Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 221 - 0218: This is Disrespectful to the Eldest Senior Brother

Chapter 221: Chapter 0218: This is Disrespectful to the Eldest Senior Brother

"Who are you?"

Wen Xian frowned. The opponent’s aura was dark and sinister, exuding a palpable sense of danger.

He was already in the Unity Realm of cultivation.

His mana, divine skills, immortal laws, and divine soul had long been unified, reaching a level that feared neither ghosts nor gods.

Yet, when confronted with this unknown existence,

his heart was seized with a sudden wave of unease.

"An Immortal Sect cultivator dares step here without even knowing who I am."

"How foolish."

Before the words finished leaving his mouth,

the mysterious black-robed figure let out a furious roar. A thick, swirling black mist surged out from the cuffs of his sleeves, condensing into a towering, pitch-black giant axe. With a single swing, the heavenly vault cracked open, and an oppressive wave of boundless black light bore down.

Wen Xian was horrified, realizing this was no time for shock. Shaking the golden silk sleeves of his robe, a high-grade Spiritual Treasure burst into a brilliant glow, forming a shimmering canopy that enveloped the sky above.

The black giant axe came crashing down. With a sharp crack, the canopy was instantly riddled with fractures. At the point where the giant axe collided with the canopy, a single beam of black light pierced through and descended toward him.

"Not good."

In panic, Wen Xian tried to cast a divine skill to evade, but his gaze fell downward—there, a group of Inner Sect disciples were looking up at the sky in terror.

Dammit!

He did not back down. Instead, with a furious roar, he spread his arms wide and unleashed a divine skill. Beams of light condensed on his arms, which he shot upward in a forceful strike.

BOOM!

A violent tremor rippled through the air.

Clashing against the axe with Supreme Divine Power, his body shuddered violently. The strands of hair behind his head snapped one by one. His eyes widened to a blood-red hue as blood vessels visibly burst within his sockets.

BONG!

BONG!

BONG!

The chime of three bells reverberated through the heavens.

A gleaming small bell spun out from within Wen Xian’s body, emanating waves of resounding immortal melodies. These melodies pulsed with the power to kill and protect simultaneously.

The small bell then floated above Wen Xian’s head, shattering the black light in an instant.

"A low-grade Dao Artifact. Hmm, interesting. Quite interesting." The mysterious black-robed figure immediately recognized the artifact with a glance, then chuckled. "But what use is a low-grade Dao Artifact? Watch me break it."

The black-robed figure launched a flurry of vicious attacks. Having failed with his first strike, he wasted no words, swinging the axe once more.

This time, the swing was even mightier than before.

In these fleeting seconds,

Wen Xian shouted downward, "What are you all standing there for? Run, now!"

No sooner had Wen Xian spoken,

the black-robed figure’s second axe swing descended. This one was several times stronger than the last, splitting through the Void itself.

The Dao Artifact bell radiated dazzling light, a massive phantom of an Ancient Bell forming above its essence to withstand the axe’s strike.

BOOM!

In an instant,

time seemed to freeze within the world. Moments later, the bell’s chime quaked, Wen Xian’s body convulsed, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. More frighteningly, cracks began to spread across the surface of the low-grade Dao Artifact bell.

One strike alone had damaged the Dao Artifact.

The violent surge of force rippled outward, and the Inner Sect disciples felt as though they were being torn apart. Their bodies seemed on the verge of exploding. In utter panic, they screamed and bolted toward the far distance.

"Trying to flee? Dream on." The mysterious black-robed figure wasn’t about to let the Immortal Path disciples escape. A single palm extended, and black mist coalesced into a massive hand, which swept downward, aiming to seize the fleeing disciples.

"You think you can slaughter my junior brothers and sisters? Not as long as I’m here!"

"Otherwise, how could I call myself the Senior Brother of the Taiwu Immortal Sect?"

Wen Xian stomped forcefully, manifesting Immortal Techniques overhead.

