Chapter 1707: Liu Ye Joins the Battle

Dongli Realm, South Sea.

In a vast, cloudless expanse of blue sea, Wang Qingshan was in hot pursuit of Zhao Hengbin.

Zhao Hengbin's face was pale as he rode a massive, crimson tiger.

“You think you can leave? Offer your head as a sacrifice to my cousin!”

Wang Qingshan's cold voice resonated, his face etched with murderous intent.

Wang Qingshan had meticulously recorded every Nascent Soul cultivator who attacked Green Lotus Island. He had sworn an oath before Wang Qingjun's grave to eradicate them all.

In every battle, Wang Qingshan made it a point to confront the Nascent Soul cultivators responsible for attacking Green Lotus Island.

With a swift activation of his sword art, the nine Azure Glaze Swords each burst forth with blinding azure light. Their resonant hum grew intense as the nine swords rapidly spun in the sky, transforming into nine azure lotus flowers, each about a zhang in size. With a swift rotation, these nine azure lotuses shot directly towards Zhao Hengbin.

Zhao Hengbin let out a soft snort. With a flip of his palm, a flash of black light appeared, revealing a palm-sized black inkstone in his hand.

The black inkstone had an antique design, with ink slowly flowing within its grinding well.

Zhao Hengbin tossed the black inkstone into the air and infused it with a spell. The inkstone immediately radiated dazzling dark light, its size rapidly expanding to over a hundred zhang.

The grinding well of the black stone inkstone tilted downwards, and a stream of ink, emitting a fragrant aroma, poured forth. It descended like a black waterfall, suspended horizontally above the sea.

Wang Qingshan activated his sword art, and the sound of swords roared like thunder. Dense azure sword qi swept out, forming a towering sword light hundreds of zhang long. With devastating force, it slashed towards the black waterfall.

The towering sword light struck the black waterfall, but it was like mud sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Wang Qingshan frowned, then flipped his hand to retrieve the spiritual treasure, the Azure Lotus Sword.

With a muffled 'whoosh,' a patch of azure flame appeared on the blade of the Azure Lotus Sword, and the temperature instantly soared.

Holding the Azure Lotus Sword, he unleashed a slash at the black waterfall through the air.

With a sharp crackling sound, the void vibrated and distorted. A towering sword light, over a thousand zhang long, flashed forth and cleaved directly towards the black waterfall.

The black waterfall was shattered like thin paper by the towering sword light. The sword light then struck the black inkstone, sending it flying backward.

The nine azure lotus flowers rushed forward, poised to strike Zhao Hengbin.

The massive crimson tiger beneath Zhao Hengbin let out an angry roar. The void vibrated, and a reddish sound wave swept out, meeting the nine azure lotus flowers.

The nine azure lotus flowers collided with the reddish sound wave, successively flying backward and reverting to their original sword forms. They then surrounded Zhao Hengbin. The nine Azure Glaze Swords began to vibrate, their hum incessant, and specks of azure light appeared in the void, transforming into numerous palm-sized azure lotus flowers.

“A sword formation!”

Zhao Hengbin’s expression turned grim. A look of madness appeared on his face, and spiritual light erupted from his body. His entire being merged into the massive crimson tiger. Dazzling firelight erupted from the tiger’s body, and its head twisted and deformed, suddenly revealing a human face—it was Zhao Hengbin. The massive crimson tiger’s aura surged, rapidly advancing from a low-grade fourth-tier to a high-grade fourth-tier.

Dense azure lotus flowers assailed it from all directions, striking the massive crimson tiger like sharp swords. A muffled 'clang, clang' sound resonated as the azure lotus flowers seemed to collide with an unyielding wall of bronze and iron.

The massive crimson tiger let out a furious roar, and countless crimson flames surged around its body. Specks of firelight appeared in the void, transforming into thousands of crimson fireballs, like myriad stars in the high sky.

