A purple-red beam of light arrived in an instant!

"Not good!"

The Fifth Elder’s face drastically changed.

"It’s that old scoundrel Tianlan!"

He turned his head fiercely and glared at the Eighth Elder.

"It’s all your fault for dawdling!"

The purple-red beam crashed to the ground, transforming into a giant sword reaching the sky.

The sword vibrated, sending countless Sword Qi shooting towards the Qinghe forces!

"Form up for defense!"

The Fifth Elder screamed.

However, the purple-red Sword Qi was relentless, shattering Spiritual Artifacts and annihilating Magic as it passed!

Blood bloomed in the air, and more than half of Qinghe’s strongest spat blood and were knocked flying.

The remaining managed to barely hold on, but their faces were pale, clearly suffering internal injuries.

"Run...run!"

Someone shouted, causing the previously neat formation to instantly collapse.

These ordinarily fierce fighters scattered and fled in all directions!

"Damn it! Get back here, all of you!"

The Fifth Elder’s beard quivered in anger, but he couldn’t stop his fear-stricken subordinates.

The Eighth Elder’s face turned ashen.

"Fifth Brother, what do we do now?"

The Fifth Elder gritted his teeth.

"Hold off the old scoundrel! The Great Elder will be here soon!"

He looked at the hovering grey-robed figure—Tianlan Grand Elder held a purple-red longsword, robes fluttering, as if a War God descended to this world.

"You old fool!"

The Fifth Elder shouted harshly.

"Gu Sheng murdered our Qinghe disciple, today you must account for it!"

The Great Elder sneered.

"Account for it?"

The sword turned.

"This is your account!"

The Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder were pushed back a hundred yards, their faces turning pale.

"This old man’s strength is even more terrifying than rumored!"

The Fifth Elder communicated secretly, fear in his eyes.

The Eighth Elder’s hand holding the blade trembled slightly.

The residual power of that sword still rampaged within him, his innards faintly aching.

"Fifth Brother, we’re no match for him, if we continue like this..."

"Shut up!" The Fifth Elder interrupted harshly.

"The Great Elder will be here soon, and the Holy Master is watching, we just need to hold out a little longer!"

Daoist Guanyu looked coldly at their whispered conversation, his purple-red Spirit Sword pointed sharply at them.

"Is Qinghe Holy Land only sending you two wastes to die?"

"How dare you!"

The Fifth Elder shouted angrily, forcing down the tumultuous Qi-Blood inside him.

"Elder Guanyu, this is Qinghe Holy Land territory, trespassing here is a death sentence, yet you dare to speak such arrogance!"

Suddenly, the Fifth Elder’s longsword erupted with a dazzling green light, dense runes appearing on the sword body.

A fierce Sword Qi surged to the sky.

The Fifth Elder shouted fiercely, the Sword Qi transforming into a blue river from the heavens, pouring down towards Daoist Guanyu.

The Eighth Elder moved too, drawing a mysterious trajectory with his longsword, the Sword Qi condensing into a ferocious beast, pouncing at Daoist Guanyu from the side.

"Hmph, insignificant tricks."

Daoist Guanyu’s eyes showed disdain, the purple-red Spirit Sword gently flicked, and a purple-red lotus bloomed at the tip of the sword.

As the lotus spun, countless Sword Qi as thin as cow hair shot out, instantly shredding the blue river and the beast into fragments.

The Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder both spat blood, staggering back.

Their prideful joint technique was nothing more than child’s play before Daoist Guanyu.

"Is this all you have to try and stop me?"

Daoist Guanyu sneered, his Spirit Sword transforming into a stream of light.

"Today, I’ll show you what true Sword Dao is!"

In an instant, the colors of the world changed, the wind and clouds rolled back.

A purple-red sword light carried the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, aiming straight for their lives.

The Fifth Elder’s pupils shrank, a shadow of death hovered in his heart.

He frantically activated his True Yuan, erecting a Spirit Barrier in front of him, while biting his tongue tip, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood: "Qinghe Protection!"

The sword light collided with the barrier, a deafening explosion ensued.

The Fifth Elder’s barrier shattered successively, the remaining force of the sword light fiercely struck his chest.

"Ah!"

The Fifth Elder let out a harrowing scream, a deep wound appeared on his chest, blood gushed out.

His body crashed heavily into a mountain, causing it to collapse entirely.

The Eighth Elder saw this, terrified, and turned to flee.

Yet, as he stepped forward, he felt a chill at his neck, Daoist Guanyu’s sword tip was already at his throat.

"Move again, you die."

Daoist Guanyu’s icy voice echoed in his ears.

The Eighth Elder stiffened completely.

He could clearly feel the chilling murderous intent from the sword tip.

"Daoist... Daoist Guanyu, let’s talk this out..."

The Eighth Elder’s voice trembled, no longer as arrogant as before.

Daoist Guanyu laughed coldly: "Now you call me elder? Weren’t you quite powerful just now?"

"It’s junior who failed to recognize Mount Tai..."

The Eighth Elder swallowed hard.

"If you can give me some mercy, Qinghe Holy Land will surely offer great rewards..."

"Great rewards?"

Daoist Guanyu looked disdainful, "You think Qinghe Holy Land is worthy of talking about rewards?"

From afar came the weak cries of the Fifth Elder.

"Old Eight...don’t beg him... the Great Elder...will be here soon..."

Daoist Guanyu’s gaze shifted towards the direction of the fallen Fifth Elder.

In the dust, the Fifth Elder struggled to stand, his chest wound horrifying, yet stubbornly standing.

"You’ve got some backbone."

Daoist Guanyu snorted coldly, his Spirit Sword slightly pressuring, slicing a blood mark on the Eighth Elder’s neck.

"But, do you think delaying time is useful? Before your Great Elder arrives, I can kill all of you!"

The Eighth Elder suddenly bit his tongue tip, sprayed a mouthful of Essence Blood, and formed seals with his hands: "Qinghe Secret Technique·Blood Escape!"

"You want to run?"

Daoist Guanyu turned his sword to slash at the Eighth Elder’s head.

The Eighth Elder’s body turned into a mist of blood, speeding toward the distance.