Chapter 892 - 970: Unrivaled Sword

"Right, Sister Yiren."

Chen Mo hadn’t forgotten about Zuoqiu Yiren. Now that he had solved his own troubles here, he could go help her.

Although his strength wasn’t as great as the Withered Elder’s, he could still distract the Withered Elder by interfering with a bow from the side, creating an opportunity for Zuoqiu Yiren.

Chen Mo’s mind moved, and he withdrew from the Heaven-Melting Tripod, then sealed it with his hands, storing the Heaven-Melting Tripod within his body.

Since the Ice Spirit hadn’t awakened yet, he’d let her sleep in the tripod for now.

If she were to awaken, Chen Mo would sense it immediately.

Chen Mo traced his steps back, rapidly heading towards the previous grand hall.

...

Inside the grand hall.

The battle at this time was intensely fierce.

Earlier, Zuoqiu Yiren had been fighting Ao Huang, depleting herself.

In the end, she even burned her origin to slay the Ancestral Soul summoned by Ao Huang.

This meant she was already in a weakened state.

When fighting the Withered Elder, she also had to worry if Chen Mo had escaped, so she simply wasn’t in the right state of mind.

Not at her peak, nor in the right condition.

Zuoqiu Yiren naturally wasn’t a match for the Withered Elder, falling to a disadvantage.

And the Withered Elder wouldn’t miss this opportunity, immediately using filthy language to insult Zuoqiu Yiren: "You risked your life to let that boy escape, and seeing your demeanor, it wouldn’t be surprising if you had something going on with him. They say Fairy Zuoqiu keeps her distance from men, who’d have thought you’d like this sort of thing—master and disciple. If this gets out, it would definitely cause a sensation in the Primordial Heaven, hahaha..."

As an elder of the Holy Sect, the Withered Elder didn’t pretend like those righteous Dao people, saying whatever he liked without regard for decorum.

"Courting death!"

On Zuoqiu Yiren’s Purple Star Sword, green light surged, sharp and fierce. Her jade-like foot suddenly stomped, and her figure burst forth, appearing in a flash before the Withered Elder, wielding the Purple Star Sword at the Withered Elder’s head.

Seeing Zuoqiu Yiren’s emotional turmoil, the Withered Elder’s lips curled, dodging swiftly while his hands formed seals, unexpectedly summoning an entirely pitch-black coffin lid, which he wielded to clash with Zuoqiu Yiren’s Purple Star Sword.

"This Life and Death Coffin Lid of mine, refined from the souls of a hundred thousand grievous deaths, is also a middle-grade Dao Artifact, no less than your Purple Star Sword," the Withered Elder chuckled, as black light streamed across the coffin lid in his hand.

The Sword Qi carried by the Purple Star Sword was devoured by the black flowing light on the coffin lid.

Both parties recoiled after the clash.

The Withered Elder continued provoking Zuoqiu Yiren with words, laughing, "By now, Chen Mo should have fallen into the hands of the two Saint Children. Now, the two should be stripping the Immortal Body from Chen Mo, oh dear, it’s truly tragic. Once the Three Immortal Body is stripped, even if he survives, he will be a cripple.

Do you think the Daoist Alliance would nurture a cripple?"

The Withered Elder laughed watching Zuoqiu Yiren.

Hearing this, Zuoqiu Yiren’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly, thinking, "You haven’t defeated me yet; I can’t just let myself die like this."

Then, the usually battle-ready Zuoqiu Yiren, surprisingly, intended to retreat in front of the Withered Elder.

It was obvious she feared the scenario the Withered Elder described would happen and wanted to find Chen Mo.

And this played right into the Withered Elder’s strategy.

He aimed for Zuoqiu Yiren to disrupt her own fighting rhythm.

Seizing the opportunity, a cold gleam surged from the Withered Elder’s pitch-black eyes, and he swung the Life and Death Coffin Lid onto Zuoqiu Yiren, sending a tremendously violent surge into her body.

"Ugh!"

Enduring the heavy blow, Zuoqiu Yiren was knocked over onto the grand hall floor, spitting blood and turning pale as paper.

"Haha, you fell for it. It seems you really have something with that boy, getting so worried hearing about his trouble, leaving yourself open for me," the Withered Elder laughed more brilliantly.

Without hesitation, the Withered Elder swung the coffin lid again.

He knew that for a powerhouse at this realm, as long as she’s not utterly defeated, variables could still arise.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression turned icy as the Withered Elder attacked again. She sat cross-legged where she was, her palm rotating, with the Purple Star Sword floating in front of her.

Then, she raised her hand, writing something swiftly in the air, finishing in a mere blink.

Afterward, her face turned pale again, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the invisible runes in front of her, transforming them into blood runes imprinted onto the Purple Star Sword.

Buzz!

The Purple Star Sword vibrated lightly, its Sword Qi filling the grand hall.

Just as the coffin lid came crashing down, when it was about to land on Zuoqiu Yiren’s head, the Purple Star Sword exploded with brilliant purple light, directly repelling the Withered Elder’s strike.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s gaze was as sharp as a sword as she focused on the Purple Star Sword, then sealed with her hands again, sending all her True Qi into the Purple Star Sword. Her jade hand waved, the Purple Star Sword wrapped in the terrifying Sword Intent, tearing through the void, directly targeting the Withered Elder.

"What?"

The Withered Elder’s face changed, the sharp Sword Light rapidly enlarging in his eyes.

He never expected that at this moment, Zuoqiu Yiren could still unleash such a powerful move.

However, what he didn’t know was that if Zuoqiu Yiren missed this one sword, her cultivation would stagnate forever at the Unity Realm.

"Huff!"

The Withered Elder took a deep breath, and a vast amount of True Qi exploded from his body, rushing into the Life and Death Coffin Lid like a tide.

Instantly, the surface of the coffin lid lit up with blood-colored skull-like patterns, emitting extremely sharp cries and powerful oppressive force.

"Suppress!"

The Withered Elder wielded the coffin lid with all his might, striking toward the fierce Sword Light.

"Boom!"

The two clashed ferociously, black light streaming on the Life and Death Coffin Lid, trying to swallow the Sword Light, while deep True Qi eruptions resounded continuously.

"Watch me knock this sword away," the Withered Elder no longer held back, pouring all his True Qi into the Life and Death Coffin Lid.

The number of black light streams on the coffin lid increased.

Just as it was about to suppress the Sword Light.

Buzz!

From the Purple Star Sword, a resonant sword chant erupted. The Withered Elder’s face changed sharply because, at that instant, he felt the boundless Sword Intent burst from the Purple Star Sword.

"Clang clang clang!"

The Life and Death Coffin Lid in his hand trembled violently.

The next moment, his pupils contracted, and the coffin lid in his hand was directly shaken loose, flying away.

"Not good!"

Buzz!

Amid the surging Sword Light, a slice of sword shadow pierced like lightning, aiming directly at the Withered Elder.

Chick!

The Purple Star Sword pierced straight through the Withered Elder’s chest, sending his body hurtling backward, crashing heavily to the ground, scraping a long blood-red mark across the grand hall, as blood spattered from his chest, dyeing his clothes red.