Chapter 217
Chapter 217
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Translator: Ace
Chapter:
Chapter Title: Sect Extermination
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Sect extermination!
Such a casual phrase, uttered by the youth before them who looked like a scholar out on a spring outing, carried an overwhelming sense of unreality.
The two Sword Sect disciples even suspected they had misheard.
But they had no chance to ask again.
“Swish!”
Sword light flashed from its sheath, neatly circling their necks. Two heads tumbled down, and the stench of blood instantly alerted the Upper Profound Sword Sect.
“Who goes there!?”
“What petty thief dares assault our Sword Sect!?”
Sword lights rose from every corner of Profound Sword Mountain, voices laced with shock and fury. Yet in the next instant, those voices were snuffed out in their throats.
At the mountain’s highest peak, the two Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings—Profound Gold Sword Master and Profound Silver Sword Master—were jolted awake. Their spiritual senses screamed of impending catastrophe for their sect. Profound Gold Sword Master’s face twisted in panic as he strode from his meditation chamber, gaze fixed on the source of the commotion.
The next moment, both wore expressions of utter disbelief.
“What... is that?”
Profound Sword Mountain nestled amid clustered peaks, once ringed by lush flora. Now, all they saw was a seething tide of white, dark and oppressive.
Rumble!
The colossal white wave surged, disgorging figures that pressed forward relentlessly, weapons in hand, numbering in the tens of thousands.
At their forefront stood a man and a woman.
The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, her demeanor icy cold, a grand hall of churning yin baleful energy looming behind her. The man wore a bitter scowl, his feet planted on a Yin-Yang Great Dao Chart.
Both were unmistakably Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings!
Yet these two stood deferentially at the side, escorting a strikingly handsome figure in profound robes, who casually held his dharma sword inverted.
Profound Silver Sword Master’s eyes widened in horror. With his Foundation Establishment insight, he saw the teeming mass below weren’t true cultivators but puppet-like constructs. Even so, it was an undeniably terrifying force.
In truth, just one person—but enough to match the entire Upper Profound Sword Sect!
Profound Silver Sword Master moved to demand answers, but his arm was clamped vise-like by Profound Gold Sword Master.
“Profound Gold...!?”
Profound Silver whirled, stunned. The once-arrogant, self-assured Profound Gold was now ashen-faced, eyes wild with terror.
“It’s him... him!”
“That vicious demon!”
Profound Silver’s complexion shifted too. Profound Gold had fled back from Jiangbei, his tales dominated by this so-called demon.
“Activate the sword array!”
Profound Silver’s roar echoed without delay. Swords hummed in unison across Profound Sword Mountain, array radiance bathing the heavens.
Lu Yang, however, remained utterly composed.
He even chuckled.
“Do you two fellow Daoists truly believe I’m some fool, blind to my limits—arrogant enough to charge your gates in broad daylight on raw power alone?”
“What...”
Profound Silver froze. Before he could process it, agonized screams erupted across Profound Sword Mountain, shrouded in the array!
The mountain-guarding sword array, meant to repel invaders, had turned inward on the sect’s own disciples. Sword lights rained down, sparing only those at Qi Refining Great Perfection. The rest, caught utterly off-guard, were skewered through in an instant!
In a heartbeat, the entire mountain ran red with blood.
“Impossible!” Profound Silver’s eyes bulged. Profound Gold stared blankly.
“How...? Why would the mountain-guarding array betray us?”
“Nothing impossible about it.”
Lu Yang shook his head.
“Your Upper Profound Sword Sect’s array is no secret. Knowing of it, did you think I’d stroll in unprepared?”
He always planned meticulously before acting—only striking the surest pose.
Without absolute certainty, he’d never risk himself.
The day prior, he’d masked his aura with [Star Hidden Glory], then leveraged his sixth-grade array master prowess to covertly alter the sect’s sword array.
“Since I’ve come, rest assured it’s perfectly safe.”
Lu Yang smiled leisurely.
“When I spoke of sect extermination, the deed was already done. My ascent today is merely to tie up loose ends.”
“After all, your sect harbors one particularly troublesome figure.”
Lu Yang’s words hung unfinished.
“Clang!”
A crystalline sword cry pierced from the mountain’s depths—faint at first as a mosquito’s buzz, then thundering across peak and valley.
A Dao-robed middle-aged man of imposing stature materialized in the skies above Profound Sword Mountain. Sword-straight brows knit over a resolute face. With a sweep of his hand, myriad sword lights bloomed, shielding every disciple. Only then did he turn to Lu Yang below.
Their gazes locked.
The next instant, sword light erupted!
“Swish—!”
No words exchanged—a sword beam lanced straight along their line of sight. Simultaneously, divine ability radiance bloomed around Lu Yang.
