Chapter 788 - 760: The Power of the Sword Immortal!

"Just the Sword Momentum leaking out already has such a terrifying sense of oppression... just what realm is the person inside this cave mansion?"

Qin Yuanfei was shocked to the core, his face turning incomparably grave, no longer the slightest trace of his former calm and ease.

"But thinking about it, I’m afraid I can’t escape today anyway, so I might as well drag this brat down with me!"

With that thought, Qin Yuanfei suddenly gritted his teeth, immediately exerting his full strength to resist the Sword Momentum pressing down on him, straining with all his might to stab the golden needle in his hand toward Sun Zhe’s temple.

"Little thief, die!"

"Scram."

A cold shout suddenly exploded in the void.

Qin Yuanfei instantly felt excruciating pain all over his body, the five fingers of the hand holding the needle being sliced off by Sword Qi in an instant.

The next moment, a waft of fragrance rushed into his nose.

A tall, graceful figure appeared before him as if teleporting, long hair flying, white dress fluttering, like an immortal maiden walking out from a painting.

Looking at the peerlessly elegant immortal fairy before him, Qin Yuanfei seemed to forget the pain in his hand, and couldn’t help but stare in a daze.

"Bang!"

But just as he was dazed, a Spiritual Power palm imprint suddenly struck his chest.

That terrifying Palm Force seemed endless, sending his aged body flying straight back like an arrow loosed from the string, piercing through dozens of towering ancient trees like a needle before crashing heavily to the ground.

At this moment.

Sun Zhe’s consciousness was on the verge of collapse, his sea of consciousness about to completely shatter. Just as despair rose in his heart, he suddenly felt his entire body lighten; the golden needles piercing his glabella and crown were pulled out by a gentle force, and his sea of consciousness, which was about to crumble, instantly stabilized.

He weakly opened his eyes and looked up; fluttering skirts entered his vision, but he couldn’t see that imagined peerlessly beautiful face, only two towering peaks.

"Qingyan..."

Mu Qingyan reached out to support him and softly reminded, "The sachet."

At her words, Sun Zhe suddenly remembered the fragrance sachet Mu Qingyan had given him before, and immediately took it out from his Ring Space.

As the strange medicinal fragrance entered his nose, Sun Zhe instantly felt carefree and at ease; his sea of consciousness, which had been on the brink of collapse, began to recover at once, making him feel refreshed and clear-headed.

"Qingyan, you succeeded?"

Mu Qingyan gave a light nod without speaking, then suddenly grabbed his arm. Her body seemed to break free from gravity, taking him as they slowly rose into the air, coming to a halt in the sky a hundred meters high.

Sun Zhe quietly watched her peerless profile, suddenly finding it somewhat unfamiliar.

At this moment, Mu Qingyan as a whole gave off a hazy, dreamlike feeling, as if she didn’t belong to this world at all. From head to toe, even a single strand of hair exuded a sacred and vast aura.

She was like a Female Sword Immortal who had stepped out of a painting; every inch of flesh and blood on her body, even the white dress she wore, seemed to have been meticulously outlined by the brush of the Dao of Heaven itself—so perfect it felt unreal.

At this time.

A few hundred meters away.

Qin Yuanfei, covered in blood and unbearably bedraggled, struggled up from the ground. Looking up at Mu Qingyan hovering high above in the sky, his aged body couldn’t help but tremble, and for a moment he didn’t even have the courage to flee.

He raised his trembling hands in a cupped-fist salute. "May I ask senior’s esteemed surname and given name? This junior, Qin Yuanfei, is of the Qin Family..."

"Zheng—!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, a piercing sword hum suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

With just a single look, Mu Qingyan stirred the Sword Momentum permeating heaven and earth with an invisible flow of qi, condensing it into a giant sword five hundred meters long that tore open the sky and cleaved straight down toward Qin Yuanfei on the ground.

"This sword will send you to the netherworld."

Before the sword even fell, the seemingly tangible pressure had already locked firmly onto Qin Yuanfei.

"Puh—!"

