World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 371: The Daoist Sects Fury! The Immortal Arrives to Help! (II)
After getting this far, I'm supposed to just abandon those behind me and retreat in disgrace? There's no way I can accept that.
"I am very much afraid of death..."
Wang Sheng breathed in deeply. He felt the medicinal energy spreading inside him, granting him a faint trace of enchanted power. He then pulled out multiple talismans: Vajra Talisman for protection, Ape's Leap Talisman, Godspeed Talisman, Flight Talisman....
"You have already done your best. Forcing yourself further would be going too far."
"I still have my sword techniques," Wang Sheng replied.
He tried to grip Spiritless, but his right hand trembled, a consequence of sending out his Nascent Soul to fight. Recovering would take time.
Even so, he braced himself on the longsword, forcing himself upright. He swayed on his feet, Spiritless barely held level in front of him. The moment he looked at the enemies before him, the Dark Faction cultivators who had been about to charge retreated again.
"Kill him," Galina coldly commanded.
Though her aura had weakened by nearly twenty percent, she slowly rose to her feet, completely unscathed. The terrifying regenerative power of the Blood Race left Wang Sheng speechless.
He had no strength to waste on words. He desperately absorbed primal qi, preparing for one last attack. Though Spiritless trembled in his hand, his eyes did not waver. On the contrary, they seemed to be roaring, "Come! Fight me!"
He looked at his enemies once more, and the Dark Faction experts retreated again.
At the edge of the array, a well-dressed old man with snow-white hair rushed forward and planted himself in front of Wang Sheng. "Go, Daoist Master Wang!"
Immediately after, four men and a woman dashed out from the edge of the array and stood in a line before him.
Wang Sheng frowned, but he could only tilt his head back and sigh. His eyes stung faintly.
One by one, the civilians stepped out and formed a wall around him, shielding him.
A child tried to rush out but was held back. More people rushed out of the array one after another, their eyes firm despite being filled with fear, terror, and anger.
"Leave, Daoist Master Wang! We will hold them off for a while," a girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, cried out behind him, her voice breaking. "Thank you for coming to save us. Now, go, please! You can't fight so many of them alone!"
"Go, Daoist Master Wang!"
"Go! Even if one of us survives, that'll be good enough! When I reincarnate, I will find a master to learn Daoist arts and then kill these bastards!"
"Daoist Master Wang..."
"Daoist Master Wang!"
Wang Sheng clenched his left fist tightly. He wanted to charge out, but Spiritless released a burst of spiritual light and wrapped it around him.
"Enough!" Galina suddenly roared. A blood-red energy sphere condensed in her hand. Her eyes burned with fury as she hurled it straight at Wang Sheng.
He tried to leap up to meet it, but Spiritless forcibly dragged him down. The old man before him threw himself toward Wang Sheng, intending to block the vampire queen's attack with his powerless mortal body.
Enchanted power! Nascent Soul! Sword intent!
Yaoyun... Yaoyun!
Wang Sheng's eyes nearly split apart with rage. He screamed endlessly in his heart, yet he could only watch as the "sphere of despair" closed in.
Using the last of her spirit power, Yaoyun formed a faint array under his feet. It could send him straight back to the Hua Republic.
He slowly closed his eyes. Unbearable powerlessness burned in his Dao Heart.
"You have already done all you can," Yaoyun said softly.
With the array about to activate. Wang Sheng's eyelids drooped with exhaustion. Around him, many people rushed forward, trying to shield him with their flesh and blood, but they were far too late.
He dared not look at their faces, yet he knew he would carry their memory for life, along with his helplessness in this moment.
He had to grow stronger. Strong enough to protect all that he wished to protect.
"I'm sorry..."
Just before his eyes closed, Wang Sheng saw a wisp of gray mist appear out of nowhere. It wrapped around the incoming blood sphere and dragged it into the sky. High above, a star seemed to flicker faintly.