He punched and struck with his palms. In an instant, golden light surged around his body, his divine movements masking the exact technique he was employing.

"Heavenly Essence!"

Wen Xian growled deeply, his voice like an Immortal guiding the way. He pointed a single finger toward the black hand in the sky.

However, that finger produced no effect. Worse yet, it resulted in a severe backlash.

PFFT!

Wen Xian suffered the terrifying recoil of the force, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. His robe was dyed crimson as his complexion turned ghastly pale.

"Heh, you’re an amusing cultivator. With your abilities, escaping would’ve been possible. And yet, you dared to stay and fight me. Very well, one of you is enough entertainment for me."

The mysterious black-robed figure laughed uproariously. Once more, a black hand extended, this time aiming directly at Wen Xian.

"Such a terrifying individual."

Wen Xian looked up with trembling intensity and clasped his hands into a spell. The cracked bell’s resonance grew louder before it disassembled into fragments, transforming into a Black Tortoise beast.

The Black Tortoise roared and charged at the black hand, shattering it into pieces. Wen Xian’s face flashed a smile—but the smile froze the next moment as the black-robed figure threw a punch that struck directly at the Black Tortoise.

CRACK!

The tortoise’s shell shattered. A pitiful cry echoed as the Divine Bell of the Black Tortoise splintered back into its essence as pure Immortal Dao Laws. That fist opened into five claws and crushed the very Dao Laws to nothingness.

"My Dao Artifact!"

Wen Xian’s heart ached. This was the low-grade Dao Artifact bestowed by the Sect Leader, invulnerable to all evil and hailed as the mightiest defensive tool. But who could’ve foreseen it being destroyed so swiftly?

He then looked below.

His junior brothers and sisters were still fleeing but had yet to escape beyond the reach of the enemy’s attacks.

"Senior Brother, you should run too."

"Senior Brother, please leave!"

The junior disciples watched their Senior Brother Wen Xian struggle desperately to hold the line. Their hearts ached with sorrow. While they had their own selfish reasons for fawning over him,

they hadn’t expected Wen Xian to stand his ground amidst such deadly peril just to shield them.

"As your Senior Brother, it’s my duty to protect you all. Tell the Sect Leader... that the expectations they placed on me will likely be unmet."

"But I have never disappointed them."

Wen Xian whipped his sleeves outward, scattering Divine Movement Talismans brimming with light toward each fleeing disciple.

The Divine Movement Talisman.

Not exceedingly rare, but nonetheless a valuable supportive tool.

Empowered by the talismans, the disciples’ speeds were bolstered to incredible heights, as though they were flying.

"Heh, not bad, not bad. Having the courage to shield your juniors is commendable, but far too foolish. Sacrificing yourself for a bunch of ants while trapping yourself in utter damnation."

"What a fitting end."

The black-robed figure laughed wildly. His raging black mist engulfed the entire world, casting it into a domain of darkness.

"You don’t understand. This is what a Senior Brother must do. It’s a responsibility—and also the foundation of the Sect Leader’s trust in me. I, Wen Xian, do not fear anyone. No matter your strength, so what?"

"All that awaits is death. Rebirth through samsara and a return to the Immortal Path."

As his voice dropped,

Wen Xian furrowed his brows, then let out a low roar:

"Open!"

A golden eye opened between his brows. Instantly, a beam of golden light pierced through the darkened heavens, its fiery brilliance dispersing the black mist.

SHOOO!

A blazing red Immortal Sword emerged overhead, its crimson glow weaving through the sky like silk.

In that moment,

Wen Xian gripped the Red Immortal Sword and swung it fiercely, unleashing a torrent of crimson light that spanned a hundred miles, parting waves and crashing down upon the black-robed figure.

...

Ye Donglai led a group of disciples, casually slaughtering Demons.

Suddenly,

a group of panicked disciples rushed over from a distance.

"Brother Ye..."

