Su Yueli's voice was not loud; it could even be described as cold and clear. However, under the enhancement of her pure physical force field, it sounded as if it had exploded right next to the ears of all one hundred thousand cultivators simultaneously.
She needed no explanation.
This mask was her parents' invitation.
Past grudges and new hatred completely converged today on the peak of Mount Cangyun.
Just as the entire venue fell into a dead silence and Lu Feiyu's Dao Heart was violently tearing itself apart.
“Witch! You still dare to show your face?!”
A roar filled with brutal, murderous intent—one that even shook the void to produce white scars—suddenly exploded from a high platform next to the golden palace.
Boom!
A terrifying spiritual pressure, like an invisible mountain, instantly descended upon the main square, directly crushing many low-level guests and making them spit blood on the spot.
An old man with snow-white hair and beard, wearing a grey-blue Daoist robe, stood up with bloodshot eyes.
He locked his gaze onto Su Yueli, his eyes burning with a desire to tear her to shreds.
This person was none other than the Grand Elder of the Cangyun Sect, Zhao Chengfeng.
And he had another identity—the personal master of Jiang Ran, the genius disciple who had been utterly laid to rest physically by Su Yueli's single punch during the Immortal Sects Tournament in the imperial city years ago!
Jiang Ran had been his true successor, a peerless genius whom Zhao Chengfeng had prepared to succeed him as the Grand Elder.
But a hundred years ago, during that Immortal Sects Tournament, Jiang Ran was killed.
He had searched for the murderer for so many years!
Now that the culprit had climbed the mountain of her own accord, how could he possibly let her off?
“A hundred years... This old man has searched for you for an entire century!”
Zhao Chengfeng's voice was harsh, carrying a deep-seated hatred:
“You killed Ran'er and destroyed the legacy of my lineage! Today, even if a Great Daluo Immortal descends to the mortal realm, this old man will grind your bones to dust, scatter your ashes, and extract your soul to refine it!”
Boom!
Before his voice could fade, the terrifying cultivation pressure belonging solely to the peak Tenth Realm late stage exploded from within Zhao Chengfeng.
The Tenth Realm was already the pinnacle of the pyramid in this world, representing those who possessed heaven-reaching power.
The violent spiritual energy transformed into a grey-blue gale that swept across the main square.
Zhao Chengfeng pointed his right index and middle fingers upward.
Zing—!
A crisp sword chime resounded, so resonant that it even caused the swords of countless surrounding cultivators to buzz in response.
An ancient divine weapon, completely jade-green and emitting a dazzling green light, soared into the sky from behind him before landing squarely in his palm.
It was one of the Cangyun Sect's guardian divine weapons, the Grand Elder's vital divine weapon—the Qingyang Sword!
With the longsword in hand, the sword intent emanating from Zhao Chengfeng instantly reached its absolute peak.
The sharp murderous intent materialized into visible ice crystals, freezing the void and trapping the space within a hundred-foot radius of Su Yueli inside a murderous force field.
“Die!”
Zhao Chengfeng roared, his face extremely contorted.
He did not bother with any probing attacks; his very first move was the ultimate trump card of a Tenth Realm grand cultivator.
Spiritual energy poured into the Qingyang Sword, causing the jade-green blade to instantly erupt with green sword light, expanding rapidly as it met the wind.
In less than a thousandth of a breath, a massive, hundred-foot-long green sword glow—its surface interwoven with violent spatial cracks—carried a void-tearing, destructive power as it slashed straight down toward the black-robed figure on the stone steps!
Even before the sword glow reached her, the incredibly hard white jade floor of the main square was torn open by the sharp sword qi, carving a massive, bottomless trench!
The one hundred thousand cultivators turned pale with horror.
Facing this strike, Su Yueli merely raised her head slightly.
The hundred-foot-long green sword glow crashed down from high above with a void-tearing shriek.
Before the sword qi even landed, its overwhelming sharpness had already sliced off half of the dark iron stone pillars on both sides of the main square.
One hundred thousand cultivators watched as the green stream of light sliced open the void, yet the black-robed figure standing at the center of the storm did not even have the hem of her clothes flutter.
“Courting death.”
On the high platform, Grand Elder Zhao Chengfeng's expression was sinister.
His vital divine weapon, the Qingyang Sword, had been forged by fusing ten-thousand-year earth-core bronze with deep-sea aurora, making it incredibly hard and sharp.
Under this strike, let alone a mundane martial artist with no spiritual energy, even an Eleventh Realm defensive cultivator would never dare to block it with their physical body.
However, at the very last microsecond before the green sword blade could touch the crown of Su Yueli's head.
Su Yueli moved.
She did not retreat, nor did she summon any defensive treasures.
She simply raised her right arm, and her fair, slender hand was not even wrapped in any blood qi or astral qi...
With an almost absurd sense of relaxation, she reached out directly to grab the hundred-foot-long, mountain-cleaving sword glow.
“Has she gone mad?!”
“Catching a Tenth Realm grand cultivator's vital flying sword with her bare palm?”
Countless high-level cultivators in the crowd cried out in shock, and many even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
In their understanding of cultivation, the next moment, this black-robed figure wearing the carved mask would be torn into a mist of blood by the Qingyang sword qi.
However, the expected scene of a collapsing physical body and splashing blood did not occur.
Instead.
An extremely dull sound, like clashing metal, suddenly erupted between heaven and earth.
Clang—!
This deafening boom caused all one hundred and eight spiritual peaks of Mount Cangyun to shake slightly.
The moment the violent green sword glow came into contact with Su Yueli's palm, it was like fragile glass hitting hardened steel. It instantly shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of green light that rained down.
And deep within the dissipating sword light, Su Yueli's jade-white right hand had already firmly gripped the physical blade of the Qingyang Sword.
Catching a blade with bare hands.
“Th-This is impossible!”
Zhao Chengfeng's eyes bulged, the sinister look on his face instantly freezing, replaced by a horror as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
He could clearly feel that his vital flying sword was being clamped down by an unimaginable, terrifying force.
The Qingyang Sword vibrated frantically in Su Yueli's hand, the Qingyang sword qi radiating from the blade turning into dense, half-moon-shaped wind blades in an attempt to slice her hand open.
Yet, those violent sword Qis, which could even slice black marks into space, only produced a series of ear-piercing metal-on-stone scraping sounds upon hitting Su Yueli's soft skin, unable to harm even a sliver of her flesh.
This was no longer a physical body that cultivators could comprehend.
In the face of absolute physical density, a flying sword controlled by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was no different from a fragile piece of withered grass.
“Your sword is too light.”
Beneath the mask, Su Yueli's cold and clear voice drifted out.
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