Finally, an elder steadied his expression. He watched the man slowly approach and said, "It seems that we have not only underestimated the ancients but also underestimated Ye Fengsheng's influence. Unexpectedly, he escaped unscathed from the combined interception by Three Elements Child Cultivators, not seriously injured, not even a scratch!"

The disciple beside him turned pale as a sheet.

The combined assault by three Yuanwa! Heaven help us! Is this man even human?

What truly terrified them was not Ye Fengsheng's horrendous power, but the word "kill"!

Intercept! Intercept! Kill him within your family! So, when he came here with such brutality, what was he doing? It's obvious without a word!

"Elder, elder, can we leave?"

A disciple's legs went weak, and his voice trembled.

He felt profoundly unlucky. When he was in Kunlun, he was merely a disciple without status. Not to mention seeing the great sect Leader. Even deacons and elders were rare sights. In such a situation, they were forced to use their swords against leaders to escape life-threatening scenarios. They stabbed the leader at first sight to survive. When he first arrived at the world-renowned Duanmai Mountain to apprentice, he thought he mastered a few techniques and stood out, only for the nightmarish shadow to reappear in his life!

This time, he had no choice between life and death! Because this slender young man had firmly planted a strong foot on the ground. After shaking the earth, he raised a long blade that sliced through the sky, cutting it open!

In an instant! The winds and clouds shifted!

Under this blade, the entire sky was split into two halves. The boundless sky divided left and right, as if a long blade had traversed a deep canyon abyss. In the deeply recessed mark in the middle, countless dark traces stitched and healed over and over again.

Even space couldn't resist the hundred-mile movement of Ye Fengsheng dragging his blade!

In the mausoleum, Ye Fengsheng the General was at the pinnacle of Jiedan, yet not superior to Wen Renxi's Spiritual Body, whom Wen Renxi had seen 500 years ago. Now, based on Ye Fengsheng's study of "Scraping Blade Skill," even without exact accumulation ability, he surpassed the accumulation in distance and the overlay of blade posture.

When the tired momentum was severed, only a blade would collapse under everyone's gaze. No one would doubt, if not for the sky being too far away, this blade could tear the sky apart.

How about a blade that could rip through the sky and fall on a mountain?

This answer doesn't need pondering, and it's clear.

In the sky, as an agile Hand Reader teaches, it brings long-lasting Spiritual ripples. In a disciple's eyes full of despair, he approached the simultaneously cut blade. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

At this moment, the palm was like a burning sun. Carrying everyone's surging Spirit, it touched the knife edge tearing the sky in everyone's eyes.

Ideally, no explosive collision would occur from the clash of two halos, even if the entire sky was torn, the massive blade maintained its speed, slicing down into the fractured Duanmai Mountain below.

The only difference was, previously contacting Taoist aura the Hand Reader now became his Spiritual Energy.

Guiyuan Temple, a less resounding name, was a place of hope known and respected by monks worldwide. After hundreds of years of inheritance and accumulation, no one knows what powers Guiyuan Temple holds. Rumor has it that Guiyuan Temple could surpass Duanmai Mountain, but due to monk relations, they don't like competing with others, so never contended for the title "World's Number One Sect" against Duanmai Mountain.

But when everyone forgets about Guiyuan Temple, monks from Guiyuan Temple can always stir a wave in the monk world, making everyone who forgot about Guiyuan Temple face this sect with a huge background again.

Thus, Duanmai Mountain always maintained an ambiguous attitude towards Guiyuan Temple. It's not friendly but won't interfere. Only Guiyuan Temple joining the World Trade Organization could break the "World Number One" atmosphere Duanmai Mountain crafted for decades.

It's not that Duanmai Mountain likes its setup getting disrupted, but because even people on Duanmai Mountain don't know the power Guiyuan Temple has. They're afraid of getting burned.

Until now, Guiyuan Temple monks endlessly joined the World Trade Organization. Forced retreat by Duanmai Mountain. Finally, Duanmai Mountain could proudly showcase its invincible power to the world, displaying the interrupted style of hundreds of years.

The news of Duanmai Mountain's destruction pales compared to Ye Fengsheng's news. When he has continuous Spiritual Energy flow, he doesn't need to deliberately save Spiritual Energy to ensure his peak state, because as long as he's not wounded, he can always maintain his Spiritual Energy, thus possessing the most complete combat power.

Guiyuan Temple is situated in the mountains, surrounded by mountains, lying sideways, overlooking the sky, giving an illusion of a Buddha statue lying on the Pu Ah Group.

About 15 miles away, Ye Fengsheng descended from the sky, grasping the knife handle behind him, dragging the blade on the ground.

The place initially touched by the blade was just a small depression. As the distance increased, markings became clearer and deeper. Accompanied by the cracking of underlying rocks and conscious separation of sand, this knife mark seemed capable of connecting the heavens from one side of the mountain to the other.

Ye Fengsheng admired the knife in hand. Though it wasn't beautiful and quite large, hindering his movements, it was a knife. It didn't need to look good or be heavy, but had enough power to guarantee the life ending of people under the knife.

This was something a sword couldn't do. Even with three swords, it's difficult to defeat enemies with them.

A long blade might impede movements, but you don't really need to do anything with the blade. Just drag it. When you raise the blade, you can easily solve everyone in front of you, even destroy anything you want to.

So he had to use the blade.

Because it rained last night, the mountain path was a bit muddy. Ye Fengsheng wielded the long blade heading towards the temple halfway up the mountain. Behind his thin figure was a fierce and dark crack ripped open.

There were people climbing the mountain from its base. How could mountain-dwellers remain calm?

In the temple hall before the stone Buddha statue of Tathagata Buddha Zuzhi, the elder monk with ten hands raised his head, gazing at the Ancient Buddha ever since the school was established. A hint of regret lingered in his eyes.

Most people don't regret, because he slowly removed his tattered monk robe, putting on the new abbot's vestment robe, though many years old, the vestment was still bright red.

A group of high monks outside the hall exuded solemn expressions. Even without knowing what's happening, they could perceive the imminent event from movements and the abbot's demeanor at the mountain base.

How many in the world could truly disregard life and death? Even those chanting "Amitabha Buddha" among high monks, in the face of life and death, how could they remain as calm as their expression showed?

Slowly turning, looking at disciples and monks of the same sect from past days or nights, the abbot gently sighed and waved, amidst the tremendous explosion, stone Buddhas observed for centuries behind them bloomed into ashes, shrouded in a slice.

As the statues exploded, the abbot softly sighed, releasing the pressure in his heart.