Chapter 472
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Chapter 472: Surrounded and Attacked by the Qiao Family Demons
At this moment, the leader of the Qingxuan Road sect felt only an endless coolness in his heart.
Run? There is no way to escape; even if he could flee, after his level drops, it would still be a dead end.
Fight? That is a choice that leads to a quicker death.
A martial arts power of the Qiao family that has been built up over ten thousand years seems extremely tricky to them, not to mention that there are five of them before him.
This is a fight with little hope; even as the Soul Changing Taoist Lord and Immortal Sect Leader, he feels uncertain.
"Disciples of Qingxuan Road, attack together! We have no way to retreat; let’s surround and defeat the Qiao family demons!"
The leader of the Qingxuan Road sect shouted in anger.
His dharma body has disappeared, but his true self and spirit remain.
At this moment, both bodies are forming spells, and a pale purple Samadhi True Fire rushes out like a flood, as if it wants to burn the sky completely.
The leader of the Qingxuan Road sect said the same thing.
But this time, the cultivators following the leader of the Qingxuan Road sect are very few.
Not to mention the common disciples.
Even among the Nascent Soul Elders of Qingxuan Road, many showed clear signs of hesitation.
Some even used their escape techniques and quietly vanished.
"Junior brother Xuan Yin, as an elder of our sect, do you really want to betray us in this moment of danger?" the leader of the Qingxuan Road sect asked sharply.
"Brother, don’t say any more. Do you even believe what you are saying?" the Nascent Soul Elder named Xuan Yin communicated with his mind.
"You and I are both people who have seen through the desires after overcoming great challenges on the path of immortality. Do you still want me to stay and face danger together with the sect, dying together at the hands of the Qiao family’s monster?" The fleeing Elder Xuanyin only scoffed.
"We are all clever foxes with a thousand years of experience; do not try to scare us with great principles… We gather as one sect, but that is only to unite in this world where spiritual energy is fading, to combine our wishes and powers to break through, and to walk further on the path of immortality, getting closer to becoming eternal."
"But if we stay here, our path of immortality ends, and everything else is just an illusion."
"Look, the Qingxuan Road has already reached a critical moment. Does the ancestor in the Cave Heaven Small World have any plans?"
The leader of the Qingxuan Road sect was left speechless.
People like them, who are cultivators on the path of immortality, are often quite insightful and able to see through things; they won’t be swayed by sect loyalty or emotions.
Weighing pros and cons is instinctive for every cultivator on the path of immortality, or for every person, but cultivators are more straightforward about it.
If staying here meant they could survive by fighting, they would spend their energy and work with the sect leader to take down the Qiao family’s monster.
But if staying here brought greater risks, they certainly wouldn’t ignore their own lives and safety.
These words left the leader of the Qingxuan Road momentarily speechless, and he coldly said:
"You leave at this crucial moment; don’t you think you are boosting the Qiao family’s spirits and harming the reputation of our Qingxuan Road?"
As Elder Xuanyin sent his thoughts, he did not slow down for a moment. He had already almost disappeared into the depths of the clouds. At this moment, he again sent a message:
"Brother sect leader, you hold a high position as the leader of our sect. With the Qiao family watching you, there is no chance to escape."
"But we may have a chance."
"If I can escape today, I will leave a bit of hope for Qingxuan Road. Even if Qingxuan Road falls, as an elder of the sect, I still have the chance to rebuild it."
"Brother sect leader, I am not escaping just for my own life; I am also trying to preserve the legacy of Qingxuan Road by enduring shame and surviving!"
This message was no longer a private thought exchange with the sect leader but rather a loud broadcast speaking to everyone.
It was like using a loudspeaker to communicate with all.
Suddenly, the disciples on the Qingxuan Road mountain had different expressions, and their hearts were uneasy, with more cultivators breaking through the air and flying away.
"This Xuanyin… Damn it, do they want to muddy the waters and increase even a little chance of escape?"
The leader of the Qingxuan Road sect was not foolish; he quickly saw through Elder Xuanyin’s intentions.
If it were just him, a Nascent Soul cultivator, running away, it would naturally be very hard to escape from the grasp of the Qiao family members.
But if two or three dozen Nascent Soul cultivators, along with countless other cultivators, tried to escape together…
There are no gates on this mountain; even if five Qiao family members appeared, could they really stop all of them?
"Do not give up!"
Qiao Mu’s thunderous voice echoed in the sky, the sound waves stirring in all directions.
Wherever he went, the fleeing cultivators turned pale, momentarily stunned.
