Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1140 - 1136: Destroying the Idol

With the help of the Flying Knife, the remaining nine experts of the Myriad Blood Sect were quickly defeated.

They attempted to perform a secret technique to perish together, but Qi Qingmei’s sword was too fast, and the other experts from the Four Great Sects had astounding swordsmanship.

They didn’t have time to use the secret technique before being killed.

Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Through the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, he saw in the imagined scenario by those two disciples from the Myriad Blood Sect, the power of this statue was too astonishing.

To unleash the statue’s power, special rituals and secret techniques were required.

Now that these guardians have been cleared out, the possibility of the statue showcasing its might is cut off.

Without the rituals and secret techniques of these guardians, the statue is just a statue.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Senior Sister Qi, I’ll go over to help."

Qi Qingmei leaped onto the top of the statue, taking in all the scene within the valley.

She pointed to a nearby statue: "Junior Brother Chu, you go over there to help!"

Chu Zhiyuan responded, floating over, and Lu Xiaolu followed along.

Qi Qingmei looked at the remaining seven experts: "Junior Sister Shang, Junior Sister Liu, Junior Sister Huang, you go over there to help, the rest form a defense, hold off those coming."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The seven experts all clasped their fists.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu drifted along.

There were nine statues, each embedded in the valley’s cliffs, occupying different positions.

The largest statue was located at the easternmost spot, and they were heading to the southeast statue.

The two statues were about three hundred meters apart, and before the two arrived, the Flying Knife reached there first.

This time, ten Flying Knives shot out directly, pursuing extreme speed.

With flashes of golden light, among ten Myriad Blood Sect experts, five evaded the Flying Knives, while five couldn’t.

But the five who dodged were soon caught up by the ten Flying Knives and ultimately failed to escape completely.

Once touched by the Flying Knife, a flash of golden light broke their evil skill.

The original wounds instantly bled, weakening their strength.

It immediately affected their movements, and with the sneak attack of the Flying Knives combined with the invigorated experts from the Four Sects, the situation turned one-sided.

Chu Zhiyuan did not linger and moved with Lu Xiaolu to the next statue.

After they passed through eight statues in one go, they returned to the largest statue in front, and Qi Qingmei had just returned.

At this time, all nine statues were occupied by experts from the Four Great Sects.

The remaining experts from the Myriad Blood Sect were all caught in the encirclement of the Four Sect experts.

He then proactively suggested to Qi Qingmei that he go to support and wander around.

Qi Qingmei nodded in agreement.

Chu Zhiyuan drifted along, a Flying Knife shot out, and wherever it went, the situation in the skirmishes altered.

Where Four Sect experts held the advantage, the Flying Knives became the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Where Four Sect experts were not at an advantage, more Flying Knives appeared, seriously injuring or killing a couple of Myriad Blood Sect experts, reversing the situation.

After completing another round, when returning under the largest statue, the valley had returned to silence.

The sunset was almost falling, and dusk was already rising.

Tired birds had already returned to the forest.

But the birds in the valley belonging to the Myriad Blood Sect had not returned to the forest.

The scent of blood drifted throughout the valley, so thick it seemed as if it would smother the nose.

The experts of the Myriad Blood Sect were completely annihilated, only the experts of the Four Sects were making sounds.

A series of screams echoed one after another.

In so much slaughter, experts of the Myriad Blood Sect were not lacking, even if no manpower was lost, many were still injured.

Not every expert is a tough guy who keeps silent despite injuries.

Many experts are quite delicate, even a small wound leads to continuous cries.

Qi Qingmei and others were already leading people in raiding the lair’s treasures, including secret manuals and wealth.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu stood before the largest statue, ignoring the surrounding sounds.

The dusk grew heavier.

The statue in the dusk exuded a mysterious aura, as if gradually integrating with the dusk.

Lu Xiaolu withdrew her gaze from the statue’s face and turned to Chu Zhiyuan: "Junior Brother, is this statue really the Evil Venerable?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Lu Xiaolu said, "It doesn’t seem like much."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "That’s because it’s not activated, the power hasn’t been projected."

As he spoke, a Flying Knife emerged from his sleeve, suspending above his head.

Lu Xiaolu curiously looked at him: "Junior Brother, are you planning to destroy the statue?"

"Giving it a try." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Flying Knife swiftly shot at the statue’s ear, attempting to damage the statue’s weakest point.

This statue, throughout its body, had the thinnest ears, other areas were solid, even merging with the stone wall.

"Ding..."

The Flying Knife was bounced away.

The statue’s ear didn’t even have a scratch.

Although the Flying Knife appeared bright and transparent, as if weightless and not sharp enough.

