A clear, resonant sword cry split through the uproar of the battlefield, ringing crisply into every ear.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
On the distant horizon…
A golden streak tore through the sky.
That golden light was an ancient, unadorned longsword, trailing behind it a thousand-meter tail of blazing gold, like a falling star aflame — radiant beyond direct gaze.
Where it passed, the surging tide of the undead army below was obliterated instantly by the sheer edge of its sword intent.
In its wake, an enormous, straight, scorched trench was carved open across the sea of undeads—
As though splitting the entire battlefield in half.
Its speed escalated again.
In a flash of light—
That golden sword-light struck down upon the wrist of the colossal black hand.
Sssht—!
A soft sound like a blade slicing through rotten wood.
The massive wrist, condensed from overwhelming death-qi, was severed on the spot.
The black hand crashed down, dissolving into wisps of black smoke before it even touched the ground.
The severed cut was mirror-smooth, golden sword intent hissing at the edges as it burned the leaking streams of death-qi.
"AAAHHHHH—!!"
A wail of agony echoed across the battlefield,
jolting Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and the others back to their senses.
Seeing the familiar three-foot sword before them, Huo Wu's bright eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in delight:
"Li Zhexian!!"
As her voice fell—
the Qinglian Sword released a faint ripple of sword qi.
The sword qi shattered soundlessly, revealing the white-robed youth.
Seeing his friends unharmed, he let out a breath and smiled:
"Huo Wu, I came thousands of miles to save you all, and you badmouth me behind my back?"
Hearing that,
even Huo Wu's fiery temperament couldn't stop her cheeks from flushing red.
"Brother Zhexian…"
Huo Wushuang stepped forward joyfully.
But just then—
Four terrifying, sinister auras erupted at once, sweeping across the entire battlefield.
Thousands of undead Spirit Masters threw back their heads and howled; rolling black clouds gathered overhead, blotting out the sky.
The battlefield sank into shadow.
"Brother Wushuang, let me kill the enemies first—then we'll catch up."
With that, Li Zhexian shot into the air.
He hovered a few hundred meters before four figures wreathed in deathly mist, his white robes fluttering, gaze sharp as lightning.
"So it really is you."
Before him stood the once-dead Ghost Leopard, Devil Bear, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei.
But now, their eyes were murky, their faces pale and corpse-like, bodies wrapped in foul, rotting death qi—no trace of the living remained.
"Li Zhexian… long time no see…"
Devil Bear Douluo's mouth cracked open, revealing black, rotted gums — his smile twisted and ghastly.
Li Zhexian let out a soft snort.
"Not that long."
"In the Rakshasa Secret Realm, I thought you two had some ability—yet you didn't even dare show your faces."
"Trash is trash. Alive or dead, there's no difference."
"…!"
Ghost Leopard and Devil Bear's already gloomy expressions darkened further.
As undeads their emotions should have been dead and still—
But a single sentence had ignited their fury.
"Sharp-tongued brat…"
Ghost Leopard rasped, voice like sand scraping metal:
"No matter how talented you are, can you defeat all four of us Titled Douluo at once?"
"Titled Douluo?"
"Looking like this, you dare call yourselves 'Titled'?"
With a cold laugh, Li Zhexian stepped forward.
Seven Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet, their dazzling brilliance forcing back the surrounding black clouds.
"Seventh Spirit Ability — Qinglian True Body!"
As the gold seventh ring blazed—
The rolling black clouds instantly split apart, and a colossal Qinglian Sword hundreds of meters long descended from the heavens, its edge radiant enough to blind.
"When did he become this powerful?!" Devil Bear and Ghost Leopard were horrified.
Barely more than a year had passed since the Seven Sects Re-selection Conference—
Yet Li Zhexian's strength had soared far beyond their expectations.
"Together!"
They roared, death-qi surging as nine Spirit Rings rose one after another, Spirit Power erupting like a tidal wave.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei's rings rose as well—
But the two quietly took a step back.
They had personally fought Li Zhexian before.
They knew—
This youth's sword-dao was terrifying beyond imagination.
"Qinglian Sword Song — Eighth Form: Purifying Glaze!"
The Qinglian giant sword shimmered, transforming into a pure, flawless, glaze-like divine blade.
Its purifying power swept out in all directions—
The black clouds evaporated instantly; long-lost sunlight burst across the battlefield.
Even from a distance—
Yue Guan and Gui Mei felt their undead bodies react as though facing a natural nemesis.
As if in the next moment—
They would be completely erased.
"Run!!"
The two no longer hesitated—
They abruptly turned, abandoning Devil Bear and Ghost Leopard, fleeing as streaks of black light.
The giant sword hovered high.
Purifying, glaze-bright sword intent flooded downward.
The heaven-straddling Qinglian Sword, carrying world-cleansing force, crashed down upon Ghost Leopard and Devil Bear.
The sword had not even landed—
The pressure alone crushed the two from the sky.
Cracks spider-webbed wildly beneath them.
The burning, purifying aura swept outward like a tide, boiling away the death-qi permeating the battlefield with a violent hiss.
"GRAAAHHHH—!!"
Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear roared in defiance!
Boundless death qi took the form of a giant bear and leopard, charging upward—
only to melt instantly upon contact with the glazed sword light, like snow thrown into boiling water.
In the next instant—
The Qinglian Sword fell completely.
Where the light passed, all returned to purity.
Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear didn't even have time to scream; their undead bodies shattered inch by inch, turning into ash that scattered into nothingness.
And the purifying sword intent did not stop—it pierced deep into the earth…
BOOM—
BOOM—
The ground trembled violently.
From the point of impact—
A pillar of pure glaze-light surged skyward.
A circular wave of purifying sword intent burst outward—covering nearly a kilometer.
Within the circle, all death qi, filth, and undeads were annihilated.
The previously blackened, ruined ground was forcibly purified into a glass-like surface, reflecting sky and clouds.
Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and every Spirit Master and soldier of Blazing Fire City stared upward—
Their minds blank—
Fixated on the white-robed youth standing in midair.
One sword…
Two Titled undeads, along with countless undead Spirit Masters—
All annihilated.
What terrifying power!
"Is this… the Sword Wine Titled Douluo renowned across the world…?"
Someone murmured numbly in the crowd.
The next second—
Blazing Fire City erupted.
The Spirit Masters and soldiers, overwhelmed by shock and wild relief, let out thunderous shouts:
"Sword Wine Douluo is invincible!!"
The roar shook the heavens.
High above—
Li Zhexian wiped out the fleeing Spirit Douluo undeads with a single stroke—
But his brows suddenly knit tight.
"My Martial Soul True Body is fast… but Seniors Chen Xin and Feng Bailong should not be this late."
His expression changed sharply.
"Not good!"
Li Zhexian turned into a radiant sword streak, tearing through the sky as he sped back the way he came—vanishing from sight in an instant.
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