Chapter 63: How Dare You Touch My Disciple? You're Court Death!

"Hmph!"

"Save your breath. Today, that little girl is as good as dead!"

The masked figure's lips curled into a cold, cruel arc as he spoke with utter indifference.

"If you want to kill Junior Sister Jiang, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"

Murong Mingyue replied with unyielding determination, showing not a trace of fear.

"A toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

With a cold snort, the masked figure surged forward, lunging straight at Murong Mingyue to strike her down.

Seeing him pouncing toward her, Murong Mingyue did not dare to hesitate. She instantly flicked her wrist, gathering sword qi, and slashed downwards fiercely.

"Swish!"

The sword qi surged, transforming into a celestial sword that descended with an aura of terror.

However, the masked figure merely stretched out his right hand casually and swept it through the air, effortless and nonchalant, as if swatting away a pesky fly, completely obliterating the sword qi.

Immediately following this, he threw a punch!

"Boom!!!"

A violent explosion echoed through the air. Space distorted, gale-force winds raged, and shockwaves rippled outward.

Murong Mingyue let out a muffled groan, her body knocked backward as if struck by lightning.

At the same time, her blood churned violently, and her meridians ached with a tearing sensation.

"Your strength is unmatched among your peers, but in front of me, you are still far from enough."

"I'll give you one last chance: move aside! Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."

The masked figure said in a deep voice.

It seemed he still harbored some apprehension regarding Murong Mingyue's identity.

After all, if a Holy Maiden were to suddenly die, the entire Lingxiao Sacred Land would go mad, stopping at nothing to capture the culprit and tear them to pieces.

Murong Mingyue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes remaining bright and utterly unyielding: "Over my dead body!"

"Since you wish for it, I shall grant your wish!"

Hearing her reply, the murderous intent in the masked figure's eyes intensified. Boundless blood qi billowed around him, transforming into a raging sea of blood.

His gaze ice-cold, he waved his hand casually. The boundless sea of blood churned and roared, transforming into a blood dragon that lunged fiercely at Murong Mingyue with bared fangs.

The blood dragon moved at lightning speed, carrying an apocalyptic momentum as it rushed right up to Murong Mingyue, its claws bared and terrifyingly ferocious!

Feeling the horrifying might contained within the blood dragon, Murong Mingyue's pupils contracted sharply.

This blood dragon was powerful enough to crush any cultivator of the Divine Transformation Grotto-Heaven; even a powerhouse who had transcended the Nirvana Tribulation would likely find it difficult to resist!

She had not expected the opponent to drive her into a desperate corner with just a single move!

"I cannot take this attack head-on!"

Murong Mingyue thought to herself, but Jiang Yuli was right behind her. If she dodged, Jiang Yuli would undoubtedly lose her life on the spot.

Therefore, she had no choice left—she had to fight with her life on the line!

"Hum!!"

Murong Mingyue raised her slender hand slightly, and the long sword in her grip burst into a dazzling, myriad-footed golden radiance.

"Rumble!"

The void behind her trembled violently, and the faint sound of thunder cracking could be heard.

The next second, the long sword emitted a blinding golden light, shining like a scorching sun illuminating the firmament.

"Sword Breaks the Nine Heavens!"

Murong Mingyue let out a clear cry, shooting straight up into the air. The long sword in her hand bloomed with golden brilliance, piercing the sky as it stabbed directly toward the oncoming blood dragon.

"Rissh!"

The blade sliced through the void, producing a sharp, piercing whistle.

Immediately after, the blood dragon collided with the golden light. In an instant, crimson and gold intertwined and wrestled; the golden light gradually dimmed, and the crimson light weakened as well.

"I blocked it!"

Murong Mingyue's figure descended slowly from mid-air. Barely managing to steady her footing, she let out a sigh of relief.

However, the moment she raised her gaze, she discovered that the masked figure had already vanished from his spot and was charging straight toward Jiang Yuli.

"Junior Sister Jiang!"

Murong Mingyue's complexion drained of color in an instant, and she cried out in sheer panic.

She had not anticipated that her opponent would be so despicable as to launch a sudden sneak attack on Jiang Yuli.

Without a second thought, her body shot forward explosively, desperate to stop the masked figure.

Yet the masked figure possessed astonishing speed. Wearing a smile of triumphant cunning, he reached Jiang Yuli in the blink of an eye, bringing his fists down with a force of absolute destruction.

Looking at those fists descending upon her with incomparable might, Jiang Yuli despairingly closed her eyes as two crystal tears slid down her exquisite cheeks.

"Master, I'm sorry. Your disciple has failed your expectations; I'm afraid I can no longer stay by your side."

In that moment, her master's gentle face surfaced in her mind.

Thank you, Master!

How fortunate I was to meet you, and be granted the chance to live once more!

Yet from now on, this disciple can no longer accompany you.

Farewell, Master. In the next life, I still wish to be your disciple!

Even though Jiang Yuli harbored a myriad of lingering attachments at this moment, they could only condense into those two crystal tears, laden with her boundless yearning for her master!

"No!!!"

Murong Mingyue's pretty face turned deathly pale.

She tried her utmost to rush over, but it was already too late; there was simply no time to intercept him.

She could only watch in helpless horror as those murderous, iron fists smashed downward.

However, at that very moment of imminent peril, an earth-shaking roar echoed from the distance.

"How dare you lay a hand on my disciple?!"

"You're courting death!"

Accompanied by that roar, a dazzling light lit up at the distant horizon, resembling a falling star from the nine heavens.

For a moment, all things in heaven and earth seemed to fade away, leaving behind only this single streak of light.

Seeing this, Murong Mingyue's pupils constricted slightly.

That was...

What on earth was that?

As she carefully scrutinized the streak of light, she saw that it was a myriad-丈-long river of sword qi condensed from countless sword intents, vast and mighty, as though crossing the river of time itself.

Atop that river of sword qi stood a tall, straight figure.

He stepped upon the river of sword qi, his entire body surrounded by countless rays of sword light, resembling a supreme deity of the sword path ruling over the heavens.

This sword intent, so intense that it made one's breath catch, struck terror into the heart!

The sword river surged forward with unstoppable momentum, reaching them in the blink of an eye.

It aimed straight for the masked figure, carrying the killing intent to slaughter all living beings, vowing to execute him on the spot!

Fear etched itself deeply into the eyes of the masked figure. That river of sword river was simply too fast—so fast that it offered no possibility of defense.

What... kind of existence was this, to possess such astonishing power?!

At that moment, he could no longer afford to care about killing Jiang Yuli. He hurriedly gathered all his spiritual energy, transforming it into a giant shield in a desperate attempt to resist the towering river of swords.

Alas, he had ultimately underestimated the might of the sword qi river; or rather, he had underestimated that figure.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, heaven and earth fell silent.

Before the river of sword qi, the masked figure's defense was as fragile as tofu, effortlessly torn apart.

Immediately following, the towering river of sword qi carried its world-destroying might straight through the masked figure's chest, tearing him directly into shreds.

Blood mist scattered across the air.

Before his death, the masked figure's eyes bulged wide, filled entirely with unwillingness.

He could never have imagined that he would die just like this.

Murong Mingyue stared blankly at the scene, speechless for a long time. Only her pounding heart confirmed that what had just happened was real.

That was a powerhouse at the peak of the Nirvana Tribulation, yet he had been killed with such utter ease—it was simply unbelievable.

The most crucial question was: who on earth was that celestial-like figure standing atop the river of swords?

He was entirely a stranger!

How could she have never seen such a formidable figure within the Sacred Land before!