"Ancestor, you've removed our seals!"
Luo Li's initial expression was shock, quickly replaced by enlightenment. She held her sword with both hands and bowed respectfully in a certain direction, expressing her utmost respect.
The long-lost aura of the Shaping God Realm permeated her body once more, filling Luo Li with unparalleled confidence. She was now a Level Three Grand Practitioner in the Shaping God Realm. And her Junior Brother, Jun Moxiao, had also become a Level Six Grand Practitioner in the Shaping God Realm.
Back when they were at the Outer Cloud Sword Sect, the two of them, working together, had been able to make even a Supreme Elder of the Outer Cloud Sword Sect—who was at the Ninth Layer of the Phase of God—flee for his life. Now, they had advanced two more levels. Their combat power had skyrocketed.
Facing the Elder of the Huanhuan Sect, who was at the Ninth Layer of the Phase of God, they felt no fear. At this moment, it could be said that the two of them could completely crush their opponent.
The old crone watched as their auras suddenly transformed to that of the Shaping God Realm, her eyes widening in shock. Her wizened, wrinkled face was so shocked that even her wrinkles seemed to stretch taut.
"How is this possible?"
The old crone roared, brandishing her sword furiously. She had hidden her true cultivation, suppressing her cultivation base from the Ninth Layer of the Phase of God to the Second Layer. But this young pair in front of her was far more ruthless; they had suppressed their cultivation by an entire Major Realm.
This was truly horrifying.
"Junior Brother, this old hag from the Huanhuan Sect is a menace. She has harmed countless people. Let's kill her!"
Her blood-drenched longsword in hand, Luo Li advanced on the old crone.
"Kill!"
Jun Moxiao also raised his sword, his expression cold, as he slowly closed in.
"You two little bastards! You've killed so many disciples of my Huanhuan Sect! Today, I'm going to chop off your heads and avenge them!"
The old crone's face was grim as she charged towards the two, sword in hand. But as soon as they clashed, she realized her mistake.
Originally, I thought that with my cultivation base at the Ninth Layer of the Phase of God, I could easily crush these two youths and kill them quickly. After all, one of these youths was at the Sixth Layer of the Shaping God Realm, and the other was at the Third Layer. They were simply not on my level.
But she hadn't expected her sword light to be shattered the moment they engaged. The coordinated swordplay of the young man and woman unleashed an unimaginable amount of power!
After several rounds, she found herself in dire straits, struggling to defend.
How can this be?
The old crone grumbled inwardly, her eyes darting around as she continuously retreated, trying to fend off their attacks.
I have to find a way out now. As Zhou Mengying's Protector, I must get the Saintess away from here.
Luo Li instantly discerned the old crone's intentions. She swiftly moved to block her escape route.
"Trying to run?" Jun Moxiao glanced over and instantly understood. He also began to attack the old crone furiously.
Finding her escape route blocked, the old crone couldn't help but glower at Luo Li.
This wily little girl saw through my ruse!
She had no choice but to brace herself and continue fighting.
The three Grand Practitioners of the Shaping God Realm battled relentlessly within the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch. Many buildings were damaged and destroyed in the onslaught.
After a dozen more exchanges, the old crone was struck by a sword. Jun Moxiao's strike had wounded her right arm, hampering her ability to wield her own sword.
SHINK!
Another glint of cold, fierce sword light stabbed into her calf. This time, it was Luo Li's strike.
The old crone had been struck twice, blood seeping from her wounds. Panic began to grip her heart.
SHINK! SHINK!
Jun Moxiao and Luo Li intensified their pincer attack. After a torrent of sword light washed over her, the old crone, now bearing seven or eight new wounds, collapsed to the ground.
Luo Li rushed over and ended the old crone's life with a single sword strike.
Jun Moxiao, in perfect sync, walked over, sheathed his sword, and collected her storage ring.
"Junior Brother, we've finally killed all our enemies!" Luo Li took a deep breath, a brilliant smile blooming on her sweaty, beautiful face.
"Senior Sister, there are still some people in the square who are seriously injured but not yet dead," Jun Moxiao said.
"Go finish them off!" Luo Li said, gritting her teeth.
Today's battle has reached a kill-or-be-killed point. We can't afford to be soft-hearted now.
The two walked into the square and began to finish off the heavily injured disciples.
When they reached Zhou Mengying, the seriously injured Saintess of the Huanhuan Sect looked at Luo Li with a sorrowful expression, desperately pleading, "Sister, I'll give you all my possessions. If that's not enough, I can also have my Sect provide you with whatever you need!"
Luo Li laughed. Her cherry-red lips parted, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
"I want everything in the Huanhuan Sect Treasure Vault. Can you, as its Saintess, make that decision?" Luo Li suddenly chuckled.
Zhou Mengying was suddenly rendered speechless.
SWOOSH!
A sword light flashed. Jun Moxiao, standing nearby, swung his sword, sending Zhou Mengying straight to Hell.
"Little Junior Brother, you're even more ruthless than I am! Such a voluptuous beauty from the Huanhuan Sect, and you killed her just like that!" Luo Li giggled, playfully sticking out her small, pink tongue.
I didn't expect Little Junior Brother Jun Moxiao to be so decisive and swift.
Jun Moxiao wiped the fresh blood from his sword and said, gritting his teeth, "That damn woman wanted to capture me and use me as a cultivation furnace! How could I spare her?"
"Indeed, she couldn't be spared!" Luo Li giggled.
A clear, resonant voice suddenly drifted down from the heavens.
"Who would have thought... that the little Ancient Moon Dynasty would possess two such fine cultivation seedlings!"
"Who's there?" Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were both startled and instinctively looked up at the sky.
High above the clouds, a vague white silhouette hovered. Soon, this white silhouette descended through the clouds and landed before them. It was an enormous Immortal Crane.
Standing upon the Immortal Crane was a man in a white robe, appearing to be around forty years of age. He had a transcendent demeanor, like a lofty expert possessing great wisdom.
A powerhouse of the Divine Bridge Realm? Sensing the man's aura, Luo Li's pupils contracted slightly. This is definitely not an expert from the Ancient Moon Dynasty!
Upon sensing the man's cultivation base, Jun Moxiao also tensed up, his expression grave as if facing a formidable enemy.
"You two little ones, from which sect or school do you hail?" The middle-aged man stepped off the Immortal Crane, landing gracefully. With his hands clasped behind his back, he smiled at the two of them. The more he observed them, the more pleased he became.
Earlier, while passing by Solitary Cloud City from a distance, he had noticed these two youths battling a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of the Phase of God. Despite their considerably lower cultivation bases, the two had managed to kill the old crone with ease.
Needless to say, this young man and woman were rare talents with astonishing potential. They were even slightly superior when compared to the Disciples of Heaven's Pride from his own Sect.
"We are from the Dragon God Sect!" Luo Li cupped her fists in salute, her small face lifted slightly, a proud smile touching her lips.
"Dragon God Sect?" The middle-aged man paused in thought for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head and said calmly, "Just a minor sect of little renown. You two possess good talent. Why not join my Qitian Sword Sect instead?"