A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 452: Chapter 410: Execution and Retreat

Zhang Wei cried out in pain and abruptly turned around, only to see a flying sword stained with fresh blood finally manifest, gracefully spinning in the air.

His divine sense stirred, and he was shocked beyond measure.

Any spiritual artifact or magical artifact, capable of flying and injuring, must be controlled by its master through a connection of spiritual power and divine sense. Sensing this connection would allow one to trace back to the controlling practitioner.

But this flying sword had nothing supporting it above, below, or on either side, with no trace of any connection, making it impossible to discern its controller!

How is this done!

Upon closer inspection, this flying sword was crystal clear and transparent, very familiar.

Wasn’t this the weapon of the elder Hee Yangchen of the Xuanguang Sect!

Before he could react, the flying sword gave a delicate shake, shedding all traces of blood, and then vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Zhang Wei felt a chill down his spine, his body barely moved, when suddenly hundreds of transparent water whips emerged from the air, rushing violently like tentacles, wrapping around him!

Zhang Wei shouted, unleashing his remaining spiritual power, ignoring his still bleeding wound, wielding a sword and a knife, as thunder crackled and lightning erupted, frantically spinning to slash.

With a loud crack, a vortex of thunder erupted from the encirclement of water whips, and Zhang Wei’s divine sense briefly swept over the divine ship.

There were thirty to forty Yunshan disciples, each wielding magical artifacts, their spiritual power and divine sense intertwined, making it impossible to tell who was attacking.

This mysterious enemy, even now, could hide their cultivation, remain unseen, and maintain the spiritual pressure of a Qi Cultivator!

Zhang Wei felt a chill, gritted his teeth, and his figure flashed as he fled into the distance.

Seeing him flee, the mysterious person finally couldn’t hold back, transforming into escape light and pursued after him.

At this moment, an elusive, hazy, sometimes condensed, sometimes scattered Foundation Establishment spiritual pressure emanated!

It was an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Feathered Scholar.

Zhang Wei widened his eyes, twisted his body, and surged all his spiritual power into his sword and knife!

Finally, I’ve lured you out!

Dao Pattern: Thunder Born!

A strike from the sword and knife resounded, thunder fiercely surging, cracking emerged on both.

Thunder light surged, lightning streaked across the sky, amidst the azure, a touch of chilling purple raced out like a dragon or serpent towards the attacker!

Thunder light flashed quickly, before the person could react, they were hit directly by the azure thunder and purple lightning!

Only then did Zhang Wei see clearly, that the mysterious enemy was a graceful woman with bright complexion and immortal-like elegance.

Her appearance immediately reassembled an image Zhang Wei had seen before; it was the Sect Leader’s Disciple Wu Yan of the Yunshan Sect!

Wasn’t she a Late-Stage Qi Cultivator? How could she suddenly become Early-Stage Foundation Establishment?

No time to think; caught off guard and right in front of my azure thunder and purple lightning, she didn’t even use a Defensive Spiritual Artifact; if she’s not dead, she must be heavily injured.

Zhang Wei sneered, tightened his grip on the sword and knife, and with the last bit of spiritual power, retreated.

”Xuanguang Sect disciples, attack!”

However, the next moment saw the thunder blast explode, and within a realm of purple lightning and azure light, Wu Yan’s figure rippled like waves!

Zhang Wei stared wide-eyed, as the surrounding thunder crackled warnings, and suddenly a flying sword stabbed into his back, piercing his heart!

With a gasp, Zhang Wei spat out blood furiously, in his suddenly foggy vision, Wu Yan casually shifted position, as if never struck by thunder.

What is this? Dao Pattern?

...

Indeed, as an Honored Guest Elder, perhaps he shouldn’t have fought so desperately.

With endless doubt and regret, he forever sank into endless darkness.

Zhang Wei’s corpse plummeted straight down, amidst the awe-struck gaze of the Shuangye Alliance cultivators, with trembling cries of Xuanguang Sect disciples, as Wu Yan raised the Shadowless Sword high, loudly commanded: ”Shuangye Alliance, attack!”

Thunderous spiritual power light cannons exploded again, and Wu Yan’s agile figure flashed once more, she retracted the Foundation Establishment spiritual pressure, but the water whips, cannons, needles, and tornados that mysteriously appeared in the air, plus the death-shadow-like Light-Piercing Shadowless Sword, left Xuanguang Sect disciples unable to react, falling dead and wounded under their elusive attacks.

Bang!

The second Floating Battleship of Xuanguang Sect exploded, screams from the ship’s cultivators echoed.

On the remaining three Floating Battleships, Xuanguang Sect disciples had long lost their morale, with large numbers abandoning ship, scattering wildly in all directions.

Xu Chengyun, amid attacking Wang Yu, suddenly looked up at the distance. Why had yet another Floating Ship of theirs been destroyed?

Where was Zhang Wei? Why was there no trace of the Foundation Establishment Escape Light?

He paused amidst suspicion, granting Wang Yu, who was utterly exhausted, a moment to catch his breath, which he used to muster his qi and emit a long roar.

From afar, where Wu Yan was about to press on and completely destroy the Xuanguang Sect fleet, she heard the distant roar, her expression shifted.

It was Wang Yu’s retreat signal. ℯ

Such a shame if I only had the time of another incense stick...

Wu Yan felt unwilling, but she had to order a rapid retreat.

Thus, three Divine Ships, bearing some damage, launched a final round of cannon fire, shattering multiple fleeing flying spiritual artifacts of the enemy, sending Xuanguang Sect disciples screaming as they fell from the clouds, then sailed away at full speed, leaving the battlefield.

Meanwhile, having emitted the long roar, Wang Yu was already on his last legs, struggling even to stand.

His left arm hung limp, the round shield had long shattered, blatant wounds covered his body. Invisible sound waves caused slicing wounds, bludgeoning impacts left blunt wounds, and the flying sword inflicted penetrating wounds, some wounds even exposed bone and organs!

With such injuries, ordinary people would have died several times over!

Yet Wang Yu still managed to summon a breath of essence qi, wielding his halberd in combat. Among his attackers, two were Late-Stage Foundation Establishment, and one was Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment, clearly crushing him and pushing him to the brink, yet failing to kill him.

Several times it seemed successful in killing him was in reach, only to miss by a tiny margin.

Wang Yu was like a tough leather drum, heavy hammer blows dented its surface, only to rebound, never tearing.

Moreover, since the fight’s onset, both Wangg Hao and Liang Zhixing, who were directly engaging Wang Yu, inexplicably found themselves poisoned. It became evident the poison on Wang Yu’s halberd was unbelievably sinister, spreading upon mere contact.

In this manner, Wang Yu, an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment, withstood their collective assault for the span of a cup of tea!

The awe of Xu Chengyun and Wangg Hao was undeniable; how, besides that thief Lu Qian from the Yunshan Sect, had such a troublesome cultivator emerged!

Wang Yu must be slain here, allowing him to grow was unacceptable!

Xu Chengyun gritted his teeth, dismissed the distant Floating Ship battlefield, and swept his fingers, rejoining the battle.

You must die, escape is impossible!

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the ground, familiar spiritual pressure rose anew, the figure extended a palm, an explosion of mirage cloud enveloped everyone.

Dao Pattern: Mirage Qi!