Chaotic Sword God

Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai blanked out. They had never expected Jing Mumu to remain so composed even in the face of danger. Did she want to leave the Taiji mountain range already?

“Jing Mumu, if you’re not leaving, then we’re leaving without you,” Sheng Zhibai said sternly and extremely hurriedly. The Blade Sect of Trickling Moon’s advantage in numbers was only becoming clearer now. More and more people were being freed up. If more people noticed them, then they would truly be done for.

However, their worries were realised very quickly. Three streaks of light shot over from afar, surrounding Sheng Zhibai, Sheng Zhiyi, and Jing Mumu in the blink of an eye.

The three disciples of the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon were all early Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals.

“Why are you still here? Do you want to die?” Jing Yao, who had drifted into the distance due to her battle, looked back. Seeing how the three of them were still around, she could not help but curse in exasperation. She wanted to assist them, but her opponents were two Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals. She was already stretched to her limit.

Surrounded by three Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals, Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai completely gave up on resisting. Their ancestor might have been an Immortal Exalt, but their personal strength was all too ordinary. They did not possess the ability to challenge those stronger than them.

Consequently, they did not receive any particular attention from their Immortal Exalt ancestor. They could only rely on the glory that came with their bloodline.

“Fellows of the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon, please do not do anything. T-the three of us will leave the Taiji mountain range by ourselves…”

“Yeah, we’ll give up on the Taiji spiritual Qi ourselves and leave the Taiji mountain range right this moment. You won’t need to expend any effort on us, fellows…”

Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai smiled dryly, wanting to avoid a bit of pain.

“If you were from another organisation, we obviously wouldn’t mind if you left the Taiji mountain range by yourselves, but you are disciples of the Black Demon Palace. Since you are from the Black Demon Palace, you can forget about leaving here so easily. You can leave your limbs behind first,” one of the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon said coldly. He wielded a blade, and his eyes shone with coldness that startled Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai. He directly swung the blade towards their arms.

Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai’s faces changed drastically. They could only hold their ground against regular late Xuan Immortals. There was basically nothing that they could do to Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals.

However, right when the blade was about to fall, the clear thrum of a sword rang out. In that split second, Jing Mumu had struck out. With a supreme quality immortal artifact sword in hand, she released a hazy ring of light and stabbed at the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon with lightning speed.

It seemed like a casual strike, but it contained the profound aura of the laws. The power of the attack could be described as startling. It completely surpassed the range befitting of Xuan Immortals.

The disciple from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon who slashed out only felt a blur before Jing Mumu’s sword had already arrived before him. He immediately felt a sharp prick on his forehead as if the sharp sword Qi had already pierced his head before the sword had even arrived.

Simultaneously, the power of the formation that protected the Taiji mountain range appeared, turning into a barrier around the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon.

Jing Mumu’s attack had failed to injure the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon in the end. It was blocked by the power of the formation.

The formation around the Taiji mountain range had already ruled the disciple as dead, expelling him from the Taiji mountain range.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye. Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai were not even able to react to what had happened yet, and a Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon had already vanished from before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, only two remained out of the three Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals that surrounded them.

But at this moment, the other two both stared at where the power of the formation had appeared in shock. They were dumbfounded.

They were left in a daze, but Jing Mumu remained on the move. Soon after sending off the first person, she struck out again. The supreme grade immortal artifact sword in her hand shone even brighter, erupting with startling sword Qi towards the second person.

The expression of the disciple of the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon under attack immediately changed drastically. He forcefully dismissed his thoughts and responded. His energy erupted as he struck out with his sword with a magnificent streak of light.

Clang!

The blade and sword collided, producing a clear clash. The shockwave directly sent Sheng Zhiyi and Sheng Zhibai flying.

However, the result of this forceful clash between a peak Xuan Immortal and an early Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal took everyone by surprise. The Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal actually staggered backwards uncontrollably. His blade had almost been knocked out of his hand.

On the other hand, Jing Mumu’s slender body was unshaken. Her feet seemed to be rooted deeply in the ground. She did not budge at all. Afterwards, the sword in her hand produced a beautiful afterimagine in the air, and she used the momentum to thrust out again, targeting her opponent’s forehead.

“T-this is a Xuan Immortal?” The Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon was shocked. He quickly tossed out a high quality immortal artifact bronze shield in front of him.

In the next moment, Jing Mumu shattered the bronze shield with a single attack. The tip of her sword shone with a cold sheen as it darted towards him with lightning speed and a presence of death.

The familiar power of the formation appeared once again. The second Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon had been eliminated, expelled from the Taiji mountain range under the protection of the formation.

In less than three seconds, Jing Mumu had eliminated two people with lightning speed, which left the last disciple of the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon in shock.

“A-are you really a Xuan immortal?” he said in shock. His eyes were wide open as if he was trying to see through anything that Jing Mumu was hiding.

However, no matter how he tried, Jing Mumu was only a Xuan Immortal when it came to both her presence and cultivation. She was not a Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal.

Jing Mumu’s gaze turned towards the last disciple. At that moment, she radiated with the presence of a peak Xuan Immortal, but she brought great pressure upon the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon, making him back away subconsciously.

Suddenly, he made an unexpected choice. He directly turned around and fled towards the rest of the disciples in the distance.

Jing Mumu had slain two Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals with lightning speed. This startling feat had already frightened him out of his wits. Even with his cultivation as a Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal, he did not have the courage to face Jing Mumu in battle.

However, Jing Mumu had no plans on letting him go. She formed a seal with both hands, and her sword erupted with blinding light before shooting off as a streak of light, tailing behind him.

She had used some kind of sword technique. The sword technique did not come from Jian Chen but the Nine Limits Saint!

The Nine Limits Saint was an extremely powerful Grand Exalt. How could the power of a sword technique left behind by a figure like be judged by common sense?

With a flash, the sword had already caught up with the disciple from the Blade Sect of Trickling Moon. His presence was locked onto, making it unavoidable.

Every hair on the disciple’s body pricked up. A chilling coldness infiltrated his bones. He had a strong feeling that he would not be able to endure this strike no matter what.

Once the sword landed, he would be dead no matter what.

However, right when the sword was about to land, the power of the protective formation appeared in time, forming a barrier in front of the sword.

The sword immediately halted, struggling to breach the formation’s obstruction. However, the attack this time was different from the previous two times. The two previous attacks were regular strikes from Jing Mumu, while this attack was a sword technique left behind by the Nine Limits Saint.

As a result, even though the sword had been blocked, a profound aura of ways breached the obstruction of the protective formation, forming a streak of sharp light that struck its target.