"He, wants to kill me..."

    Miao Feiyu ejected a sentence, and then passed out. His curse is strong, but it's only fourth-grade. To kill a second-grade strongman is already an outstanding talent, so it's also paid.

    Otherwise, if there were no cost for it, one could freely slay second-grade strongmen, and perhaps there would be no one left to challenge in all the world.

    Miao Feiyu, before he fainted, only said a simple sentence, but it made Li Wang and others unable to sit still. Their mission was to protect Miao Feiyu, and if they abandoned him at this moment, he would certainly die.

    "Ancestor, this..."

    Hua'an leaned forward, wanting to speak but then stopping short.

    Li Wang slightly thought for a moment, helplessly saying: "Our ancestor has instructed us before to protect him carefully. If we mess this up, the consequences would be unimaginable... Alright, let's set up formation and intercept that sword energy."

    Having said this, they saw the elders have no choice but to harden their heart and take action.

    The elders arranged themselves in a formation, standing in carefully chosen positions. They mobilized their spiritual energy, working together seamlessly. All their spiritual power was channeled into a massive punch mark, which suddenly flew out towards the distant horizon. As the sword energy approached, the punch mark was unleashed with great force.

    As the punch mark and sword energy collided, the sword energy remained unmoved, while the punch mark shattered instantly.

    "Phut"

    The elders spat out a mouthful of old blood the next moment.

    "Impossible, it's too strong, there's no way to stop it."

    The elders of Mount Relying on all were only at the fourth-grade level. Although the formation could boost their strength to a higher level, it was still insufficient to counteract the sword energy of the half-step first-grade practitioner. It was like an insect trying to shake a giant tree; they were far out of their league. They were lucky if they managed to hold it off for even a moment.

    Li Wang stood in front of the elders, his expression serious as he looked at the unmovable sword energy and took a deep breath.

    "Master, are you going to take action?"

    "But Master has only reached the fourth grade in his life, and even if he acts, it won't make much difference."

    "Don't underestimate the Master. Although he is only a fourth-grade warrior, he is extraordinary in other aspects."

    ...

    Because of the restriction of spiritual veins, Li Wang had reached the fourth grade in martial arts, even with all his efforts in life. This had been known to him three hundred years ago, and Chen Mo had also shown him the way.

    Since their parting three hundred years ago, Li Wang had never forgotten Chen Mo's words, and thus embarked on the path of dual cultivation.

    Li Wang stared at the increasingly approaching sword energy and slowly exhaled a puff of white mist. His spiritual power burst out all at once, revealing his full fourth-grade strength.

    Then, his entire meridian system appeared faintly, followed by a glow of blue light, clearly visible to everyone.

    "This, this..."

    Everyone was astonished at the current situation of Li Wang, staring wide-eyed and holding their breath.

    "This is... formation patterns, this is formation patterns."

    "The Master assists in martial arts and array techniques as his main field of study... I've heard rumors that the Master has inscribed array patterns on his meridian system. I thought this was just a legend, but it turns out to be true."

    "The meridians are so tiny and fragile, yet the Master was able to inscribe patterns onto them. That is terrifying."

    ...

    Li Wang took a deep breath, his strength in both array and martial arts was far stronger than his peers at the same level. Moreover, his array technique path was not a lawyer route, but a dominant warrior one, which complemented his martial arts path perfectly.

    With his legs in a horse stance and his hands tightly clenched into fists, he struck out with a punch towards the incoming sword energy.

    "Daoshan Fist"

    Li Wang's fists were deeply influenced by Fu Po, the true master of Daoshan. He transformed the simple essence of Dao into seven punches, one after another, hitting out with a powerful punch. The wind from his fists swept through the air.

    Li Wang's strength was far inferior to Fu Po's. Even with the array techniques, his power was barely at the third grade level, and his Daoshan Fist could only produce up to six punches.

    As the sixth punch landed, a massive punch mark appeared suddenly in the space, as if it were about to collide with that sword energy.

    "Ten zhang"

    "Five zhang"

    "One zhang"

    As the punch mark collided with the sword energy, it managed to hold it off. Upon seeing this, everyone was overjoyed: "It's blocked, it's blocked!"

    "Master, your might is awe-inspiring! Master, your might is awe-inspiring!"

    ...

    The elders were overjoyed and shouted loudly, but unlike them, Li Wang said with a heavy heart: "I can't hold it off. This is the best I can do…"

    Upon saying this, Li Wang spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and then his legs gave out, causing him to collapse to the ground. Regrettably, he looked up at the sword energy flying in from the sky and said helplessly, "I... I'm still too weak."

    "Master..."

    The call was the concern of the elders for Li Wang, the regret of being unable to hold off that sword energy, and also a cry in the face of death.

    The elders are not able to face death with equanimity, but now they can only helplessly watch themselves die.

    Just as everyone was in despair, they saw a giant sword flying from the void. Its peculiar shape made people pause to take a closer look. Moreover, as the sword flew in, it miraculously managed to stop the sword energy in the next instant.

    "What is this..."

    The crowd seemed to show a trace of disbelief like survivors of a calamity, and then they saw a man dressed in white, with a gentleman's style, stepping on the void and coming towards them.

    "Tianlong Empress?"

    "Tianneng Mountain"

    After casting that sword energy, Xiao Tianyi looked towards the distance for a while, his mouth involuntarily curved into a smile, "The obstacles have been dealt with. Now it's your turn. Let's start with you."

    As he spoke, Xiao Tianyi held a three-foot-long sword, lightly lifting it and pointing towards Chen Mo in the distance. With a cold smile and a disdainful glance, he looked down upon him.

    Chen Mo removed the worry on his face and then a faint smile appeared on his face. "I'm curious, you discarded Xiao Tianyi just now. So, this time, who should you discard? Is it the Sword God Li Zhengyi or another strong person?"

    Xiaodouding raised his eyebrow slightly and looked back at Chen Mo with an awkward expression on his face, "Brother, he, does he have this many lives left?"

    "Naturally, he is the Wheel of Reincarnation. He has only died twice; there are still seven more lives left."

    "You... you actually know this?"

    Xiao Tianyi's eyes were wide open with disbelief staring at Chen Mo. He couldn't understand how this confidential matter, known by only a few in the universe, who were all his confidants, could be known by Chen Mo.

    Xiao Tianyi's desire for murder deepened a few degrees. A person who knows so many of his secrets cannot survive in the world. If three hundred years ago he was angry for the beauty he loved, and just now it was because of revenge, then now, it was for his thousand-year plan...

    "You must die"

    A glint of murderous intent flashed through Xiao Tianyi's eyes, and then he was about to unleash a full-force slash with his sword.

    Heaven and Earth Sword

    This is Li Zhengyi's ultimate technique. Back then, it was with this sword that he injured the so-called Number One Sage of the Tianshi Pavilion.

    With one slash, heaven and earth weep.

    A single sword, shocking the heavens and earth.

    That very same sword stroke established his reputation as the Sword God a thousand years ago.

    The sword energy shot up into the sky, about to fall and slay Chen Mo, but suddenly, his movements grew increasingly stiff.

    "Tick-tock"

    Blood dripped and dripped down, Xiao Tianyi's eyes were bloodshot, and he glared with hate towards the distance.

    Miao Feiyu, he didn't die...