Among the twelve sound techniques given to Qiao Mu by the Founding Emperor Yan, "Po Yue Long Yin Gong" and "Tian Ming Shen Gang" are the most powerful.
The former transforms sound waves into shockwave power, capable of tearing mountains apart with just sound, while the latter relies on sound to attack the heart and spirit of an opponent, momentarily slowing a martial artist’s blood flow and causing a cultivator to become confused.
"Don’t give up! You can still fight!" Qiao Mu pulled out the Qiao skin drum from his storage bag and struck the drum hard with his palm.
"The Qingxuan Road Immortal Gate has stood on this earth for countless years, rich in foundations and power, far beyond what any ordinary martial artist can compare!" Qiao Mu shouted as he beat the drum fiercely.
"The Qingxuan Road will surely win! The martial way is merely a side path that cannot last, while the immortal path is the true way of the world!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The inspiring beat of the war drum echoed like thunder in all directions.
In the rhythm of the drum, there seemed to be an almost magical power, spreading an intense and powerful emotion.
It felt like pouring ten bowls of chicken soup into someone’s mouth, a method so rough yet captivating, that the fleeing Qingxuan Road cultivators became energized all at once.
"The Qiao family monster exploded!"
Elder Xuanyin, filled with rage, charged forward and unleashed a powerful lightning strike from his palm.
"Illuminate my Immortal Gate!"
"Strengthen my Qingxuan Road!"
The cultivators of Qingxuan Road were also filled with fury and rushed back to fight.
The leader of the Qingxuan Road sect watched this scene with no comfort in his heart; only when he looked at Qiao Mu did a strange chill flash in his eyes.
Qiao Mu stood his ground, not dodging the attacks from Elder Xuanyin and the others.
"This feeling…" Qiao Mu squinted his eyes, opened his arms, as if embracing the lightning that was gradually blooming before him.
At this moment, the cultivators of Qingxuan Road were filled with rage, lost in a strange, intense determination, casting countless spells recklessly at Qiao Mu.
And he slowly raised his feet, stepping forward with each step.
"It’s still too light."
After a soft sigh.
A rapidly expanding giant hand pierced through the heavy lightning, its iron fist breaking through Elder Xuanyin and also piercing through the leader of Qingxuan Roadsect’s body, which was a hundred meters long.
The deep True strength erupted from the fist, and the raging air currents surged outward violently from the center of the fist, turning into radiating streams of fierce wind.
The already illusory body of the incense god quickly dimmed, passing through by that enormous hand.
Then it slowly transformed into countless particles of light, shattering and dissolving in the setting sun.
Suddenly, everything around fell silent.
The Qingxuan Roadcultivators, who had just been excited by the Qiao skin drum, instantly felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave.
Just moments ago, the dazzling lightning faded quickly as they woke up.
When the light disappeared,
What appeared in their sight was a wall.
A wall of people.
To be precise, it was not just one wall of people, but five walls of people located in the north, south, east, and west.
They were giants as tall as small mountains, their muscles covered in thick armor, and their flowing true strength swept through the surroundings like ocean currents, creating invisible winds that blew away everything nearby.
Five solid and terrifying walls of people came from all directions, surrounding them on this Qingxuan Road mountain.
At that moment, the cultivators’ brief false courage disappeared completely, leaving them with an overwhelming sense of shock.
"Do you know what it feels like when a sword tip brushes against your throat?"
A low voice spoke.
Qiao Mu raised the Qiao family’s spinal sword in his hand.
At the same time he spoke, the bright sword light shone like a silk ribbon and swept across the throats of the cultivators.
This sword light was extremely sharp; under a single strike, whether it was a golden core cultivator or a Nascent Soul Elder, their protective treasures were all shattered, and various colored lights dimmed.
But this sword light was also very precise.
It merely grazed the throats of the cultivators, causing blood to spurt, yet it did not sever a single head.
"Playing cat and mouse?" Elder Xuanyin said, mixed with shame and anger.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu’s giant figure had already taken a step forward, crossing past them.
"A lizard losing its tail, an octopus spraying ink. The creatures of this world often show a strong will to survive at the moment of death."
The giant’s deep and loud voice echoed across the messy fairy mountain:
"I haven’t tasted such flavors for many years."
"So… tell me," Qiao Mu looked directly at the leader of Qingxuan Roadsect, his gaze very sincere:
"What should I do to make you use your best methods, or to have your Supreme Elder take action?"
The leader of Qingxuan Roadsect looked at Qiao Mu with a twitch of his face, speechless.
He was truly at a loss for words.
Qingxuan Road certainly had a Supreme Elder and treasures powerful enough to suppress a sect.
