be that after he defeated Dao Seed No. 3 and silently abducted him, certain old monsters of the parasitic civilization in the Great Abyss grew suspicious and dispatched fractions of their power to search? When even the elder brother of the Sun Worm, one of the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes, had been contaminated, one could imagine just how chaotic the Crimson Forest was. "Hiss... The Golden Board hasn't made a sound. Does it want to sit back and watch core saints from the Celestial Clan, the Abyss civilization, and the totem faction get parasitized?" Qin Ming strongly suspected that Old Jin was biding its time, holding back and waiting for the other three factions to learn the truth and erupt in fury, clashing to the death with the parasitic civilization. Yet it was foreseeable that if the parasitic civilization dared to make a move, they surely had backup plans and preparations to ensure they could calmly withdraw in the end. Qin Ming could even imagine that there might be large-scale teleportation arrays within the Great Abyss. Otherwise, facing an encirclement and extermination campaign by the three factions would certainly be more than enough to give them hell. "If the Golden Board secretly lends a hand at the crucial moment to obstruct the parasitic civilization, then that... will be interesting!" Qin Ming looked up. Above the heavy layers of clouds, intimidating fluctuations rose and fell, and immortal light darted across the sky. High-level standoffs were taking place; it was far from peaceful up there. As one of the few who knew the inside details regarding the subterranean Great Abyss, he formed various conjectures. Qin Ming locked his gaze onto the gold-robed man. His spiritual willpower materialized, radiating outward like luminous flames to lock onto the man in advance and prevent him from using a teleportation talisman or similar means to escape. The gold-robed man's face darkened. He felt a chilling killing intent like the arrival of harsh winter, causing even his scorching waves of fire to recede. Every single movement he made stirred the other party's spiritual aura. He had been firmly anchored; his foe intended to fight him to the death and would not allow him to flee. The gold-robed man was decisive enough, preparing himself for a battle to the death. Furthermore, he seized the initiative. In an instant, hundreds, thousands of light beams shot forth like densely packed sword rays, weaving through the void to strike at his opponent. This was an ultimate technique of the Sun Worm clan. Cultivated to the supreme level, it was comparable to a rising sun. At this moment, endless golden glow poured out, capable of cutting down grandmasters. Naturally, Qin Ming also went all out. His spirit fields expanded, dense tangible ripples blocking the boundless Blazing Sun sword qi. Moreover, a tangible nine-colored sword condensed in his hand, abruptly raised and slashed forward. In an instant, an immense rain of light, accompanied by sword baleful aura and radiance like a flying immortal, actually overwhelmed the blazing sun rising before him. Everyone backed away, barely able to keep their eyes open. Both fighters were dazzling beyond compare, meeting tit for tat. Amid resounding clangs, the densely woven golden light beams exploded. The gold-robed man's expression changed. He had used a trump move right from the outset, only for it to be dispersed in an instant. Before the nine-colored sword baleful aura even drew close, his golden robe distorted and clanged metallically; his strongest defense was on the verge of being pierced through. How horrifying was that? Power boiled within the gold-robed man. Golden radiance coated his entire body to the utmost concentration, even his hair turning into flowing golden locks that drifted in the wind, his pupils gleaming with the same hue. In a flash, thirty-six tiers of golden halos expanded outward with him at the center, like layers of small suns detonating and transforming into golden billows crashing forward. At this juncture, the golden glow could melt metals, boil rivers and seas, and incinerate the heavens. Nearby, a low mountain turned fiery red, its peak softening and flowing down like liquid before crashing into the ground with a rumble. The forest turned into a sea of fire, magma rampaging as the region became a vast expanse of blazing crimson, a hellish scene where everything seemed destined to melt. The nine-colored sword baleful aura Qin Ming unleashed broke through all thirty-six tiers of halos, grinding away vast quantities of runes. Yet the gold-robed man seized the opportunity to flap his wings, evading the terrifying strike. Qin Ming uttered a low cry. Treading upon the void, he teleported through space and chased after him. As a Sun Worm possessing racial divine abilities, the gold-robed man caused fire to fill the sky. He vanished several times within the sea of flames, displaying speed that was extraordinarily beyond the norm. At the same time, feeling intense unease and harboring the desire to retreat, he deployed an avatar secret technique to momentarily shake off the aura lock and activated a teleportation talisman. Yet with a sharp snap, the teleportation talisman broke, struck down by a beam of sword light. This was practically a causal strike—having entangled the cause beforehand and thoroughly locked onto the effect, when he sought to flee, it slashed across as if ignoring distance entirely. When the life-saving talisman shattered, blood blossomed from the gold-robed man's body as well. From behind, cries of alarm sounded. Two prime grandmasters felt their spirits tremble. This