This group of disciples was the very same one led by Wen Xian. Upon seeing Ye Donglai, hope swelled within them. If someone could go help, Senior Brother Wen Xian might have a better chance.

"Aren’t you the disciples led by Senior Brother Wen Xian?"

"Where is Senior Brother Wen Xian?"

Ye Donglai furrowed his brows in curiosity, uncertain of the situation. It didn’t make sense. Could it be that Brother Wen had abandoned them?

The thought amused him slightly. If that were true, it would be rather domineering.

But what Ye Donglai hadn’t anticipated was that the reality was far different from his idle conjecture.

"Brother Ye, we encountered a mysterious powerhouse. Senior Brother Wen Xian stayed behind to hold him off so we could escape. You must hurry to help; there’s no time to lose," one of the disciples urged desperately.

The disciple’s panic was sincere.

After all, they had seen Senior Brother Wen coughing blood after enduring the blows of that dark-robed figure—a clear demonstration of the enemy’s overwhelming strength.

Brother Wen might not be able to hold on any longer.

Ye Donglai feigned shock, appearing as if deeply concerned, and said:

"Who is the opponent? How is Senior Brother Wen Xian holding up?"

The disciple replied, "We don’t know who he is. Covered in a black robe, he’s absolutely terrifying. Senior Brother Wen Xian was already wounded and appears to be struggling. He could’ve fled, but he stayed behind to let us escape, fighting that fiend at the cost of his own safety."

"Brother Ye, please hurry. If you take too long, it’ll be too late!"

Ye Donglai didn’t hesitate for a moment, declaring, "How dare someone ambush a true disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect! Let’s see who they think they are!"

He then turned to the disciples, saying, "All of you, leave this place immediately. I’ll go lend Senior Brother Wen Xian a hand."

The disciples responded affirmatively, fleeing into the distance.

Watching their retreating figures, Ye Donglai stroked his chin, the corners of his mouth curling into a sly grin.

"Lend help?"

"Let’s not kid ourselves. If Wen Xian himself is wounded, wouldn’t I just be walking into my own death?"

And so,

he didn’t even consider going. What did this have to do with him? His priority was ensuring his own survival.

However, given the circumstances, leaving outright would seem inappropriate. No, he needed to bide his time. If Wen Xian returned injured, Ye Donglai could rush up to greet him, offering false concern and heartfelt words.

If Wen Xian died,

then Ye Donglai would need to feign his own injuries too, claiming they had fought side by side until Wen Xian sacrificed himself, ensuring the latter’s reputation remained immaculate.

Upon reflection,

Ye Donglai found this plan impeccably clever.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan led a group of Outer Sect disciples in eradicating Demons along the outskirts. He was unimpressed, feeling this area devoid of worthwhile loot—a complete disappointment.

If not for wanting his junior brothers and sisters to enjoy themselves,

he wouldn’t have bothered coming here at all.

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At that moment,

he noticed a group of panicked disciples fleeing at high speed in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were buoyed by the light of talismans.

Empowered by the talismans,

their speed resembled that of soaring birds.

"Hey! Why are you all running? If I recall, you’re disciples under Wen Xian and Ye Donglai’s leadership. Where are they?" Lin Fan called out, intercepting them.

"Brother Lin, something terrible happened! We encountered a terrifyingly powerful enemy. Senior Brother Wen Xian stayed behind to hold him off so we could escape, but the black-robed figure is too strong. They even wounded Senior Brother Wen. Brother Ye has already gone to help him." A disciple shouted in urgency.

Lin Fan frowned. Trusting Ye Donglai? Impossible. That guy wouldn’t lift a finger unless it served him somehow.

"Go wait outside the Black Demon Platform. I’ll go take a look."

Without waiting for their response,

Lin Fan turned into a streak of light and sped toward the battlefield.

Hurting Brother Wen?

That’s a blatant slap to my face as Senior Brother!

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