Chapter 101 - The fourth Heaven Realm expert in the Western

Tuoba Cheng’s voice was high-pitched and could not conceal his excitement.

The sky rumbled continuously as sword lights intertwined.

After condensing the White Tiger Sword Momentum, he could fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert!

The fourth Great Cultivator of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was comparable to a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator!

At this moment, the originally nervous and afraid disciples of the Sword Sect were filled with anticipation.

This was the true foundation of the Western Frontier Great Sect!

Han Muye stood beside the Sword Pavilion Elder and looked at the sword light shining over.

Did the Nine Mystic Sword Sect still have any trump cards?

A half-step Heaven Realm expert was not scary.

What was terrifying was the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect behind him.

Sect Master Jin Ze had predicted everything. Had he predicted that the Sect Master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect had already entered the Heaven Realm?

The fourth Heaven Realm expert of the Western Frontier!

In front of such an expert, were any of their schemes useful?

Taking a soft breath, he took a step forward and stood in front of the Sword Pavilion elder.

There was no point in thinking so much.

They would talk about it after surviving that day’s dangerous situation.

In the sky ahead, sword light slashed over.

A faint sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.

The Sword Pavilion elder smiled.

“Kid, it’s not your turn to make a move yet.”

“Boom—”

As if in response to the Sword Pavilion elder’s words, a rumbling sound came from the void.

A Daoist in a green robe held a long sword. In a flash, he was already within a hundred miles.

Seeing this person, Han Muye was stunned.

He turned to look at Su Yuan, who was not far from the carriage, and then at the Sword Pavilion Elder beside him.

“Hehe, long time no see, Patriarch Tao Ran.” The Sword Pavilion Elder chuckled.

Patriarch Tao Ran!

The fire-type lineage Patriarch Tao Ran, who had betrayed the Nine Mystic Mountain back then!

“Master…” Su Yuan stood there with an emotional expression. His aura surged as he muttered,” The Sect Master really didn’t lie to me…”

‘I see!’

It was only at this moment that Han Muye finally understood!

The sect master asked Elder Su Yuan to use the Prairie Fire Sword Technique not only to attract the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, but also to attract Patriarch Tao Ran!

“I’ve been waiting for this day for decades!” Patriarch Tao Ran laughed at the sky and waved the sword in his hand.

“Clang—”

The sound of swords colliding could be heard, shaking the clouds for thousands of miles.

The Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang An, was forced back by a sword strike and retreated several miles!

Patriarch Tao Ran’s strength was terrifying!

“Disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, escort the Sword Pavilion Elder back to the mountain.”

Sect Master Jin Ze’s voice resounded for thousands of kilometers.

“Yes!”

Countless figures rushed towards the wilderness and formed a sword array, protecting the convoy.

“Elder, we’re here to bring you back to the Sword Pavilion.” Huang Six stood in front of the carriage with his long sword and said softly.

Behind him, Lin Shen, who was carrying a huge sword, held Lu Gao, whose face was covered in layers of white bandage.

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s gaze landed in front of him, then looked in the direction of the Nine Mystic Mountain in the distance.

On the other side, Sect Master Jin Ze, who was wearing a purple robe, had a solemn expression as he floated silently in the sky.

In the sky, ten half-step Heaven Realm experts fought, causing a mixing of the clouds and spiritual energy.

The strong wind wreaked havoc, and even the big tree that was as thick as a bowl was directly broken.

The scattered sword lights shattered the mountains with a single strike.

However, Jin Ze, the Sect Master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, did not care about any of this.

His gaze landed on the distant sky and the surging wind and clouds.

“Boom—”

The white tiger sword light of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect elder, Tuoba Cheng, exploded, and he quickly retreated.

In the end, his cultivation level was still too weak. He could only resist a half-step Heaven Realm expert with his sword momentum.

“Elder Tuoba, Su Yuan will help you.”

Below, a flame rose.

Prairie Fire Sword Technique.

Although it did not form a sword momentum, it still looked like a beacon.

