Chapter 468: The Power of Ling Qingzhu!
As time passed, Su Rou's yuan power was nearly depleted. Her body bore heavy wounds, and as she looked up at the aloof group of Yuan Gate elders above the battlefield, a wave of despair crept into her heart.
"Su Rou, look out!"
A cry came from behind her, one of the disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace.
Biting the tip of her tongue to snap herself back to clarity, Su Rou felt her pores contract instinctively. Ahead, three sword strikes, each brimming with fierce yuan power, came slashing toward her from different angles.
The attacks were vicious, clearly launched by Yuan Gate experts whose strength was on par with Su Rou's. And now, with all escape routes cut off, there was no way she could defend herself in her exhausted state.
Staring at the incoming strikes, a bitter smile formed on Su Rou's lips.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a flash of azure light tore through the space and roared across the battlefield. Before the three Yuan Gate experts could even react, they exploded into clouds of blood mist.
Bang! Bang!
The azure light didn't stop there—it swept through the enemy ranks behind them, cutting down many more Yuan Gate disciples in a single stroke.
In an instant, a clear gap appeared within the previously overwhelming assault.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone, and the sounds of battle stalled.
The disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace blinked in shock, then turned toward the source of the attack. Their expressions instantly changed to joy.
From behind them walked a peerlessly beautiful woman in flowing white, long sword in hand. Her icy aura was stronger than ever.
"Senior Sister Qingzhu!"
Cheers rang out from countless disciples as they called her name. Their morale surged.
"Senior Sister!"
Su Rou cried out with joy as the white-robed woman approached her.
"You've all done well," Ling Qingzhu said softly, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at the injured Su Rou and the bloodied defenders around them. Her trembling hand clutched the sword tightly.
"It's our duty to protect the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace," Su Rou said with a determined shake of her head.
Ling Qingzhu nodded gently, then looked up at the sea of black clouds overhead. More Yuan Gate disciples poured from within.
At the very center, several elder figures stood cloaked in immense pressure that loomed over the palace like a mountain.
"Well, well… finally, someone worth looking at shows up. So, where's your Palace Master?"
Yuan Gate's Grand Elder, Lu Feng, stepped forward with a sneer.
"Oh… that's right. I almost forgot—I gravely injured her earlier. Perhaps she's dead by now?"
Rage surged through the disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. Their blood boiled at his words, their bodies shaking with fury.
"…You're the one who harmed my master?"
Ling Qingzhu's icy gaze locked onto Lu Feng. With a flick of her wrist, an overwhelming aura erupted from her body, rocketing toward the sky.
Just moments ago, their palace master had transferred her lifelong cultivation into Ling Qingzhu.
Now, Ling Qingzhu had stepped into the Reincarnation Stage.
And more than that—there was something far more dangerous about her aura than even those who had touched upon the Samsara Realm. It was terrifying.
Feeling her power, Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and sneered, "So your Palace Master gave you her full cultivation before she died?"
"That kind of transfer usually fails… and yet you survived it. Impressive."
"But even if she lost to me, do you think a junior like you can stand a chance?"
Ling Qingzhu's eyes remained fixed on him, cold as a winter moon.
Lu Feng's smile faded slightly, and he waved his hand. "Kill her."
"Yes!"
A Yuan Gate elder stepped out confidently.
Moments later, he was dead—slain instantly by Ling Qingzhu's sword.
Lu Feng's expression darkened. "Cheng Pu, Wang Su, Su Li—go. She's tricky. Be careful."
"Yes."
Three more elders emerged. All of them were peak Reincarnation Stage experts.
The three moved at once, surrounding Ling Qingzhu. Black light flickered in their eyes, and their overwhelming yuan power surged out in unison.
"Take her down—wipe out Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!"
Lu Feng shouted, unleashing another full assault as the three elders attacked.
The battle became even more brutal. The palace's defenders were cut down one after another.
But Yuan Gate's side also suffered heavy losses.
Seeing the slaughter around her, Ling Qingzhu's killing intent surged. She unleashed her full power.
In her eyes swirled chaotic light, and with a flick of her wrist, three sword beams shot forth.
Shhhh!
In a flash, she dashed past the three Yuan Gate elders.
As she calmly sheathed her sword, bloodlines opened across their necks, and their heads flew into the air.
Whoosh!
Three golden soul forms fled their bodies, trying to escape.
Ling Qingzhu's gaze turned icy. Three more sword lights streaked through the air—annihilating the souls on the spot.
In just moments, three top-tier Reincarnation Stage experts were dead by her hand. The battlefield froze in awe.
Hmph.
But even as she took them down, a muffled groan came from under her veil. Her shoulder was marked with three black palm imprints, blood soaking into her robe.
Ignoring the pain, Ling Qingzhu looked up, locking eyes with the aloof Lu Feng standing above.
"For someone so young, you're quite exceptional," Lu Feng said, his tone flat. "But this ends here."
"There are countless young men in this region who dream of you, but I find you utterly dull. I'll finish you myself, and then… no one in your palace will survive."
Whoosh!
Ling Qingzhu didn't answer. Her figure turned into a blur of green and red, and her sword shot toward Lu Feng like a bolt of lightning.
Buzz!
Just before the blade reached him, two dried fingers covered in black runes reached out and blocked it. Sparks flew as the terrifying sword light failed to leave a scratch.
The two clashed violently.
Even though Ling Qingzhu's strength was immense, she was still a step below Lu Feng. She was soon overpowered.
"It's over!"
Lu Feng sneered. His hand clenched, and a colossal blade of demonic energy formed—a thousand feet long, cleaving down toward the wounded Ling Qingzhu.
She had no strength left to defend. She could only stare as the massive blade descended.
"Senior Sister!"
Su Rou and the other disciples watched in despair as the blade fell.
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