Qin Yuanfei suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, his knees snapping as he crashed to the ground, the impact shattering a large patch of earth and pulverizing his kneecaps.

"Senior... spare my life!"

"I’m willing to be a slave for all eternity and serve at senior’s beck and call!"

Mu Qingyan’s face remained expressionless. Thinking of what Qin Yuanfei had done to Sun Zhe earlier, her gaze grew resolute and merciless.

In her eyes, Qin Yuanfei was already a dead man!

The sword that tore down from the heavens was like divine judgment, a world-ending punishment cast by a god. As it drew closer and closer to the ground, the earth within several kilometers began to quake and subside, towering mountains repeatedly crumbling and collapsing.

Time seemed to freeze.

Space seemed to solidify.

Under the terrified, soul-shocked gazes of the Qin and Wang families, that giant sword finally descended, and the entire stretch of land shuddered along with it. Enveloped in that sword light, Qin Yuanfei vaporized in an instant, his body and soul completely annihilated.

"Everyone, run!"

Wang Daqing suddenly summoned his courage to shout, then immediately burned his Essence Blood and fled from the center of the blast without caring about anything else.

Seeing this, Wang Yujun didn’t dare hesitate, and at once led the Wang Family disciples in retreat.

"Boom—!"

The giant sword that had struck the ground suddenly exploded, transforming into countless tangible strands of Sword Qi that whirled wildly, in an instant forming a massive hemisphere with a radius of a thousand meters.

High in the sky.

Sun Zhe felt as though the entire world was flooded with white light, causing all his five senses to vanish, and he couldn’t help but grow anxious.

A warm, soft jade-like hand suddenly took his, and a gentle voice sounded by his ear: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

...

After a long time.

Everything finally calmed.

Sun Zhe’s five senses returned. He rubbed his eyes and focused his gaze, and in the next moment couldn’t help but be stunned.

He saw that at the place where the sword light had erupted, all the towering mountains within several kilometers had completely vanished, as if they had evaporated from the human world, leaving behind a giant pit a hundred meters deep.

At the edge of the pit, severed streams and rivers poured down in cascading waterfalls, like curtains drawn over the scene—magnificent and awe-inspiring.

"Is... is this still the power of a human?"

Sun Zhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his neck stiff as he turned to look at Mu Qingyan’s profile.

Previously, he had felt that Qin Yuanfei was already absurdly strong, able to obliterate several peaks with a casual strike.

But now, by comparison, he felt that Qin Yuanfei was nothing but an ant before Mu Qingyan.

And if even an existence like Qin Yuanfei was an ant before this peerless Sword Immortal, then wouldn’t he himself be less than an ant?

At this moment, he couldn’t help recalling how during this period of time this peerless Sword Immortal had been pressed beneath him, moaning softly and tenderly in his embrace, even being ravaged until she cried and begged for mercy. Suddenly, it all felt unreal.

Just what kind of existence had he slept with?

"Qingyan, you actually..."

Mu Qingyan’s face turned a shade unnaturally pale. She didn’t speak, instead taking him down as they slowly descended.

A short while later.

After landing, Sun Zhe sent out his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings, discovering that Wang Yujun and her group were fleeing into the distance.

"There are still fish that slipped the net. Qingyan, I’ll go after them. If we’re cutting grass, we have to pull out the roots; who knows if they’ll come back with more people."

"Don’t go."

Just as he was about to move, Mu Qingyan suddenly grabbed his hand.

"What’s wrong?"

Sun Zhe turned back to look at Mu Qingyan, only then noticing that her complexion was off, and a bad feeling surged up in his heart.

"Puh..."

Mu Qingyan’s delicate body suddenly trembled violently. She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her eyes rolling shut as she collapsed toward the ground.

"Qingyan!"

"Qingyan, what’s wrong?!"

Sun Zhe was shocked, hastily pulling her into his arms and carrying her as he ran toward the cave mansion.

Little Dragon Girl said, "Her Dao Foundation injury hasn’t fully healed. I suppose she forced her way out of seclusion regardless of the consequences because she saw you were in danger."

"..."