However, the Soul Changing Taoist Lord could not refine treasures of the Mahayana Stage, so even though he was the Immortal Sect Leader, he was not the true owner of the sect’s treasures…
Now the ancestors in the Cave Heaven Small World were ready to watch them fend for themselves, so why would they give the sect’s treasures to him?
"Since you won’t speak… then I can only try to kill your sect leader first," Qiao Mu said.
Four walls of people, a hundred meters high, began to charge forward in all directions.
The ground trembled and cracked beneath their feet, with huge fissures appearing as they moved, and dust swirled around them.
"You won’t get away with this——-" the sect leader of Qingxuan Road said, his eyes wide with rage. A yellow talisman in his hand floated up, igniting into ashes in the wind, and a fierce wind immediately swept through the area.
Although the Supreme Elder was reluctant to fight, as the sect leader, he still held talismans above Soul Changing level, capable of harnessing immense power from heaven and earth, easily capable of causing great upheaval.
At this moment, the strong wind rapidly expanded at an astonishing speed, connecting the ground and the sky, rumbling with thunder and flashing with lightning.
In an instant, this raging whirlwind had engulfed most of the Qingxuan Road sect, threatening to consume everything.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu looked down as an immense wave of True strength, gathered over ten thousand years, poured out from his palm, transforming into a massive golden hand like a mountain.
Behind him, four more giant golden hands began to glow.
"Buddha’s Palm."
"Buddha’s Palm, Buddha’s Palm, Buddha’s Palm…"
In an instant.
The tsunami-like True strength exploded, overwhelming everything.
After a long time, when the swirling True strength and the raging hurricane had both disappeared.
Qiao Mu, who had returned to the height of an ordinary person, stood beside the headless giant hill, with the flattened body of the headless leader of Qingxuan Roadsect beneath his feet.
The head of the Qingxuan Roadsect leader was held in his hand, lifted casually.
He stood there quietly, holding the head, waiting patiently.
Behind him, the towering wall of people continued to kill, their iron fists swinging like the wind, smashing down beams of colorful light.
Qiao Mu waited quietly until night fell, and the ruined Qingxuan Road Immortal Gate became still once more.
By now, there were no living souls around, only him and the corpses standing lonely among the ruins.
"So, among the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates, there truly is no astonishing Supreme Elder; they are all fake, nothing but lies."
Qiao Mu held the head of the Qingxuan Taoist Lord, his gaze dimming slightly, revealing a touch of loneliness and desolation.
"In this world, is there anyone left who can kill me?"
He let his hands drop, casually throwing down the head of the Qingxuan Road sect leader, then stomped on it until it was crushed.
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"Qingxuan Road is gone as well…"
"How can this be… that Qingxuan Road was a sect on par with my Great Dao Sect…"
In the Great Dao Sect’s discussion hall in Zhong Province, the elders were deep in discussion, all showing troubled faces and chatting amongst themselves.
"Why not ask the other Immortal Gates for their opinions? Should we contact the Tongtian Sword Sect and Liangyi Sect?"
"That’s true. The leader of Liangyi Sect has also fallen to a member of the Qiao family, sharing our grief and facing a similar situation…"
They naturally had direct means to communicate with the higher-ranking elders of the other Immortal Gates, but usually, the sects were tense with each other, like rival countries that rarely interacted.
But now, they had no choice but to reach out.
Therefore, after Qingxuan Road encountered this dramatic change, the news quickly spread among the few surviving Immortal Gates.
However, after some exchanges, everyone found themselves at a loss.
The Soul Changing Taoist Lord of Great Dao Sect had died, and the remaining Grand Elder, although at the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation, struggled to stabilize the situation, creating a sense of leaderlessness.
"Qingzhuo, what do you think?" The Grand Elder suddenly asked Qingzhuo, looking at him.
"Now the Qiao family members are destroying the temples all over Jiu Province and attacking the Immortal Gate. They are first destroying the roots and then cutting the branches. We have nowhere left to retreat."
"Me?" Elder Qingzhuo looked surprised, noticing the many Nascent Soul Elders around him looking his way.
His cultivation was only at the primordial stage of Nascent Soul, placing him at the bottom among the Great Dao Sect elders… but considering that even the sect leader had been killed, the gap between the primordial stage of Nascent Soul and the peak of Nascent Soul was not very large anymore.
As a result, the elders repeatedly turned to him, a seasoned elder who had escaped from the Qiao family’s hands multiple times, for advice.
"In my opinion…" Elder Qingzhuo pondered.
"Just bear with him, let him be, avoid him, endure him, respect him, don’t pay attention to him, and wait for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years. Just watch him."
