An ancient demonic weapon, the Human-Blooded Demonic Harp, predates the Divine Weapon Sect, a demonic god born before the end of antiquity!
Even the usually unwavering Crown Prince Xu couldn't help but blink at the name of the Human-Blooded Demonic Harp.
An ancient demonic weapon, the Human-Blooded Demonic Harp, such a demonic god-like being—not only the Biyou Sect, but even the powerful within the seven prefectures of Xilan Province, or even within Xilan Province's Chief Governor, Xiongfeng City, might not be able to suppress it.
Demon slaying?
Demon-slaying Order?
A fight to the death?
At this moment, Crown Prince Xu began to suspect that this much-publicized demon-slaying war might very well bring tragedy and disaster to the Biyou Sect and even the entire Xilan Province cultivation world.
"Should we withdraw the Demon-Slaying Order?"
Crown Prince Xu asked.
Undoubtedly, in Prince Xu's view, only by revoking the Demon Slaying Order and halting the campaign against the Human-Blooded Demon Harp could the Biyou Sect be averted from disaster, and the entire Xilan Province cultivation world from a bloodbath.
"No, we cannot withdraw!"
Chu Huaiyuan had initially expected him to carefully consider this proposal, but unexpectedly, his response was resolute, without even a second thought.
Prince Xu was puzzled. This matter already concerned the very survival of the Biyou Sect; how could such a life-or-death situation be taken lightly?
"Although she is an ancient demonic soldier, brimming with murderous aura, it seems to me that she must have suffered a catastrophic event. Otherwise, how could she remain dormant in our tiny Biyou Sect?"
Chu Huaiyuan explained.
"If the legend is true, then even the supremely powerful in the Divine Realm would be powerless against the Human-Blooded Demon Harp in its prime."
"Oh?"
Prince Xu pondered.
"I assert that her current strength is even inferior to that of a member of my sect who has transcended the human tribulation."
Chu Huaiyuan spoke firmly, gazing at Meng Ling, who was waving a death signal in the distant sky.
"The supreme powerhouse of the Divine Realm..."
Crown Prince Xu knew the Divine Realm and what it was like.
The Divine Realm, the City of the Gods, is home to the supreme kings residing on the central land of the Tianhuang World. The City of the Gods looks down upon the world, towering over the vast expanse. Legend has it that within the City of the Gods lies the true God.
In the City of the Gods, geniuses abound, while unfathomable evildoers emerge endlessly. Furthermore, there are inheritors who have inherited the will of the gods, and the reincarnation of powerful beings is commonplace.
It can be said that the City of the Gods is where the truly powerful gather.
Before the City of Gods, the disciples of the Biyou Sect, a third-rate sect unknown within the entire state, didn't even qualify to enter. Compared to the powerful within the City of Gods, they were no better than ants.
"If she continues to grow stronger, she'll sooner or later attract the attention of the City of Gods. All we have to do is fan the flames."
Chu Huaiyuan harbored hidden motives and far-reaching plans. Meng Ling had nearly brought catastrophic disaster to the Biyou Sect, but with Chu Huaiyuan around, he naturally wouldn't watch it completely annihilate. His desires mirrored those of Prince Xu.
The Biyou Sect needed to be tempered, and every disciple within it needed to be tempered. After all, in the near future, the sect would take a major step forward. Outer disciples could be recruited, and as long as the elite disciples survived, the sect's vitality would not be lost. Even if all the outer disciples were killed or injured, it wouldn't be a major blow to the Biyou Sect.
This was a strategic move, and for Chu Huaiyuan, it was also a resolute statement to Xilan Province's governor, Xiongfeng City.
He had a single goal: to ensure the rise of the Biyou Sect, at any cost!
The Seven Great Prefectures had long established a strong foundation in Xilan Province. In his view, the only way for the Seven Great Prefectures to advance in status was to replace Xiongfeng City, Xilan Province's governor. However, this was inherently difficult, and the Seven Great Prefectures' status had essentially reached its peak. A breakthrough would be incredibly difficult. Unless a supremely gifted individual emerged from one of their families, sweeping across Xilan and attracting the attention of the City of Gods, coupled with their family's mediation, there would likely be a glimmer of hope.
However, compared to a third-rate sect like the Biyou Sect, the opportunity for advancement was enormous.
Xilan Province's seven prefectures and seven major factions are on par with each other—not too few, not too many. The governor, Xiongfeng City, controls vast resources and spiritual veins of heaven and earth. As long as a third-rate sect performs well enough, it's quite possible to foster a force on par with the seven prefectures.
The Biyou Sect has just found such an opportunity.
Deep within the Bikong Mountains, they discovered the remains of the Miaojian Martial Saint, the master of the once-powerful Miaojian Sect thousands of years ago—the Miaojian Arsenal.
Obtaining the Miaojian Arsenal would elevate the Biyou Sect's overall strength to a formidable level. Even Xiongfeng City would likely attach considerable importance to it, proving Biyou's status.
"It's time."
Gazing at the now-fiery Bikong City, Chu Huaiyuan suddenly soared into the air, charging towards the top of the Tianqing Palace like a gust of wind!
Chu Huaiyuan took action!
Crown Prince Xu, with a sudden impulse, followed closely behind him on his flying sword.