Tuoba Cheng laughed, and the white tiger behind him condensed again. The sword light rushed forward and collided with the Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.

“Hmph, your Nine Mystic Sword Sect violated the ban and used the Prairie Fire Sword Technique. Are you bent on going against my Wind Spiritual Sword Sect?”

A voice sounded in the distance.

It was a Grand Elder of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect who was confronting the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“Against?” Patriarch Tao Ran’s voice was booming, as if he had endless suppressed power and wanted to release it.

“Then let’s go against each other!”

“I’ll show you what the true Prairie Fire Sword Technique is!”

As Patriarch Tao Ran finished speaking, a hot aura came from the void.

The power of this aura was too strong, dyeing the sky golden-red.

Zhang An, the Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, retreated hurriedly.

If he did not retreat, he would not be able to withstand this strike!

“You’ve always said that Prairie Fire is a fusion of the sword technique from your Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. Today, I’ll show you how to start a prairie fire without making use of the wind!”

Patriarch Tao Ran’s voice was domineering as the sword light in his hand slashed down!

“Without the help of the wind, the prairie fire will burn for a thousand miles?” Han Muye’s eyes emitted a deep light as he stared at the sword light in Patriarch Tao Ran’s hand.

‘I see!’

Sword light scattered, and endless flames surged.

There was no wind, but the flames swirled and moved without wind!

The fire alone became the source of momentum!

Han Muye clapped his hands loudly and shouted, “This is forming a Dao with flames!”

The Sword Pavilion elder beside him turned and looked at him in surprise. “Kid, you have some good judgment.”

“Patriarch Tao Ran has cultivated for a thousand years and his cultivation has already reached the peak of the Earth Realm.”

“If not for the obstruction of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, he might have advanced further with the help of the Dao of Fire decades ago.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder placed his hands behind his back and sighed.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid it will be difficult for him in his lifetime after all that…”

In the sky, the flames covered half of the sky. The clouds and smoke intertwined, causing the mountains and rivers to change color.

Zhang An, the Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, who had retreated a hundred miles, landed in the flames. His expression changed drastically.

Around him, sword light tore through the clouds, but he could not escape.

The cold sword light seemed to melt under the flames.

“Is this the pinnacle of flames?” Han Muye muttered softly.

He had sensed this power from certain sword techniques.

This was the same power as the sword momentum. It could be classified as a spell, but not completely.

“Patriarch Tao Ran entered and unleashed the Dao with the sword. This Prairie Fire is no longer a sword technique but a Dao technique.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder looked at the red clouds that filled the sky and said slowly.

Dao technique.

In the world of cultivation, the Great Dao was the priority.

In terms of killing, sword cultivators were number one.

In terms of comprehension and practising techniques, Dao cultivation was still better.

Patriarch Tao Ran’s flames burned fiercely, suppressing Zhang An.

In that day’s situation, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect actually had the ability to turn defeat into victory!

Below, countless disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were looking with glowing eyes.

If Patriarch Tao Ran could kill Zhang An, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would definitely become the second of the four major sword sects after that day.

No, the three major sword sects.

“Sect Master, save me—”

In the sky, Grand Elder Zhang An, who was surrounded by flames, suddenly shouted.

Sect Master?

Weren’t their sect master missing…

Han Muye shuddered.

The person Zhang An called was not the sect master of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, but the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect!

A Heaven Realm Great Cultivator!

“Boom—”

A strong wind blew between heaven and earth.

The raging flames were instantly extinguished, and the clouds in the sky turned into green fog.

“Senior Brother Yu He, long time no see.” A middle-aged Daoist in a green robe and a golden crown stood in the void. He looked at Elder Tao Ran and said calmly.

“If you return to my Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and return to becoming Tao Yuhe, I’ll spare your life.”

“After all, you were the one who taught me cultivation back then. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

The Daoist priest’s words were calm.

“Zhang Cheng, you’ve entered the Heaven Realm?” Patriarch Tao Ran looked at the person in front of him, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable emotions.

Zhang Cheng, the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

Chapter end