Chapter 793: Old Grievances Resurface (Part 3)

This sword gathered all of her strength and Secret Techniques; even the surrounding space was completely frozen, making it impossible for Li Ji’an to use the Floating Light Fan to teleport away—there was nowhere to dodge!

Li Ji’an’s eyes narrowed. He could clearly feel the lethal might of this sword; even with his Tier Three Late Period Physique, taking it head‑on would definitely leave him injured.

“Cyan Wood Magic Sword, out!”

With Li Ji’an’s low shout, a completely emerald longsword suddenly flew out from his Qiankun Ring.

The moment the Magic Sword emerged, a clear, ringing sword cry resounded across the entire Icefield. Wood Spiritual Qi from all directions madly converged, forming a verdant sword domain before him.

Within the sword domain, countless green sword shadows spiraled and danced. Each one radiated an incomparably fierce Sword Intent, colliding with the Saintess of Cangyue’s ice‑sealing phenomenon and producing a sizzling sound of mutual dissolution; verdant vitality and absolute freezing formed a stark contrast.

Previously, although he could sense its power, he had never used it in actual combat; this first time truly gave him a tremendous surprise.

“Om—”

The Cyan Wood Magic Sword flickered in midair, and countless green sword shadows surged toward the Saintess of Cangyue like a tidal wave.

The ice‑blue sword aura that had gathered all of her power was shredded to pieces the instant it collided with the sword shadows; the glazed Fire Shield and ice‑blue Shield around her body also shattered and dispersed in an instant under the violent impact of the green sword shadows, as fragile as paper.

“No!” Despair flashed in the Saintess of Cangyue’s eyes. She could clearly feel the terrifying Sword Intent of the Cyan Wood Magic Sword, far beyond what she had ever imagined.

The ice blue longsword in her hand was utterly unable to withstand even a single blow before the Cyan Wood Magic Sword.

With a crisp “crack,” the ice blue longsword broke on the spot, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the Icefield.

The green sword shadows did not lose their momentum and came crashing down heavily upon the Saintess of Cangyue.

Her Magic Robe was instantly torn apart by the Sword Intent, revealing fair skin, while a surge of domineering Sword Intent invaded her body, shattering her meridians and grievously wounding her Dantian.

The Saintess of Cangyue spat out a mouthful of blood, her figure falling from the sky like a kite with its string cut. She slammed heavily onto the Icefield, no longer able to move.

Li Ji’an walked slowly to stand before her, looking down at her from above.

The scene from ten years ago resurfaced once more, only this time, her injuries were far worse.

With a thought from Li Ji’an, nine golden chains flew out from his Qiankun Ring—this was precisely the Nine Dragon Lock that had bound the Saintess of Cangyue back then.

The chains moved as if alive, instantly wrapping around the Saintess of Cangyue’s limbs and neck, pinning her firmly to the Icefield, rendering her unable to move.

The humiliation of being completely naked descended upon her once more. The Saintess of Cangyue’s cheeks flushed scarlet, her eyes brimming with boundless hatred and extreme frustration.

She wanted to roar, to struggle, yet could only let out weak moans. The Magical Power throughout her body had been devastated by the Sword Intent of the Cyan Wood Magic Sword; she couldn’t even move a single finger.

Li Ji’an looked at her despairing appearance, feeling not the slightest trace of pity.

But he did not strike immediately—ten years ago, when he killed her, a mysterious phantom had intervened. This had always left him wary, and as a Saintess of the Cangyuan Holy Land, she had likely left many methods tied to the Holy Land; once she died, there was a high chance some imprint would be triggered.

A plan to kill with a borrowed knife took shape in his heart.

Li Ji’an turned his head toward Murong Yan, who was being forced back step by step by the Puppet army Array, and shouted loudly, “Murong Yan, if you kill her, I’ll spare your life!”

Murong Yan was stunned at first when he heard this, then intense struggle flashed through his eyes.

The Saintess of Cangyue was his fiancée; killing her would be equivalent to making an enemy of the Cangyuan Holy Land. Yet at this moment he could barely protect himself. The attacks of the six Puppets were growing ever more violent; the golden Shield was already riddled with cracks, his body had been sliced by countless blades, and his aura was becoming weaker and weaker.

Most crucially, he had watched the entire Magical Combat between Li Ji’an and the Saintess of Cangyue just now. The terror Li Ji’an inspired had already left a shadow on his heart.

If he didn’t agree, he would definitely die here today.

“Do you keep your word?” Murong Yan asked through gritted teeth, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes. Preserving his own life was the most important thing.

“Naturally,” Li Ji’an replied calmly, while waving his hand toward the Puppet army Array.

The attacks of the six Puppets slowed slightly, leaving Murong Yan a gap to act.

The Saintess of Cangyue’s eyes nearly split; she had already fallen into utter despair.

The hesitation in Murong Yan’s eyes completely vanished. He said helplessly to the Saintess of Cangyue, “I have no choice either!”

Then he suddenly slashed toward the Saintess of Cangyue.

The Saintess of Cangyue was bound tightly by the Nine Dragon Lock, and her Dantian had already been shattered. She could not resist at all, and could only watch as the blade condensed from Magical Power descended upon her.

“Pfft—” With a casual slash, the Saintess of Cangyue’s body went rigid, the hatred in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by infinite despair. Her head tilted weakly to one side, her aura vanishing completely.

After killing the Saintess of Cangyue, there was not the slightest hint of relief on Murong Yan’s face, only deep heaviness.

He turned his head to look at Li Ji’an and said in a deep voice, “I’ve already killed her. You should let me go now, right?”

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Ji’an’s mouth. “Let you go? Do you think that’s possible?”

Murong Yan’s expression changed drastically, a strong sense of unease surging in his heart. “You’re going back on your word?”

“Going back on my word? I never said I’d let you leave here alive.” Li Ji’an spoke blandly, then waved his hand toward the Puppet army Array again. “Kill him!”

The attacks of the six Puppets instantly turned ferocious. Blood‑colored chains crisscrossed, and blade light poured down on Murong Yan like a torrential storm.

Rage and regret filled his face, but there was no longer any path of retreat; he could only use every last ounce of strength to defend.

Facing the ferocious assault of the Puppets, he couldn’t hold out for long at all. The golden Shield shattered in an instant, and countless new wounds, deep enough to expose bone, opened across his body, his aura weakening to the extreme.

“Want to kill me? Not that easy!” A trace of madness flashed in Murong Yan’s eyes as he suddenly crushed a black Talisman. A layer of Black Spiritual Light spread over his entire body, and with a wave of his hand, the Celestial Sealing Order he had laid down earlier instantly dissipated, the black light curtain covering the battlefield fading away along with it.

He knew that only by lifting the Celestial Sealing Order could he have a chance to draw in external reinforcements, or seize an opportunity to break out.

At the very instant the Celestial Sealing Order vanished, a violent Black Spiritual Light shot up into the sky from the distant yellow sands, accompanied by a surge of overwhelming Nascent Soul pressure that instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

A figure appeared at the center of the battlefield as if teleporting there—it was True Monarch Yanze of Hezetan.

He had originally been lying in ambush at the rear, waiting for True Monarch Qingxiao and Li Ji’an to show themselves, but was drawn here by the fierce Magical Combat taking place in this area.

“Hm?” However, when he saw the situation before him clearly, his expression couldn’t help but grow grave.