was the elder brother of the Sun Worm, one of the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes! Though he might not compare to his younger brother, he was still an illustrious genius, yet he was already wounded? The gold-robed man took a deep breath. With his teleportation talisman severed, he no longer thought of fleeing; at this point, if he lacked the courage to fight to the bitter end, no good end awaited him. Clang! Clang! Clang! Brilliant golden glow blossomed, accompanied by the terrifying sound of flapping wings as this exotic insect assumed his true form. He possessed a humanoid body, a ferocious golden insect head, and carapace-like wings vibrating at high frequency. Humming sounds and the grating friction of metallic plates echoed through the night sky. "Sun Emerging from the Abyss!" he roared. His entire body seemed to burn as luminous flames blanketed the sky and earth, driving back the night and making the area as bright as day. Even people far away felt the heat to be unbearable. Around him, it was no longer mere golden rays shooting forth, but blazing symbols densely arranged across the void as he took the initiative to charge at his opponent. In an instant, the high skies distorted. Affected by those blazing runes, the vault of heaven seemed to crumble and fracture, as if incinerated by the light of order. This was the innate divine ability of his clan; being able to manifest it to this degree in this realm was already astonishing. Above Qin Ming's head, nine-colored sword baleful aura coalesced. A single sword spanned the void, suspended high in the night before slashing down toward his adversary. Amid ringing metallic cries, divine light splashed across the front, luminous flame runes flying everywhere in a magnificent spectacle, as if a great solar wheel were exploding, contending against the strike unleashed by an exiled immortal. Between heaven and earth, sword qi surged boundlessly while the blazing sun spewed forth luminous flames, crowding the high sky in a sight that appeared profoundly chilling and terrifying. Qin Ming was surprised. This person had actually weathered several of his strikes in a row; though blood splattered, he had not perished and could still bitterly hold on. He realized that the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes were indeed not to be taken lightly. With a metallic clang, the Sun Worm's golden insect wing was punched through by the sword baleful aura, and the radiant divine wing swiftly shattered, disintegrating on the spot. As for those dazzling flame runes, they exploded and extinguished across vast areas. The gold-robed man had been able to block the sword light entirely thanks to the divine runes evolved from his racial bloodline power. The Sun Worm shrieked as multiple bloody holes were gouged into his body by the sword light. He let out a final roar: "Extinction of All Things!" All light vanished. His position became pitch black, like a black hole. This was extraordinarily extreme: a moment earlier, blazing sunlight had shone everywhere and all things had been bathed in morning radiance, yet in the very next instant, the sky became dark as an abyss. An irresistible force tore and distorted, seeking to drag his opponent over and plunge him into the depths of the night sky. This was the Sun Worm's final measure, a life-risking trump card. All his luminous flame runes collapsed inward into his body as he hauled his opponent close, preparing for one final, massive detonation. At the core of his fleshly body, something akin to a golden core or a condensed sun was engraved with the patterns of heaven and earth, growing ever more blazing, though it was concealed by his race's innate ability, shrouded by darkness across his surface. Qin Ming remained fearless. His spirit fields expanded outward, and the nine-colored immortal sword above his head flew out, carrying a sky full of light rain with a crash like thunder, staining half the sky and drowning it in sword light. The nearby grandmasters felt their hairs stand on end and their scalps tingle; they felt they could not possibly block such a sword strike—facing it head-on meant certain death. "Where do you think you're going!" The old grandmaster from the esoteric sect called out to his companions, blocking the two grandmasters from the hostile camp who wanted to retreat. Heaven and earth seemed to shatter, the night sky was torn through, and the thick cloud layer exploded. The Sun Worm was indeed powerful. Erupting abruptly like undulating solar tides, golden billows flooded the once-pitch-black expanse. Amid metallic ringing, he actually withstood multiple attacks from the nine-colored sword baleful aura head-on. Yet pale-gold blood splattered from his body, and his aura was steadily weakening. He could not deflect all those sword rays. His body was being torn apart; he could hardly hold on any longer. With a squelch, golden sword baleful aura drove through his head, pinning him in midair, his consciousness locked there along with it. Drawn forward by that mysterious pulling force, Qin Ming approached his opponent unscathed, the spirit fields expanding outside his body effectively walling off every shock wave. "You..." The Sun Worm was unwilling to accept it. He hadn't managed to draw a single drop of blood from his opponent, yet he himself was on the verge of death. With a flash, Qin Ming channeled sword light to refine and extract super wondrous blood from the creature's body. Then the sword baleful aura returned, pinning its soul light, and cast it into the parasol's canopy. Simultaneously, the nine-colored sword baleful aura flew out