Chapter 50
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Chapter 50: The Battle of Immortals
“Flying Sword!”
A brilliant flash lit the sky as a sword hovered mid-air. Its ancient body bore intricate patterns, radiating a golden glow that captivated all who saw it.
“Top-grade spirit tool!”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Faces turned pale, and awe overtook them. Even Zhou Lanting, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, trembled at the sight.
A flying sword—an artifact wielded only by those who had surpassed the Foundation Establishment Stage. Its wielder could decapitate a foe from a thousand miles away, a weapon reserved for the truly powerful.
“He’s alive!”
The sword’s blinding presence had drawn their attention, but none had noticed Yi Qianmo until now.
Standing beneath the hovering blade, Yi Qianmo’s pale complexion betrayed the toll the previous strike had taken on him.
If not for the protection of the Sword Pill within him, he would have perished. Even so, the sword’s aura had inflicted grievous internal injuries, leaving his body trembling as he faced the weapon above.
“What kind of monster is this guy?”
Disbelief etched itself onto the faces of the Xuanyuan Sect cultivators.
Su Muyu, still shaken, stared at Yi Qianmo in shock. When the flying sword descended, she thought all hope was lost.
Yu Youwei, not far away, also looked on, her expression a complicated mix of surprise and confusion.
“Buzz…”
The golden ancient sword hummed ominously, trembling in the air before descending once more toward Yi Qianmo.
All eyes fixed on him, eager to see how he would survive another strike.
“Clang!”
The clash of spiritual power was deafening. Sparks flew as two immense forces collided, the impact sending waves of energy that knocked the surrounding crowd off their feet.
When the dust settled, two flying swords hung suspended in the air.
Alongside the golden ancient sword was now a radiant blue blade, exuding a chilling aura.
The swords faced off like two mighty warriors locked in an eternal duel, their immense power suffocating the onlookers. Yet, they watched, compelled by the intensity of the scene.
Yi Qianmo, though alive, bore fresh wounds, his body barely holding together.
Suddenly, a shadow darted beneath the swords and whisked Yi Qianmo away from the danger zone. The shadow revealed itself to be Zhou Lanting.
“That’s King Yan’s Green Dragon Sword!”
Murmurs spread through the crowd as someone recognized the blue blade.
Su Muyu’s eyes widened in recognition. Her gaze shifted to the golden ancient sword. “If that’s the Green Dragon Sword, then… could the other be Xuanyuan Sect’s Golden Rainbow Sword?”
Yu Youwei nodded solemnly. “It is. The Golden Rainbow Sword belongs to the Xuanyuan Sect’s sect master.”
The revelation sent waves of astonishment through the Tianyuan Academy crowd.
The Golden Rainbow Sword—symbol of the Xuanyuan Sect’s leader—had appeared. This meant the sect master himself had intervened.
Su Muyu’s mind raced. Could it be that Yu Youwei was truly destined to inherit the sect? The personal involvement of the sect master and the favor she’d received made it seem undeniable.
Yet, the Xuanyuan Sect disciples were equally baffled. The Green Dragon Sword, symbol of King Yan, was wielded to save Yi Qianmo, not Su Muyu.
Realization dawned upon them: Tianyuan Academy was determined to protect Yi Qianmo at all costs.
This understanding ignited a chilling thought among the Xuanyuan Sect disciples.
The tension thickened. Two sides were poised for battle, both unwilling to compromise.
“One must die,” someone muttered.
The hatred between Yu Youwei and Yi Qianmo was too deep to reconcile. Allowing both to live would only prolong the conflict.
If either fell, peace would return, for no faction would risk war over a corpse.
Su Muyu, sensing the gravity of the situation, ordered heightened vigilance.
The duel of swords continued above, their auras locked in a stalemate.
Yu Youwei retreated into the crowd, aware of Zhou Lanting’s piercing gaze on her.
Zhou Lanting finally spoke. “Neither you nor she will die today.”
His voice carried an air of finality as he turned toward Yi Qianmo.
“Where are you going?” Yi Qianmo asked weakly.
Zhou Lanting’s reply was curt. “Away. When immortals fight, mortals like me should stay clear of the aftermath.”
And with that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind stunned silence.
Moments later, a commotion stirred in the distance. Figures rushed toward the scene—reinforcements from Xuanyuan Sect.
Three Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators led the group of fifteen, their presence an intimidating display of power.
Su Muyu’s heart sank, realizing the balance had tipped against them.
But before despair could take hold, another wave of reinforcements appeared—this time from Tianyuan Academy.
Four Foundation Establishment cultivators and nearly twenty Qi Refining Stage members arrived, their numbers bolstering the morale of Su Muyu’s side.
“Your Highness!”
An elderly man stepped forward, his aura deep and commanding. Su Muyu’s tense shoulders relaxed as she bowed respectfully.
“Minister Professor Yu,” she greeted. “You’ve come personally?”
The old man offered a weary smile. “The Emperor commanded it. I could not refuse.”
Minister Professor Yu’s gaze swept the battlefield, lingering on the dueling swords. “Why has His Majesty intervened? Does the Xuanyuan Sect seek harm upon the prince?”
Before Su Muyu could respond, a Xuanyuan Sect disciple interrupted.
“The Xuanyuan Sect has no such intent!” he declared. “It is the prince who has involved Tianyuan Academy in a quarrel over an unaffiliated cultivator, threatening to escalate this into a war!”
Tensions flared anew. The air grew heavy with unspoken threats, the fragile peace teetering on the edge of collapse.