Chapter 1505 - 812: Great Yin Immortal Palace (4-in-1 Bonus Chapter)_3

Meanwhile, the head of King Yan, spewing countless ghostly hands, descended upon them. The pitch-black hands emitted a piercing screech, reaching for Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin, exuding an overwhelming aura of malice.

Chen Yi's right hand, holding the saber's light, remained motionless, while his left hand suddenly swung, gently pushing Yin Weiyin to a relatively safer position to the side and rear. At the same time, he abruptly pointed his sword upwards: "Disperse!"

With a single word, he suddenly invoked the Sword Intent that permeated the surrounding world.

In an instant, centered on Chen Yi and within a hundred zhang radius, countless dense strands of Sword Qi erupted in the Dream Sea's void, seemingly omnipresent, penetrating everywhere like a sword Qi storm formed in an instant, madly shredding the ghostly hands reaching out.

The collision between ghostly hands and Sword Qi caused the dense black aura of death to be continuously sliced and evaporated. The wailing phantoms were annihilated in the Sword Qi, like bubbles bursting. The ghostly fire in King Yan's head's eye sockets flickered, silently roaring in rage, spewing more death aura, yet momentarily held back by the sudden surging Heaven and Earth Sword Qi, unable to immediately overwhelm them.

"Senior brother, let's take him down together!" Dragon Dao Adept, seeing Zhan Yuezi's attack fail to see any success and sensing the other's imposing Sword Intent, didn't hesitate any longer. With a fierce shout, he launched an attack.

He didn't use any Magic Treasures or ranged spells but instead stepped onto the void. The hazy halo under his feet suddenly expanded, and from his footing, several twisted, dark brown peach wood branches sprang up from nowhere. These peach branches appeared quite similar to those permeating Dragon's head and tail, only much smaller and lacking that ancient aura, seeming more restless. The branches gathered, gradually morphing, with the tips glistening like serpents ready to devour.

"Suppress!"

Dragon Dao Adept formed a spell with his hand, pointing remotely at Chen Yi.

Those several peach branches shot out like living entities, drawing eerie arcs, and in an instant melded into the surrounding Dream Sea. In the next moment, they emerged from multiple tricky angles around Chen Yi, like beside him, above him, and beneath his feet. The runes on the branches lit up, as though intending to pin and lock him along with the surrounding space.

Chen Yi swept away Zhan Yuezi's succeeding blade light chop with his sword. His peripheral vision caught sight of the approaching peach branches, his thoughts racing... These senior brothers come from the same sect, and their master might very well be the one who orchestrated the grand scheme of using peach branches to lock and twist the Dragon Veins.

This Western Jin's Astronomical Bureau and Emperor Jianji, using such sinister methods to lock the Dragon Veins, their schemes couldn't be said to be shallow.

Quickly pondering, his actions weren't slow at all. Chen Yi's figure swayed in a small space, performing the Peak Stepping Cloud, simultaneously spreading his sword light like a master butchering an ox, breaking through the assaulting peach branches. As the branches collided with the Sword Qi, both instantly turned into powder.

From this, Chen Yi had a rough assessment of the two's strengths.

Zhan Yuezi, seeing the head of King Yan temporarily held back by Heaven and Earth's Sword Qi, shouted angrily, decisively abandoned the saber light chops, rapidly expanded one hand by three times, grabbing the head of King Yan, using it as an exotic weapon, charged headlong, confronting Chen Yi's sword edge with it.

Simultaneously, in his other hand, he pinched a Lotus Fist Seal, Sanskrit flowing over the fist's edge, striking towards Chen Yi from the side.

"If we could even handle the Broken Swordman, what of you!"

Chen Yi furrowed his brows slightly, surprised.

No time for further thought, the fist edge already reached him.

Clang! Clang! Bang!

The sound of collisions rang intensely. Chen Yi, with one sword against two, occasionally transformed Hou Kang Sword's shadow into a dense sword net, blocking Zhan Yuezi's torrential offensive; at times, his sword light surged violently, like a startling swan breaking through the air, directly targeting Dragon Dao Adept's controlling peach branch body, forcing him to guard; other times, he invoked remnants of surrounding Heaven and Earth's Sword Qi, clearing the lingering aftermath stretching around.

After being pushed away by Chen Yi, Yin Weiyin quickly stabilized her stance, retreating to a farther position.

With a solemn expression, her horsetail whisk rotated with shining light in her hand, ready to assist at any moment. But the level of battle before her was too high, the speed too swift, making it challenging for her to intervene.

She observed Chen Yi's small figure, flitting like a startled swan amidst the assault of two powerful Primordial Spirits. His Swordsmanship was mysterious and unfathomable, holding his ground despite being one against two. However, the two senior brothers coordinated seamlessly—one attacking, one locking, plus this Dream Sea environment seemed to slightly favor them. If this stalemate continued, it could spell trouble.

The Dream Sea of the Imperial Palace became a chaotic mess, with Sword Qi, saber light, death aura, and peach branch phantoms interweaving and clashing, rendering the already bizarre background even more fragmented.

The more Dragon Dao Adept fought, the more shocked he became. His Peach Wood Locking Spirit technique was passed down directly from his master, specifically countering various Spiritual Bodies, Primordial Spirits, and even Earth Vein disturbances. Enhanced by the Array here, its might increased. Ordinary cultivators caught even slightly would have their Primordial Spirits sluggish and hard to move.

Yet, this child before him, with Sword Intent so pure and concentrated, was simply astonishing. Even if some ancestor rejuvenated to start anew on a perilous path of Taoist and Martial Dual Cultivation, it wouldn't reach such Sword Intent. Moreover, observing his methods, mostly using the sword, rarely using Taoist Skills... could he be a Martial Artist?

Zhan Yuezi roared repeatedly in anger. By nature violent, accustomed to overpowering others with force, yet today, facing this child, whose Sword Intent World seemed as steadfast as a fortress, impervious to a hundred techniques, each physical clash left him mentally rattled through countershock.

"This person mustn't remain!" With a fierce glint in his eyes, Zhan Yuezi exchanged a glance with Dragon Dao Adept, seeing the decision in each other's eyes.

Dragon Dao Adept didn't hesitate at all, his figure suddenly retreated rapidly, as if pulled by invisible threads, retreating to the brow of the nearest Dragon's head in the blink of an eye.