once more. Amid wet thuds, it slashed and blew apart the remaining two grandmasters. The Yellow Silk Canopy also flew out, putting a certain creed into practice: a splendid weapon could hunt on its own to sustain itself. It handled the two soul lights all by itself. Afterward, Qin Ming charged toward another battlefield without pausing for breath, intending to resolve the crisis across this domain. He did not know whether any genuine members of the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes were present here. "We're going over too!" the old grandmaster from the esoteric sect shouted. Yao Ruoxian moved as well, following behind with a group of fourth-realm cultivators. In the distance, the battle raged fiercely. Blood and fire intertwined, bloodstains marking the ground everywhere. Surging firelight engulfed the entire mountain forest amidst flashing blades and darting swords, while formidable figures roared, sweeping across heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, in this area, even though Yujing's side had been ambushed and subjected to a large-scale invasion, they actually held the upper hand. Both sides had suffered losses; grandmasters had perished, and many had died in battle. Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming, and others were all here. Broken swords were lodged in their bodies and spears were impaled through them; covered in wounds, they were locked in bloody combat with fourth-realm experts. "Grandmasters of our Immortal Path have fallen in battle. We might die here as well!" The two had fought to exhaustion. Though Yujing held a slight advantage from the fourth to the fifth realm, it was by no means overwhelming. In the distance, two grandmasters from opposing sides detonated simultaneously in the night sky, perishing together. Moments later, a thunderous shout reverberated across the firmament: "Sever!" Qin Ming arrived with killing intent. With a single sword strike, he blew apart a considerably powerful grandmaster. The opponent hailed from the Abyss civilization; his physical form exploded, and his soul light was already blanketed by the Yellow Silk Canopy. "One Sword is here, there's no need to worry!" someone yelled. Just then, another arc of sword light sliced through the horizon, and a grandmaster from the totem faction was cleaved in two. Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming, and the others jerked their heads up, their faces filled with excitement. Reinforcements had finally arrived. Even the grandmasters still engaged in battle felt their hearts palpitate in immense shock. A grandmaster of the Celestial Clan fumed resentfully: "Your Yujing faction is utterly shameless! You deployed a great grandmaster earlier to scare off Butterfly Daoist, or else you would have been wiped out long ago!" Initially, the situation here had been critical. Butterfly Daoist, one of the Celestial Clan's Seven Heroes, had taken the field in person, accompanied by the totem faction's five-colored strange beast; upon arriving, their ferocious might had blotted out the sky. They had slain two grandmasters on the spot, cowing the entire region. Back then, Pei Shuyan and the others had fallen into despair. Who could have guessed that the Golden Board was watching this area and directly projected a great grandmaster over? Seeing that, Butterfly Daoist and the five-colored strange beast turned and fled without even attempting to fight. Only because of this did the situation stabilize and begin to turn around. Qin Ming raised his sword, giving his all as though dueling a Dao seed of the parasitic civilization, moving in for the kill against a third grandmaster from the hostile camp. Seeing this, that grandmaster turned and fled, not daring to face the brunt of his blade at all. Qin Ming pursued him. Amid blazing sword light, with a resounding boom, he cleaved the man to pieces. From behind, Yao Ruoxian, the old grandmaster from the esoteric sect, and the others came trailing after One Sword. Though they had not yet arrived, they saw the nine-colored sword baleful aura surge into the night sky from afar and split the grandmaster across the firmament, feeling as if the sight were thoroughly surreal. "So strong! One Sword truly is a divine being of heavenly genius!" a grandmaster on the scene marveled. "Is this the One Sword Brother Qin called upon?" While shaken and stunned, Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming, and the others breathed a collective sigh of relief. Their camp should now be completely stabilized; a full-scale counteroffensive was imminent, and it was time to hunt down their adversaries. "Hmph!" Just then, at the far edge of the sky, two figures appeared, charging toward the battlefield. On Yujing's side, many wore grim expressions, and every grandmaster tensed up. It was the vanished Butterfly Daoist and the five-colored strange beast—they had actually reappeared! Immediately, members of the Celestial Clan, Abyss, and totem factions clamored, "Butterfly Daoist, please slay One Sword!" Some also asked, "Where did that great grandmaster go?" Butterfly Daoist answered, "It's not as though my Celestial Clan lacks great grandmasters. Once the situation here was noticed, someone already went to face him." As he spoke, he plunged into the chaotic fray, intending to slaughter grandmasters along the way. Qin Ming rushed toward that direction at top speed and called out, "Autumn winds sweep fallen leaves, all insects sink into silence—what cricket dares chirp alone?" He was targeting Butterfly Daoist, aiming to draw him over and keep him from dealing lethal blows to the other grandmasters.