The dense crimson fireballs swept out in all directions with astonishing momentum. And that wasn't all; the massive crimson tiger flapped its wings fiercely, and a dozen or so reddish hot winds appeared out of nowhere, sweeping outward.

A thunderous rumble!

After a tremendous roar, the nine Azure Glaze Swords were sent flying backward. A piercing sound of tearing air rang out, and a long azure rainbow shot forth, striking the massive crimson tiger with thunderous force.

The massive crimson tiger opened its gaping maw and spewed forth rolling flames, striking the long azure rainbow.

The crimson flames struck the long azure rainbow, which immediately halted, revealing its true form: a dazzling azure flying sword with an azure lotus pattern on its hilt—it was none other than the Azure Lotus Sword.

The azure flames on the Azure Lotus Sword spread, and the crimson flames abruptly dissipated.

The rolling flames split into two, and the long azure rainbow plunged into the massive crimson tiger’s mouth, then shot out from its abdomen.

With a flash of azure light, the long azure rainbow transformed into Wang Qingshan. He held the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand, his face slightly pale.

With his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, employing the secret art of Human-Sword Unity, even a late-Nascent Soul cultivator could not withstand such a strike.

Just then, the void above Wang Qingshan’s head rippled, and specks of azure light appeared, forming an azure dragon claw over thirty zhang in size, which reached for the crown of Wang Qingshan’s head.

Wang Qingshan reacted quickly, slashing his Azure Lotus Sword at the void above his head.

Sparks flew as Wang Qingshan felt an irresistible, immense force assault him, rapidly sending him plummeting towards the sea surface.

The sea surface violently churned, raising massive waves over a hundred zhang high. An azure flood dragon, over a hundred zhang long, emerged from the sea. This was a fifth-tier flood dragon, none other than Long Xiaoyao.

The azure flood dragon opened its gaping maw and let out a loud dragon roar. A powerful suction force appeared out of nowhere, drawing Wang Qingshan rapidly towards its mouth.

Just then, a golden lightning gleam illuminated the void above the azure flood dragon’s head. A continuously glittering golden flying sword appeared out of nowhere, its blade enveloped by countless golden electrical arcs. Its spiritual energy was overwhelming; it was clearly a spiritual treasure.

Countless golden electrical arcs surged from the golden flying sword, forming a golden rainbow over a hundred zhang long, which slashed towards the azure flood dragon.

Caught off guard, the azure flood dragon failed to evade and hastily spat out a gust of hazy azure wind.

Sparks flew as the hazy azure wind was shattered by the golden rainbow. The golden rainbow struck the azure flood dragon’s left horn, breaking it. The azure flood dragon let out a pained roar, and its body radiated intense azure light, transforming into Long Xiaoyao’s human form. There was a finger-sized bloody hole on his head.

“Which fellow Daoist is lurking in the shadows? What kind of skill is it to hide in the dark?”

Long Xiaoyao said, his face cold.

“You, a Soul Transformation cultivator, attacking a Nascent Soul junior—what kind of skill is that? You dare to lay hands on my grand-disciple? Do you truly believe I wouldn’t dare to eradicate all your Heavenly Wave Sect’s low-tier cultivators?”

A cold, emotionless male voice suddenly rang out, and just as the words finished, Liu Ye flew from a distance, stopping high in the sky with an indifferent expression.

“Disciple pays respects to Grandmaster Liu.”

Wang Qingshan’s face lit up with joy upon seeing Liu Ye, and he hastily bowed in salute.

“Hmph, as if we wouldn’t dare to strike at your low-tier cultivators.”

Long Xiaoyao said with disdain.

“Then try laying hands on a disciple of my Grand Unity Immortal Sect. Let’s see if my sword is faster, or if your physical body is tougher.”

Liu Ye’s face was etched with murderous intent. Three flying swords of different colors shot out, hovering above his head. Each flying sword was a spiritual treasure.

During the outbreak of the Spirit Severing Qi, the Dongli Realm was not idle. Major forces had produced many rare materials to refine spiritual treasures.