Chapter 369
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Chapter 369: The Secret of Shui Qingxuan
Sage Huo Yun noticed the reactions of the three, and a fleeting smirk of mockery flickered across his lips.
He raised his flaming hand and struck down violently.
A fiery dragon erupted from his palm, roaring forward with wild fury.
The three realized this strike, though weaker than the Void’s Ten Thousand Forms Palm, held destructive power they couldn’t withstand in their weakened state. Panic and despair flooded their hearts.
Suddenly, a radiant sword arc descended from the sky, intercepting the Shattering Spirit Palm.
The sword’s light gleamed pure white, vast and majestic.
Fire and blade collided. The sword arc shattered, but the flames weakened, splitting into three palm strikes that slammed into Elder Gong and the others’ chests.
*Thud!*
Blood sprayed from their mouths as they hurtled back dozens of zhang. Yet, though their breaths grew faint, they clung to life.
“Sage Huo Yun, they live. Honor your promise,” Yan Changchun’s icy voice echoed as he descended, sword sheathed on his back.
Sage Huo Yun frowned. He’d forgotten Yan Changchun, who’d briefly received Bi Hao’s Golden Core power. Though the sword strike had failed, it drained enough force to spare Jiang Chong and the others.
“I overlooked you,” Sage Huo Yun sneered.
“You’ve slaughtered our sect. Did you think we’d let you walk away?” Yan Changchun stood firm, resolve blazing in his eyes.
“You think a wisp of Golden Core power and a shred of heavenly law can stop me?” Sage Huo Yun chuckled.
“The Heavenly Sword Sect is ruined. As its leader, I’ll fight to the end. Even a grain of sand dares to defy the moon,” Yan Changchun replied calmly.
“Stubborn, but promising. Capture the two with Demon Race Bloodline and join Xuan Yuan Sect as an inner disciple. Better than ruling these ashes,” Sage Huo Yun offered.
“Your lies hold no weight. Silence your empty words,” Yan Changchun snapped, unmoved.
Elder Seven leaped to his side. “Changchun speaks truth! Your deceit won’t sway us!”
“Count me in,” Murong Wuqing stated flatly, appearing beside them.
Su Hao landed nearby, laughter sharp. “This began with my family. I’ll see it ended.”
The four stood united—Heavenly Sword Sect’s last defenders. Yet against Sage Huo Yun, who’d weathered the Seventh Level heavenly tribulation, their hopes seemed dim.
“Four ants won’t stop me,” Sage Huo Yun scoffed, hands clasped behind his back.
“A century of cultivation means nothing before death. Your words are wind,” Yan Changchun retorted, steely-eyed.
“What if I join them?”
All turned as Shui Qingxuan stepped forward, serene yet unyielding.
“Xuan’er! You’ve no cultivation!” Su Hao cried.
“Madam Su, stay back!” Yan Changchun urged.
Murong Wuqing studied her. “She’s no ordinary woman.”
Sage Huo Yun’s eyes narrowed. “A Spirit Demon Race holy woman hiding her Great Demon Divine Art. Unsealing your power invites your clan’s wrath—and death for wedding a mortal.”
Shui Qingxuan smiled. A blue orchid bloomed faintly on her brow as aura erupted—Golden Core late-stage, matching Sage Huo Yun’s.
“You’ve doomed yourself,” Sage Huo Yun warned.
“My daughter is worth every consequence.” Shui Qingxuan ascended an invisible stairway, white robes billowing like a goddess. “You’ll not touch her.”