Yet the middle-aged man’s strike veered wildly off course, missing Lu Yang by hundreds of meters to land in the distant woods. Trees shattered, but the idly standing Lu Yang emerged unscathed.
“...Hm?”
Upper Profound Perfected Being narrowed his eyes at Lu Yang, surprise flickering across his face.
“You evaded my sword intent lock?”
His sword intent severed cause and effect—ordinary defenses couldn’t dodge it.
Even peers in cultivation could only brace for the brunt. For Lu Yang to sidestep proved his divine ability extraordinary.
“Sword intent... impressive indeed.”
Lu Yang sighed admiringly.
“I’ve heard you inherited Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s legacy. Surely you possess a secret sword art or two from them?”
“And if I do?”
Upper Profound Perfected Being remained poised, his gaze seeming to dissect Lu Yang.
“Your divine ability is potent, yet it clashes faintly with your innate essence.”
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s externally bestowed.”
“Your cultivation hasn’t reached mid-stage perfection—it’s propped up like the Dao Court’s [Official Positions], shaky foundations. Paper tiger at best.”
As he spoke, Upper Profound Perfected Being’s sword intent flared.
The familiar needle-prick agony narrowed Lu Yang’s eyes.
“I’ve met another formidable sword cultivator. You’re on par with him.”
Lu Yang referred, of course, to Ye Xingfeng.
To date, the sole mid-stage cultivator he’d seen defy a mid-stage perfection foe—bridging a gap of one versus two innate divine abilities. Ye Xingfeng’s prowess was unmatched.
Upper Profound Perfected Being lagged in treasures, Dao foundation, and divine abilities... but he was mid-stage perfection.
That slim edge in realm erased all deficits.
‘Truth be told, dueling him head-on now would be a coin toss at best. I couldn’t stop him fleeing or signaling for aid.’
Fortunately, he’d come prepared.
With that thought, Lu Yang pinched a seal. At the same instant, Upper Profound Perfected Being fused with sword light, cleaving a strike at Lu Yang’s crown.
“Boom!”
A thunderous clash. [All-Repelling Peril-Quelling Profound Cloak] activated once more—Lu Yang unharmed, his incantation uninterrupted, fingertips aglow with radiance.
The glow began as a spark but swiftly blazed into a conflagration, merging into the Profound Sword Mountain array now under Lu Yang’s command. In moments, it enveloped the sacred peak, ensnaring Upper Profound Perfected Being, the two sword masters, and every disciple within.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Upper Profound Perfected Being unleashed three more strikes mid-process, each rebuffed by the cloak’s profundity.
“I see... not raw power, but a quota.”
Centuries of cultivation honed his instincts; three exchanges revealed the treasure’s nature. He shifted tactics.
The next moment, ten thousand sword lights poured forth!
Weaker individually, but in concert, enough to overwhelm the [All-Repelling Peril-Quelling Profound Cloak] and rend Lu Yang’s dharma body!
But then Lu Yang acted.
“Perfected Being Yin Shan assaults Shearing Dragon Pass. Use blood-filth qi to blunt their array—give me room to shift the void...”
His words trailed as divine abilities ignited!
[Determine Kinship and Distance]! [Edict for Mountains and Moving Mountains Orthodox Art]!
“I invite you all... to Jiangbei!”
Lu Yang’s laugh rang out. The radiance from his fingertip exploded, flooding every vision and swallowing all present.
When it cleared, Upper Profound Perfected Being stood frozen.
The surroundings had changed.
Profound Sword Mountain remained, but no longer amid dense woods—instead, a vast plain, where towering auras pierced the sky.
Leading them: a black-robed figure, visage shrouded in阴翳 gloom.
Perfected Being Yin Shan!
Han Xiang and Yu Chan flanked him, alongside a host of Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings summoned by Primal Saint Sect—over ten strong!
Shock etched their faces as they stared at the poised Lu Yang. Han Xiang and Yu Chan now understood his absence at Shearing Dragon Pass. They’d assumed a mere raid on Upper Profound Sword Sect.
Who could’ve imagined he’d relocated the entire mountain!
“Fellow Daoists, why the hesitation?”
Lu Yang’s voice drifted eerily.
“We heretics and fiends—do we play fair with righteous sword cultivators? Charge with me!”
Pile on!
“Wait, there’s a misunderstanding—”
Upper Profound Perfected Being’s plea drowned before it finished, buried under treasures, divine abilities, and radiant blasts from over ten Foundation Establishment experts!
Forget fair duels—this was Primal Saint Sect’s creed.
Mid-stage perfection? Can’t overpower with realm? Overwhelm with numbers! Absent a qualitative chasm, sheer volume would crush him!
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