Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 399 - 183: Power of the Ancient Immortal

Luo Qingyao sped through the snow, surrounded by eleven similarly shaped flying swords of various colors, arrayed in a sword formation.

She cleaved through mountains and snow,

while attacking and killing the pursuers.

She was indeed not as adept at fighting in snowy mountains and forests as the locals of the Snow Mountain.

But she was strong enough, her Sword Intent fierce enough, her sword momentum majestic enough, and her Sword Qi swift enough. Even with the negative effects of clashing with the Great Dao and disrupted energy flow, she could still handle the pursuers behind her.

The people from the Ancient Immortal Tribe pursuing her were, at best, at the Early Stage of Integration, with the most formidable being an eyeless elder at the Fifth and Sixth Layers of Integration.

Such cultivation was insignificant before Luo Qingyao. In this regard, she and her senior brother seemed "cut from the same cloth," relying not on cultivation levels but on various Divine Techniques, killer moves, and exceptional battle instincts to battle across levels effortlessly.

Moreover, she had the Immaculate Sword Body, a physique with the potential to become a Great Sword Immortal.

Typically, a Sword Cultivator can control only one flying sword, those with talent can control two, and a sword genius like Jiang Maodian could control three. Controlling four was extremely rare, five could be counted on two hands across the Changsheng Continent, and even in the Sword Continent, controlling six was exceedingly rare.

Yet Luo Qingyao could control eleven.

And that was not her limit. Theoretically, the Immaculate Sword Body had no upper limit on Sword Control.

Reaching a broad terrain with limited escape space on a slope, Luo Qingyao suddenly stopped.

Without giving the pursuers behind any chance to react, the eleven flying swords shot out simultaneously.

"Break the Formation!"

"Ambush the Dragon!"

...

"Soul Slash!"

"Dragon Lift!"

...

"Reflect the Moon!"

"Flying Star!"

Her Great Dao was purely of the sword, without any other paths.

The eleven flying swords each rode a sword path, jointly forming her unparalleled Sword Dao.

She named her Sword Dao "Skyquake."

It had no special meaning, she simply thought it sounded cool. Initially, she wanted to name it "Qing-Sickness" or "No-Yao," but she thought those sounded too cheesy, even she couldn’t stand it.

None of the more than ten pursuers, except the eyeless elder, could survive a single round under her Sword Dao.

"You, you!" The eyeless elder looked at Luo Qingyao in utmost terror, the gel in his eye sockets almost solidified.

Luo Qingyao pointed a flying sword, Mo Ying, at him, and said coldly, "Ignorant tribe, a tribe with no ambition."

The eyeless elder’s neck tightened, and the gel in his eyes suddenly melted, pouring out a dazzling light directed skyward.

Luo Qingyao saw this unusual commotion, thinking he was about to self-destruct, she continuously dodged, but then realized something was amiss.

He was calling for reinforcements!

Damn!

Luo Qingyao was well aware that she mustn’t engage in a war of attrition now. As an outsider, she couldn’t replenish in the snow, and the immortal energy in her Dantian was depleting with every use!

She moved to strike down the eyeless elder with her flying sword, but at the next moment, a furious voice exploded in the sky:

"What audacious rogue, dares bully my tribe!"

A man, as tall as a bear and just over a meter high, suddenly descended from the sky, crushing Luo Qingyao’s flying sword into the snow with one foot.

Luo Qingyao hurriedly retrieved her flying sword and immediately fled.

With just one move, she knew she couldn’t match him at her current form. At her peak, perhaps, but not now! She had already sustained injuries at Silver Horse Peak before, and had just spent a lot of energy.

She had to escape!

But she couldn’t!

It wasn’t just that bear-like man — three or four dozen people, no, even more! At a glance, over a hundred people surrounded her, and more were coming from afar.

Luo Qingyao’s brow twitched, this was indeed the thousand troops and horses of the Snow Mountain Tribe assembling!

The terrain of Snow Mountain was perilous, and within the tribe, the members were incredibly united. This was their fundamental survival trait!

Luo Qingyao had no room for pleasantries. She looked far away, and the Silver Horse Peak, which was about to collapse, was now almost stabilized. Thus, these people could spare themselves to encircle and kill her.

She took a deep breath, eyes resolute.

As a Sword Cultivator, she could only die standing.

Besides, it wasn’t certain who would live or die! At worst, her body would be destroyed, her Dao lost, then she would be reborn in the Luo Family Incense Hall and tread the Immortal Path anew. But then, she’d lose this Immaculate Sword Body.

Come on, let’s fight!

Luo Qingyao’s aura climbed step by step, the sword momentum behind her condensed into a pair of dark green eyes.

These eyes gradually opened, emitting a majestic brilliance like the sky shaking.

Facing such brilliance, everyone’s hearts trembled involuntarily.

Yet at that moment, a voice rang in her ear, "Rest now, you don’t have to fight to the death. Leave the rest to me."

The eyes formed by the sword momentum abruptly closed again. Luo Qingyao’s aura quickly plummeted, her energy instantly drawn back into her body.

She looked to her side with delight.

Her senior brother had somehow appeared beside her.

Not only did she not know, but no one else knew how a man could appear so grandly.

No one felt his arrival.

Soon after, a dragon’s shadow manifested in the sky, shimmering with holy golden light against the clear sky.

The afterimage left by Dragon Walk detonated in the air, and the rushing airwave pinned the Ancient Immortal Tribe members’ legs nearly into the snow.

"Senior Brother! Are you okay! Is everything alright with you!" Luo Qingyao urgently grabbed Fan Wubing’s arm and incessantly asked.