This sword, with its earth-shattering aura and imbued with Ming Qi's reborn murderous heart, flew out like lightning, slicing a brilliant blood-red rainbow across the sky.
Yan Kang soared swiftly. However, as a member of the Dongling Chifu, whose primary focus was on summoning talismans, his cultivation wasn't focused on physical movement or frontal combat techniques. He now regretted not devoting even a fraction of his time to cultivating and mastering these skills.
Both men moved with incredible speed, soaring high above Qiankun Mountain in the blink of an eye.
Ming Qi let out long howls, spurting blood. A blood-red rainbow trailed behind him, like the tail flame of a rocket.
With the blood shadow's acceleration, the distance between Ming Qi and Yan Kang rapidly closed.
Yan Kang didn't dare look back. He knew the terrifying giant sword behind him, like the sword energies, would follow him.
At this point, Yan Kang had already imbued himself with at least six layers of protective qi, completely depleting his true essence. But he felt completely unsure. Accustomed to using powerful summons to fight monsters, he was no more than a three-year-old in a direct battle like this.
The shrieking sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air echoed from behind him, mingling with the opponent's heart-wrenching roar.
Yan Kang's eyes twitched involuntarily. He gritted his teeth, and his hands transformed again. More bizarre talismans appeared before him. One affixed to his back and instantly transformed into a pair of wings.
The other talismans transformed according to some mysterious method. Immediately, the space around him violently trembled, and three ferocious monsters suddenly appeared.
This time, Yan Kang was desperate, pulling all his summoned monsters towards him through the air. If this couldn't stop his opponent's attack, his chances of escape would be extremely slim.
Puff!
The blood-red giant sword, more than ten meters long, had somehow expanded to dozens of meters. Arcs of electricity coiled around it, and swirls of blood energy swirled around it. This illusory giant sword seemed capable of slaying gods and demons.
The tip of the sword first pierced the several-meter-long tiger-shaped monster blocking the outermost barrier. The sword penetrated like a tofu, smashing the summoned monster into shattered shreds without any resistance.
The second monster followed, the long sword charging forward, unstoppable, instantly crushing any enemy that stood in its way!
"Old Yan Kang, today is your day!"
Ming Qi, like a maniac, shouted and cursed, completely devoid of his usual fighting spirit.
He looked utterly devastated. Having expended so much energy and blood, he feared he wouldn't be able to rise again after this battle. Even so, he had no intention of letting Yan Kang go, not even the thought.
He had only one thought in mind: to kill this man, and then return to annihilate all who had attacked the Liuli Holy Land.
The soul of slaughter seemed to have fully awakened, leaving Ming Qi no longer afraid of the word "fear" on his path.
As the blood-red giant sword pierced the third summoned monster, Yan Kang seemed to sense his impending death and desperately began to summon his martial spirit. But it was too late. His true essence was completely depleted, and summoning a martial spirit was no easy task!
Chi!!!
The blood-red giant sword completely impacted Yan Kang's body, and then, as always, it charged forward.
Ming Qi's eyes were like the eyes of a god of death, reaping life, his face as sharp as a knife, trembling violently.
The dozens-meter-long blood-red giant sword had finally completed its mission, vanishing into thin air without a trace.
After watching Yan Kang being struck by the blood-red giant sword with such precision, Ming Qi's eyes finally closed in weakness, and almost instantly, he and Yan Kang fell downwards.
Struck by the Azure Blood Sky Slash, Ming Qi knew Yan Kang was doomed.
With Yan Kang dead, the crisis facing the Glazed Holy Land was essentially resolved. Although the Mo and Yan families would inevitably launch another counterattack, that was a matter for the future.
This life-or-death battle completely drained Ming Qi's true energy and mental strength. He was now utterly exhausted, his only thought being a good rest, free from all external distractions.
Yan Kang was already silent, plummeting like a sandbag.
Though Ming Qi's life wasn't in imminent danger, he still had no strength to control his descent, and his speed was equally rapid. But at that moment, a golden bridge suddenly shone in the sky ahead, and a figure sped along it.
The golden wings stood out against the vast night sky, further accentuating the girl's breathtaking beauty.
Mo Changli stared intently at Ming Qi's rapid descent. The golden wings behind her gently spread, and she glided through the air, tracing an arc like a dark crescent moon before drifting down.
With incredible grace, she glided swiftly to Ming Qi's side and held him.
Faced with both families deploying Martial King-level warriors, they offered little resistance. However, the Celestial Clan, possessing mysterious bloodlines, were not easily captured. She and Wei Silong fled the Glazed Sacred Land together. After some discussion, Wei Silong returned to his clan to seek help, while she wandered the area within a hundred miles of Qiankun Mountain, awaiting Wei Silong's reinforcements while hoping for Ming Qi's miraculous return.
Unfortunately, she didn't encounter Ming Qi upon his return. However, it was precisely this, by some stroke of luck, that saved Ming Qi from the tragic fate of falling to his death after surviving the battle.
When Mo Changli brought Ming Qi back to the Glazed Holy Land, the battle was nearing its end.
Without the presence of a powerful Martial King, the combined attack by the two families posed no threat, leaving only pursuit.
Ming Qi had already awakened, and all the combatants quickly gathered towards the Glazed Hall.
Seeing that most people were safe and sound, Ming Qi felt a sense of relief. It was precisely Yan Kang and Mo Zhonglong's overcautiousness that had prevented the future of the Glazed Holy Land from being completely destroyed.
Still, over ten disciples perished in the attack, a fateful outburst of anger that filled Ming Qi.
At this moment, he had two more targets on his mind: the Yan and Mo families.
Ming Qi sat at the highest point, an unnatural flush swirling across his pale face.
"Where's Lao Wu? Where are those arbitration and law enforcement guards?"
Ninth Sister lowered her head and whispered, "The Immovable Heavenly Gate was attacked a few days ago, and they... all withdrew."
Ming Qi gritted his teeth and said nothing. Lao Wu was a Divine Martial Guard, directly under the command of the Divine Realm. The attack on the Immovable Heavenly Gate was within his duties.
"Why was the Heavenly Gate illusion so easily breached?"
Ming Qi's confusion was no less intense than his anger. The Heavenly Gate illusion had been modified by the Ice and Snow God Emperor Bai Bing. The slight gap left by the Mohists must have disappeared, yet it was still easily breached. Could it be that it wasn't even capable of withstanding a full-strength attack from a Martial King?