Wang Sheng felt someone grab his arm. The array under him abruptly vanished, and the mortals rushing toward him suddenly stopped in place. It was as though time itself had stopped.
A slender hand, like flawless white jade, reached out and brushed across his cheek, then jerked back as if electricity had shocked it. He then heard a sigh and a familiar voice.
"Everything will be fine."
Wang Sheng turned his head in shock, finding a woman with neatly tied-up white hair. His tension eased, and he went limp.
The Nascent Soul he had been forcing nearly lost all its light. His qi sea fell silent. His Heavenly Abode dimmed.
The one who caught him laid him down gently so he could sit cross-legged. With a flick of her slender hand, the mortals were pushed back and sat near the dome.
They stared dumbfounded at the woman before them. Though she looked young, her aura made her seem much older. Even they could tell that she was an immortal.
Strands of immortal light gathered at Wang Sheng's shoulder. A tiny fairy reappeared, her face as cold as ice.
"Lady Meng, do not let a single one escape."
"Yes, Your Highness," Lady Meng replied reverently.
She closed her left hand, and a wooden staff appeared within it. Afterward, she turned and fixed her eyes on the wary vampire queen. A hint of anger spread across her calm features.
She tapped her staff lightly on the ground. A dim gray light flickered at its tip, instantly transforming kilometers of land into a massive array circle.
The foreign corrupt cultivators had no time to react. From the array's perimeter, gray mist surged skyward, instantly filling the skies and forming a thick barrier on every side.
"You barbarians have rejected guidance, slaughtered innocents, defied the Heavenly Court, and insulted its princess! Your crimes can only be punished with annihilation!"
A muffled explosion echoed. At Lady Meng's side, streams of gray mist surged from the ground and condensed into a massive stone archway. Hanging from it was a plaque with large characters.
Nether Gate.
For a moment, the experts of the Dark Faction were thrown into panic. Many stood frozen in confusion, at a loss for how to respond.
Only Galina, who now frowned tightly, could sense just how powerful the immortal truly was. If she attacked recklessly, the immortal could instantly wipe them out.
Lady Meng walked to the front of the Nether Gate. Raising her staff again, she slowly said, "Unfortunately, as an immortal, I'm duty-bound to avoid committing slaughter. Hence, I instead call upon the cultivators of this world to step forth and settle this matter!"
She brought her staff down. Behind her, the Nether Gate flared dazzlingly, as if a pair of invisible doors were slowly being pushed open. Three slender figures dashed forward first. The first two were women of extraordinary and rare beauty, while the third, enveloped in enchanted power, was a young girl still carrying the innocence of youth.
Mu Wanxuan, Xi Lian, and Wang Xiaomiao glanced around them and then swiftly rushed to Wang Sheng, all of them filled with urgent concern.
Even though Xi Lian had brought Wang Xiaomiao with her, Mu Wanxuan still reached Wang Sheng first. With a desperate expression, she immediately pressed her small hand against his back and probed his condition. She nearly broke into tears.
"Little Fei Yu! What happened to you!"
"Big Brother! Are you okay?!"
"I—" Wang Sheng coughed weakly.
Mu Wanxuan quickly realized that although his internal injuries were not too severe, he was in an overall extremely poor condition. She immediately stopped injecting her Yang Enchanted Power. Right now, he had to recover slowly through quiet rest. Forcing it would only cause greater harm.
Mu Wanxuan knelt beside him. Covering his pierced left shoulder, she turned her head to the group of corrupt cultivators whom Lady Meng had cowed.
"Xiao Miao," Mu Wanxuan called softly. She carefully pushed Wang Sheng into Wang Xiaomiao's arms and then rose to her feet.
In the depths of her eyes, tiny Tai Chi diagrams appeared. Her aura surged higher and higher. The fury within her gaze seemed ready to ignite the very primal qi of the land!
