When Spirit Snake Daoist heard this voice, he felt his entire snake hide tremble three times.
He immediately abandoned his attack on the Sword Array and turned to flee.
But there was no longer anywhere in this Heaven and Earth for him to maneuver.
“You’re no match.”
“You’re far inferior to the First Generation Spirit Snake Daoist.”
Zheng Yi’s figure suddenly appeared behind Spirit Snake Daoist.
He was still sitting in a wheelchair, dressed entirely in white.
Zheng Yi lightly raised a finger and pointed behind Spirit Snake Daoist.
“Come.”
“Huh?”
Spirit Snake Daoist was already like a frightened bird. Before Zheng Yi had even finished speaking, he transformed his palm into a blade and severed his own right arm.
The severed arm instantly transformed into another Spirit Snake Daoist.
The Main Body and Clone unleashed killing moves in unison toward the rear, but struck only empty space.
“Why are you in such a hurry? I wasn’t calling you.”
With that, Zheng Yi swept his palm downward, and a Sword Light sliced Spirit Snake Daoist’s Clone in two.
At this moment, in the Valley where the Spirit Snake Flotilla was located.
Rosy Clouds stretched across the vast sky. When Zheng Yi raised his hand and summoned them, a Sword Array suddenly appeared.
Dozens of Sword Cultivators rode Flying Swords as Zheng Yi summoned them here.
Even the one with the lowest Cultivation Level was at the Golden Core Realm.
The Demonic Cultivators in the Valley were still in chaos because of the recent explosion.
Now, seeing so many Righteous cultivators appear above the Valley, some of them did not flee. Instead, they even began greeting them.
A Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivator cupped his hands toward the sky.
“May I Ask what brings all of you Senior Brothers here?”
“There are Somewhat matters to handle in the sect today, so it is inconvenient to receive guests. We hope all of you Senior Brothers will forgive us.”
He sounded completely sincere; he had been listening to lectures very attentively these past few days.
But by this time, the Spirit Snake Statue had already shattered.
The Illusionary Realm covering the Valley had already dissipated.
What Everyone in the sky saw was merely a group of Black-clothed Demonic Cultivators.
“Do they have Brain problems?”
In the sky, Old Li asked Elder Wang in a low voice.
“Anyone without Brain problems wouldn’t join the Demonic Path.”
Elder Wang raised his hand.
“All Disciples, heed my command.”
“Here!”
“Today, we eliminate demons and defend the righteous Path.”
“We will strictly follow the Master’s command!”
The next second, the Demonic Cultivator who was still cupping his hands and bowing had his human head taken by someone’s Flying Sword.
Not counting the Pavilion Master, there were two Nascent Soul Stage Elders, accompanied by more than twenty Inner disciples whose Cultivation Level was at least the Golden Core Realm.
This lineup was Somewhat extravagant for dealing with a Spirit Snake Flotilla that had only five Golden Core Realm Cultivators and one Nascent Soul Cultivator.
But when it came to eliminating demons and defending the righteous Path, more strength was always better.
In the Dungeon.
After his Clone had been Slashed, Spirit Snake Daoist had lost his will to fight and no longer dared oppose Zheng Yi.
In this Dungeon, he was like a stray dog, searching only for a sliver of Vitality.
Unfortunately, though he unleashed every move, each one was repeatedly repelled by the Sword Intent of Righteous Qi.
“You truly are inferior to the First Generation Spirit Snake Daoist.”
“When my Main Body came in person, he still dared to attack me.”
“Now, only a Dharma Image of Sword Intent has come, and you’re already this pathetic.”
“How tragic.”
“I won’t kill you today, either.”
“I only want to Ask you: where is the Main Headquarters of the Demon Sect?”
Spirit Snake Daoist was suppressed by Zheng Yi’s Sword Intent until he crawled and knelt on the ground.
But before he could speak, a clacking sound of bones grinding came from Spirit Snake Daoist’s throat.
The next second.
Spirit Snake Daoist’s head exploded with a bang, and a Giant Snake of blue-green color rose into the clouds from his Body.
His Body was also like a Grotto-Heaven beyond the mortal world. Countless colorful Poison Snakes, both large and small, crawled out through the wound in his neck.
Zheng Yi seemed to have anticipated this.
The Dharma Image seated in the Wheelchair loosely clenched its Palm, and the Righteous Qi coiled throughout this place transformed into a sword.
It Slashed all the Poison Snakes into Powder.
From the moment Zheng Yi appeared in the Ten Directions Sword Formation, Lin Feng had stared without blinking at the Elder’s movements, Comprehending the profound Sword Intent within them.
Zheng Yi had dragged things out with Spirit Snake Daoist for two reasons: first, to interrogate Spirit Snake Daoist about the whereabouts of the Demon Sect’s Main Headquarters.
