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“Shi!”

Tu Xin’s eyes widened in shock, as if some beast-like trait had been sparked within him by Pei Jinye’s ferocious sword technique.

He let out an earth-shattering roar.

Jabbing the disc straight into his chest, piercing his own heart, blood instantly flooded out, yet his face did not pale but instead flushed with a bright red.

His spiritual power surged from 37 to 68 in a flash!

“Zzzzt!”

The moment he swung the Bloody Disc, countless blood-colored light columns, now dozens of times larger, met the splendid trail of light head-on.

Though the columns of blood were not long, they stopped the meteor-like momentum of the blade’s light.

Pei Jinye’s figure vanished on the spot.

A rumbling “boom.”

The trail of light faded away.

The blood-colored light columns burst forth unstoppable, obliterating everything in their path.

Shortly thereafter.

Pei Jinye’s silhouette suddenly appeared above Tu Xin.

The sky full of blade light twisted the void as if it were raining down, enveloping Tu Xin completely within it.

“Get away!”

Tu Xin bellowed in fury.

The Bloody Disc in his hands spread a protective shroud of bloodlight around him.

The one hundred and twenty-three blades that Pei Jinye slashed down in an instant, were like striking the toughest steel, for a moment they couldn’t breach his defense.

“Devil saint, aid me, you can’t kill me.”

Tu Xin seemed crazed, laughing venomously, resenting Pei Jinye’s talent, resenting his overbearing sword technique.

If he could sacrifice such a person to the Devil Saint, he dared not imagine what kind of sustenance he would receive in return.

“Devil saint, help me… kill him!”

The bloodlight burst forth radiantly.

Pei Jinye, expressionless, slashed even faster with each stroke, countless cold lights shining brilliantly, shrouding Tu Xin.

He activated all the Extraordinary Abilities at his disposal.

Tu Xin must die!

Under the dazzling flash of the blade light, blood flecks in Tu Xin’s eyes had spread throughout his eyeballs as he fiercely lunged at Pei Jinye.

The blade light in Pei Jinye’s hands quickened, and as if touching something, he gradually let out a roar.

Faster! Even faster!

With one step forward, he followed closely the blade light above him, as the Blood Lotus bloomed, his chest seemed to swallow a huge volume of air.

“Roar!”

A thunderbolt seemed to erupt from Pei Jinye’s mouth, splitting the world in front of him in two, carrying the blade light as it harshly fell upon the charging Tu Xin, detonating completely.

“Buzz!”

As Pei Jinye unleashed unprecedentedly terrifying bodily might, he delivered the strongest strike of his life so far, creating a rear windstorm and a terrifying soundwave that surged forth.

“Bang!”

Despite the violent impact, although Pei Jinye’s blade light couldn’t penetrate the bloodlight around Tu Xin, the latter was still fiercely blasted away.

And in the moment his figure was sent flying backward, Pei Jinye immediately followed, holding his sword with both hands, chopping down vigorously.

The currents of air exploded, boiling over!

The seemingly impregnable shroud of bloodlight finally showed slight signs of fracturing.

“Seeking—your—death—”

Tu Xin let out a pained roar, wielding the Bloody Disc and slamming it into Pei Jinye.

“Bang!”

Both figures were sent flying backward.

The dust cleared away.

Both silhouettes were drenched in blood.

Step by step by step…

Slowly, someone approached.

Tu Xin seemed to sense something, his eyes warily fixated on the newcomer.

Under Pei Jinye’s clothes, the bloody holes were rapidly healing; he looked up, taken aback.

The female swordsman clad in hemp clothing walked forward emotionlessly, a sword in hand, unhurried in her steps.

Each step was not fast, very slow… yet each one seemed to press heavily upon their hearts.

“I remember you,” the female swordsman said, looking at Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye’s scalp tingled.

The heritage of the Lord of Lotus Island was given to him by this Sword Immortal Senior.

But he had also been making a name for himself by using this senior’s disciple’s name.

“Whoosh!”

Tu Xin tried to flee in an instant, but the female swordsman made a clear sound as her sword left the scabbard, promptly sending Tu Xin flying.

Dense cracks spread across the bloodlight shrouding his body, leaving it completely shattered.

The female swordsman spoke calmly, “A filthy aura, that is the scent of decay…”

With her next step, she appeared in front of Tu Xin.

The Bloody Disc he held appeared in her hand.

“Give me back the sacred object!” Tu Xin shouted desperately.

The female swordsman carelessly toyed with it.

With a “crack,” she crushed it.

Seeming to remember something, she suddenly looked at Pei Jinye, “Wait, how do you know the swordsmanship from my lineage?”

Immediately, Pei Jinye knelt down on one knee, “Master, please accept your disciple’s bow.”

…

At this moment.

Pei Jinye had no concern for pride; he only knew that the Female Sword Immortal before him was a hundred times stronger than any from the Old Gods Association…

This was a solid backing.

He had missed the chance last time; he could not let it slip away again!

What elites! What schemes! What grudges! Crush them all!