With a grim expression, Xi Lian scanned the field. She then stood at Mu Wanxuan's side and held her back, stopping her from taking the lead. A single lock of the silvery-white hair at her forehead turned blood-red.
Xi Lian's lips curved into a charming smile. "You foreign cultivators truly have a death wish."
She stepped forward, releasing a terrifying momentum. Her beautiful eyes locked onto the vampire queen.
Galina's frown deepened. Floating in the air, she felt as if she were facing an overwhelming foe. Her instincts screamed for her to retreat.
At that moment, Xi Lian flickered and reappeared right in front of Galina, leaving behind only a few afterimages. She leaned forward and punched her.
Galina managed to lift her longsword to block, but the impact still sent her flying.
Speed? Power?
Xi Lian's eyes narrowed as she smiled. With a strangely alluring tone, she remarked, "You dare to hurt our Little Fei Yu? I'm going to tear you apart."
Ignoring the panicked corrupt cultivators below, she walked forward casually and instantly vanished again. A sonic boom echoed in the distance as she reappeared before Galina.
Meanwhile, Mu Wanxuan rapidly formed signs with both hands, covering the lands a thousand meters around them with the Yin-Yang Grand Formation. It infused the dozens of figures emerging from the Nether Gate with yin-yang qi.
She then silently charged into battle.
By now, over sixty Daoist masters had stepped out of the Nether Gate, among whom were more than a dozen white-haired Daoist elders. At the very front, four rose into the air together.
The Celestial Master of the Longhu Mountains shook both sleeves, sending countless talismans flying. They filled the sky, seemingly blotting out the sun.
Around Qing Long of the Sword Sect hovered six flying swords. With a casual gesture, he made them fly forward, unleashing a storm of sword radiance across the skies.
Another Daoist elder gripped a mahogany sword and drew talismans in midair. Dark skies quickly filled the sky within the grand array that Lady Meng had set up, and countless bolts of lightning gathered, ready to strike.
Beside them stood Qing Yanzi, blazing like the rising sun. His clenched fists trembled with fury, and the fire in his eyes seemed ready to incinerate everything before him.
"Attack!" Qing Yanzi's thunderous roar shook the heavens. His wrath had already reached its peak.
From below, the sixty Daoist masters who had exited the Nether Gate charged onward. Their attacks scattered like celestial maidens casting blossoms, each rising into the sky with overwhelming force.
Primal qi surged in waves. Enchanted power roared like a torrent. Hundreds of Daoist arts descended upon their enemies.
The Celestial Master pressed down with his palm, and the myriad talismans in the sky transformed into sharp arrows and icicles. Tens of thousands of arrows instantly rained down on the battlefield!
The Daoist elder lightly shook his mahogany sword, and countless bolts of lightning crashed down from the heavens. Blinding flashes illuminated the pale faces of the panic-stricken corrupt cultivators below.
"Fight back!" the Fire Lord bellowed, his flames soaring higher as he tried to rally his allies' morale.
However, the flames around him suddenly twisted, and two completely opposite forces rose under him. Caught off guard, the massive Fire Lord was wrenched upward into the sky. From the front, Mu Wanxuan leaped. She opened her left hand and thrust a rapidly spinning Tai Chi diagram straight toward his forehead.
The Fire Lord roared, his flames surging outward. He punched the Tai Chi diagram to crush Mu Wanxuan, who was clearly weaker than him. However, he had no idea what kind of enemy he now faced.
Before his attack could land, dozens of flying swords streaked through the sky toward him. Seven to eight bolts of lightning also crashed down from above, and several artifacts with radiant light trailing behind them smashed against him.
Fei Yu was already gravely wounded. The Daoist masters naturally could not allow their enemies to harm Bu Yu as well.
Qing Long pointed at the Fire Lord with a sword finger gesture, guiding his swords forward.
Wind-Chasing Dual Swords: Ocean-Splitting Triple Swords!
