"What!"
A scream echoed through the cave. The leader of the Holy Sect looked up and saw a weaker disciple injured, his expression immediately turning extremely grim.
As a commander, not only had he failed to capture the two individuals the Holy Envoy had tasked him with, but he had also injured one of his own disciples. Returning like this would make him a laughingstock among other commanders and undermine his standing in the Envoy's eyes.
With this thought, the Holy Lord's eyes widened, and he suddenly shouted, "Ascend, Asenpara! Open the gate!"
An invisible force surged through the Wudang sword formation. Golden light radiated from the Holy Sect leader, making him appear as if a deity had descended to the mortal world.
"What kind of spell is this?" Xuanzhen tightened his grip on his sword and thrust hard at the Holy Sect leader—but heard only a "ding." The leader was completely unharmed. Xuanzhen was both shocked and exhilarated.
Xuanzhen possessed triple innate cultivation, and his long sword was a treasure meticulously forged by his master, far more powerful than ordinary weapons. With it, he could even slay fourth-tier innate masters—but now, he couldn't even scratch his opponent. How could he not be astonished?
"Haha, come! Kill my disciples, and I'll bury you alongside them!" the Holy Sect leader laughed maniacally, completely ignoring the Wudang disciples' swords. His eyes locked on the weakest among them, and he lunged forward.
"Brother, save me!" Seeing the weakest Wudang disciple, the Holy Sect leader swung his powerful fists, terrifying the disciple into seeking Xuanzhen's protection.
"Monster! How dare you!" Xuanzhen roared, unleashing his sword and moving at lightning speed to appear beside the leader.
"Haha, the time has come!" The Holy Sect leader, sensing Xuanzhen's pressure, laughed even louder. He swung his fists with full force, charging at Xuanzhen.
With the Wudang disciple now rescued, Xuanzhen had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight to the death.
Initially, the leader's personal strength was inferior to Xuanzhen's, but after employing certain secret techniques, his body became as hard as metal and his strength greatly increased.
"Such immense power… how is this possible?" Xuanzhen gritted his teeth, his hands trembling as he tried to control them. Fear filled his mind: "Could it be that his strength has reached the fifth layer of innate power?"
The leader grew more aggressive, but the force made Xuanzhen's hands shake, barely able to hold his sword. If not for his iron will, it would have long fallen.
Although the other Wudang disciples stepped up, attacking continuously, their efforts were as ineffective as before.
Meanwhile, they were almost overwhelmed by the remaining three Holy Sect disciples. The situation was extremely disadvantageous for Wudang.
"Haha, kid, fall!" The leader spotted a flaw, and with one massive punch broke through Xuanzhen's defense, striking his chest violently.
"Ahh!"
Xuanzhen screamed in pain, spitting blood. A powerful force slammed him into the cliffside, leaving him immobilized.
"Brother!"
The other Wudang disciples grieved at the scene, but there was no time to tend to Xuanzhen's wounds. The sword formation required cooperation, and Xuanzhen was the core—if he left, the formation's power would collapse.
The Holy Sect disciples gave Wudang no chance. Alone, the disciples were no match for the skilled and fierce attackers.
Though the Holy Sect had lost one member, two third-tier innate masters remained. The sole third-tier Wudang master lay against the cliff, uncertain if he was alive or dead.
The remaining disciples were like lambs among wolves, surrounded by the sect's disciples, facing near-certain despair. Some even shed tears, thinking they might die here.
Then, a voice they had not noticed before sounded.
"Has no one taught you not to make a ruckus while others sleep?" Lu Xuan yawned, stretching as he stepped out of the cave.
The Wudang disciples stared at him as if he were a fool.
"This guy must have been asleep… or his eyesight is just terrible. Can't he see the fierce enemies?" they thought.
"Haha, relying on your Wudang ninth-level cultivation, you're far weaker than me!" the Holy Sect leader sneered, mocking Lu Xuan.
"Shut up, coal-ball! Whether I'm good or not isn't your business!" Lu Xuan retorted, lips curled with disdain.
His exaggerated expression made it seem as though the leader truly was nothing more than a lump of coal, utterly contemptible.
"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth… I'll pull out your teeth! Focus on these Wudang disciples while I deal with this kid!" the leader bellowed, turning and rushing at Lu Xuan.
In his eyes, a ninth-level Qi cultivator was no different from an ant.
He also employed the sect's secret technique. Though it would cause bodily harm in the future, it had pushed his power to the fifth layer of innate strength—enough to crush a ninth-level cultivator with his bare hands.
"You're going to regret your boasts today!" the leader struck at Lu Xuan with a punch.
He used only about 20% of his power, yet even this was far beyond what a ninth-level cultivator could withstand without serious injury.
What shocked him, however, was that Lu Xuan countered with a punch, flying straight toward his fist.
"This kid's crazy! He wants to go head-to-head?" The leader was stunned that a ninth-level cultivator dared to challenge him so boldly.
"Prosperity!"
With a dull crash, the two fists collided. The shockwave rattled the walls, raising dust and debris.
Confident, the leader withdrew his fist, grinning as he watched the dust swirl.
He added 10% more power to the punch—enough to seriously harm a first-layer innate cultivator. At ninth-level cultivation, he assumed Lu Xuan was down for the count.
As the night wind blew through the forest, scattering dust and mist around the sect leader, he was stunned. Standing before him, unharmed, was Lu Xuan—not a scratch on him.
"What… how is this possible?" The leader was astounded. He had thought Lu Xuan would be incapacitated, yet the situation defied all expectation.
Other Holy Sect disciples and Wudang disciples were equally astonished.
"Is the commander showing mercy?" some thought.
"Maybe the leader just wanted to scare him?" Wudang disciples speculated.
Lu Xuan shook his arms, then smiled at the sect leader. "Is that all you've got?"
His tone conveyed dissatisfaction with the leader's punch, which had no effect on him.
"You forced me!" The sect leader, though surprised, still didn't believe Lu Xuan could withstand his strike.
After all, it was a fifth-layer innate strike.
Even at 20% strength, his innate power was formidable.
"This kid must have some secret to evade my punch!" The leader thought, clenching his fist again.
"Here we go again. Don't act like a weakling shrimp this time!" Lu Xuan said, swinging his fist toward the leader.
Wudang disciples and Holy Sect followers watched anxiously, eager to see if Lu Xuan could survive and remain unharmed.
"Die!" the leader roared, unleashing nearly his full power.
Fifth-layer innate power struck with overwhelming force.
The wind swept through Lu Xuan's black hair. His expression was calm, not relaxed, but without fear.
Though the fifth-layer innate power was barely sustainable, Lu Xuan remained composed, using the Eighth Muscle Technique and the Second Layer of Secrets to meet the leader's punch.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out. A figure was thrown like a kite with its strings cut.
The force was so great and fast that the person was slammed into the cliff before a cry could escape.
"Alas, he's done for!" the Wudang disciples lamented.
Although Lu Xuan had some friction with his uncle, when facing foreign forces, they would set aside differences and unite.
"Haha! Our commander is truly brave!" the Holy Sect disciples cheered, seeing the figure slammed against the cliff.
Everyone now believed Lu Xuan had been struck, and even if alive, would surely be gravely injured.
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