He had been holding back on taking action, aiming to hone the sect's disciples. Chu Huaiyuan was presumably well aware of this. Decades of relative tranquility in the immortal cultivation world had instilled a certain sense of superiority among these cultivators. They believed the demonic path was now completely in decline, unable to stir up any major disturbances. As righteous cultivators, they had gradually developed a habit of pampering.
But now that Chu Huaiyuan had decided to take action, Crown Prince Xu naturally had no choice but to act.
In Bikong City, over half of the outer sect disciples had been killed or injured. Vast swathes of corpses littered the blood-stained ground. The Biyou Sect now looked like a brutal battlefield.
Following Chu Huaiyuan closely, Crown Prince Xu soared on his sword, arriving above Tianqing Palace in the blink of an eye.
"It's the Grand Elder!"
As Chu Huaiyuan burst out of the Biyou Immortal Palace, the disciples, whose lives were hanging by a thread, cried out in surprise, as if they had found a savior.
"Venerable Huaiyuan, help!"
Some disciples couldn't help but let out shrill cries for help.
Seeing the sect practically transformed into a hellish asana, Chu Huaiyuan's usually calm face changed color slightly.
As the guardian of the Biyou Sect, Chu Huaiyuan felt a tinge of pity and pity.
Concentrating himself in the air, Chu Huaiyuan extended a hand, forcing aqua-blue energy to form a massive hand the size of a house. Its fingers curved, revealing the boundless power of water spirits surging within. A faint golden thread could be seen threading through the vast hand formed from the condensed water spirits.
Surviving the human tribulation, achieving the tenth level of the golden body!
If anyone had noticed this, they would have been astonished. Nine levels of innate human tribulation, tenth level of innate golden body—who could have imagined that the Biyou Sect possessed such a powerful guardian!
The only rumor circulating about the seven great prefectures was that they were guarded by tenth-level innate golden-body masters. Now that the Biyou Sect has also achieved such strength, it seems likely that the day when they can rival the seven prefectures is not far off.
Chu Huaiyuan unleashed a massive hand, like a divine aquamarine cloud, that instantly enveloped Ming Qi and Meng Ling.
From far in the air, Chu Huaiyuan suddenly flexed the five fingers of his right hand, and saw the giant hand suddenly open, transforming into a massive palm and slamming down on their heads.
Spiritual energy raged, and space churned. From the moment Ming Qi saw the giant hand soar and strike down, the moment was so fast that he had no time to react.
"Not good!"
Ming Qi cried out, his Vermillion Bird wings trembling violently, attempting to escape the giant hand's attack in that split second.
Buzz!
Meng Ling, however, remained unmoved. With a sudden flick of her ten fingers on the guqin, a tremendous surge of energy erupted like a surging river. A sword blade, pitch black as ink and as large as a tower, flew out from the guqin and pierced the heavens.
One palm, one sword.
The palm was as vast as a mountain, carrying the force of a thousand thunderbolts.
The sword's momentum was powerful, radiating boundless demonic energy.
The next moment, the palm and the sword clashed violently in the air. Black and blue intertwined, spiritual energy burst forth, and Ming Qi felt a thunderous explosion overhead.
"Hmm..."
Meng Ling's face paled, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood, her body teetering on the brink of collapse.
Chu Huaiyuan's judgment was correct. Meng Ling no longer possessed the supreme might of an ancient demonic warrior. Even her full-strength attack could not dispel the attack of a cultivator of the Tenth Level of the Innate Golden Body Realm.
Ming Qi reached out and grabbed Meng Ling, then, with a flutter of his wings, soared like an arrow to a higher altitude.
Swish!
The six elders followed, their hands continuously unleashing various magical powers.
Ming Qi pressed forward, steadily increasing his altitude. The pressure from the space grew increasingly intense. With only an acquired body, facing the overwhelming force of space, the heights he could reach were already reaching their limit.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a dazzling flying sword appeared before him, atop which stood a figure proudly.
Crown Prince Xu!
After severely injuring Meng Ling with a single blow, Chu Huaiyuan stood in the air with his hands behind his back, seemingly refusing to attack again. He simply observed everyone's actions coldly.
Ming Qi's expression turned slightly cold at the sight of Crown Prince Xu's cold gaze.
"Do you really want to kill us all?"
His voice was just as cold, his face revealing an unprecedented determination. "I was able to withstand your attack last time, and I can do so this time too!"
Clang!
Facing Prince Xu, Ming Qi shook the Nifeng Sword, which he had been tightly gripping, in the air, then released his grip.
The Nifeng Sword, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, fell rapidly like a fallen leaf.
Prince Xu's expression remained unchanged. He had given the Nifeng Sword to Ming Qi. Although he hadn't explained it directly, Ming Qi had already known its original owner over the past few days.
Now that Ming Qi had discarded the sword, his intentions were self-evident.
With the sword in hand, our bond remained. Without it, our bond is severed!
"Why are you so intent on siding with the devil?"
Prince Xu didn't look at the falling sword, but instead gazed at Ming Qi.
"Associating with the devil? Haha!"
Ming Qi acted as if he had encountered something ridiculous.
"Whether it's a demon or not, what's your business? Come!"
Ming Qi roared, shielding Meng Ling behind him once again. He soared higher into the air, his eyes like knives fixed on Crown Prince Xu!