Second, he also intended to reward and instruct Zhang Ze and Lin Feng.
Zheng Yi looked toward Lin Feng. “Did you see anything?”
Lin Feng thought for A Long Time. “This Disciple is Slow-witted. I only feel that it is like the moon reflected in a mirror and flowers reflected in water; I cannot see it clearly.”
“It doesn’t matter. Just remember this Feeling. In the Future, you will naturally Comprehend it.”
Zheng Yi turned to Zhang Ze, but before he could Ask, Zhang Ze said.
“Pavilion Master, your color has become fainter.”
“.It’s fine. It is merely a Dharma Image. Did you gain any insight?”
“I did.”
“Oh? Tell me about it.” Zheng Yi became interested.
“Handsome.”
“.Not bad. Concise and to the point.”
Zheng Yi smiled and Shook Head, thinking that Li Guanqi’s Disciple truly was no ordinary person.
Being his Master really could shorten one’s lifespan.
“My Sword Dao is still somewhat too profound.”
“Just watch your Master and Senior Brother.”
“There are also Somewhat Cultivators in this Demonic Stronghold who are barely worth watching.”
“They are qualified enough to serve as wooden stakes.”
Zheng Yi raised his hand and drew a round mirror, in which the Scene from the Valley was projected.
Zhang Ze also saw his Master Li Guanqi take action for the first time.
That Iron rod was his sword.
Li Guanqi released his grip.
The Iron rod exploded, transforming into black streaks of light.
Hundreds of Black Swords Forged from Antarctic Meteorite Iron descended toward the Valley.
All Low-level Demonic Cultivators who attempted to flee amid the chaos were pierced through, pinned to the ground, and had their Qi Gates sealed.
The Remaining Black Swords roamed through the sky above the Battlefield. Whenever a Golden Core Stage Demonic Cultivator attempted a breakthrough, they would launch a surprise attack and force them back.
This Valley had already become Li Guanqi’s chessboard.
Elder Wang was currently standing to one side, watching an Inner disciple exchange blows with a Deputy Flotilla Leader of the Spirit Snake Flotilla.
He occasionally offered a few pointers and explained the essentials of Sword moves, completely ignoring the Demonic Cultivator.
Perhaps unable to bear the humiliation, the Demonic Cultivator bit through the tip of his tongue, grabbed at the Inner disciple with both Palms, and spat out a Poison Pill. Even if it cost him his life today, he was determined to drag one person down with him.
“Do you see that? This is what they call a cornered dog leaping over the wall.”
“When victory is within reach, you must never let your guard down.”
While instructing the Disciple, Elder Wang had already stepped forward and reached out to pinch the Poison Pill.
Lightning subdued all Evil Methods. The Poison Pill turned to Ashes in Old Wang’s Palm.
The electric light spread, then Gathered into a sword and blasted apart the Demonic Cultivator’s Dog Head.
“Today, I may save you countless times. But what about In the Future?”
Seeing that the Disciple had firmly remembered this lesson, Wang Buyu’s Figure transformed into a streak of light and flashed to another small Battlefield.
Watching the two elders display their Divine Might, Zhang Ze’s heart surged with excitement, but he gained not even the slightest Comprehension of the profound Sword Intent.
What he was thinking about was the combination of his Master’s battlefield control and Grandpa Wang’s Thunderclap.
Combined together, how satisfying would the explosions be?
When he returned, he absolutely had to Ask the two elders for guidance more often.
As for Lin Feng, he was Really much more practical.
Unlike Zhang Ze, he did not stare at the flashy elders displaying their various Divine Abilities.
He only watched the Inner disciples, observing them counter the moves of Demonic Cultivators in the same Realm, experiencing the meaning concealed within each sword strike, and comparing it with his own combat Experience.
“Lin Feng? Did you see anything this time?”
This time, Lin Feng was far more confident and cautiously explained his insight.
Zheng Yi’s Dharma Image remained Noncommittal and instead asked Zhang Ze.
“And you? Kid, this time, who was more handsome?”
Zhang Ze had been daydreaming. When the Pavilion Master asked him this, he nearly blurted out what he was really thinking.
Fortunately, he swallowed the words at the last moment. In a flash of inspiration, he happened to spot an acquaintance.
Zhang Ze pointed toward a corner of the Scene in the mirror.
“I think this Senior Sister’s attainments in the Sword Dao are truly profound.”
“There is a strong sense of returning to one’s original simplicity and reducing the Great Dao to simplicity.”
“She is a model for disciples of our generation to learn from.”
Zheng Yi’s Dharma Image’s eyelid twitched, and its color grew even fainter.
“Do not imitate her.”
“Why?”
“She is the disgrace of the Inner Sect.”