Yet it was the Autumn Water Divine Blade, a Treasure Sword that cuts iron as if it were mud.

This is something the Red Jade could never achieve.

The Flying Knife in mid-air twisted, flashed a layer of golden light, and shot towards the ear again.

"Ding..."

The flying knife was once again deflected.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyebrows twitched.

Lu Xiaolu drew her sword from its sheath, leaped into the air, and thrust the sword tip towards the other side of the statue’s ear.

"Ding..."

The sword tip was deflected, she twisted in the air with a graceful spin, and swung her sword again to thrust.

"Ding..."

The longsword in her hand was once again deflected, her entire body stiffened, like it was rusted, she could only float down.

She shook the longsword, looked down at the sword, and placed her left hand, fingers aligned like a sword, on it.

Chu Zhiyuan reached out and touched her sword: "Senior Sister, is this rebound force problematic?"

"Very strange," Lu Xiaolu said.

Her face had already turned pale, exhaling white breath like one does in the winter cold.

Chu Zhiyuan felt the icy force coursing through the sword, a bone-chilling coldness.

He quickly withdrew his hand and formed a sealing gesture with his palms.

A golden dragon shadow condensed in the air and then entered Lu Xiaolu’s longsword.

The sword vibrated violently.

Lu Xiaolu’s jade-like face suddenly turned red, as if a layer of rouge was applied on mutton fat jade.

Chu Zhiyuan concentrated on her.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaolu shook the longsword, a layer of frost quickly formed on the sword, and as the golden light flashed, the frost melted away.

The longsword calmed its tremors.

Lu Xiaolu let out a long breath: "It’s fine now."

That strange icy aura had dissipated, like ice meeting boiling water.

She then frowned: "Is this the power of the Evil Venerable?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It should be just a tiny fraction of it, a glimpse from a pipe can reveal a leopard."

"It’s indeed sinister," Lu Xiaolu said. "Then how can we destroy it?"

Neither the flying knife nor my treasure sword could destroy the thinnest ear part, let alone other areas.

This statue is so solid, could it truly be indestructible?

Chu Zhiyuan took out the Jade Heaven Sword from his bosom.

Lu Xiaolu’s bright eyes widened immediately, she hastened to say: "You want to use it? Think again."

She felt that using the Jade Heaven Sword against the statue was overkill.

After all, it’s just a statue; it shouldn’t require using the Jade Heaven Sword.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If this statue isn’t destroyed, I always feel uneasy, better to destroy it first."

Nine statues, once activated, almost activate simultaneously.

By then, who knows what price will be paid.

This time, not losing any masters from the Four Sects is already incredibly lucky.

If all nine statues activate, disciples will definitely suffer losses, and that would not be perfection.

Thinking this, he hesitated no more, and activated the Jade Heaven Sword, slowly slashing towards the statue.

At the same time, he drew the aura of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree into the sword.

A sword light in the void condensed.

All the masters busy around raised their heads to look over.

They all sensed an overwhelming power manifesting, like a mountain pressing down.

Qi Qingmei and Zhou Chongming, along with others, emerged from a grand hall, standing on the steps, looking across.

Her bright eyes flickered, and she vanished in a blur, appearing next to Chu Zhiyuan in the next moment.

She looked at Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu helplessly whispered: "Senior Sister, Junior Brother insists on destroying this Evil Venerable Statue."

Qi Qingmei slowly nodded, gazing at the sword light condensing in the void.

This sword strike from Chu Zhiyuan was one of accumulated power, different from the previous strike.

The sword light was two zhang long and one meter wide, and after forming in the void, it slowly descended.

As it descended, it swiftly pulled the power of the void into his body.

As the void’s power infused, it became increasingly solid.

When the sword light descended onto the statue’s head, it was already akin to a giant sword.

The sword’s body was engraved with the two characters "Heavenly Sword," and covered with various strange patterns.

The sword exuded an astonishing oppressive force, making people avert their gaze unconsciously, instinctively wanting to distance themselves.

This sword’s power was too strong; none of the masters present could withstand it.

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion.

Golden light burst forth, like a sun leaping from the heavens and earth.

Chu Zhiyuan was pushed back three zhang by an invisible force, barely stopping.

Furious force surged forth, as raging waves crashed ashore, Lu Xiaolu and Qi Qingmei were also blown away.

They didn’t care about the oppressive feeling in their chests, staring wide-eyed at the statue.

A fine crack appeared at the statue’s brow, which swiftly spread downwards.

From the brow to the bridge of the nose, to the mouth, to the chest, to the abdomen.

"Snap." A crisp sound.

The statue split in two.

Chu Zhiyuan let out a long breath.