The Blade-Wielding Legend

He deliberately emphasized "suppress" rather than "annihilate."

Everyone understood that an existence from the Daluo Law Realm—so long as the Human World still had incense faith and remembered legends—its source was almost indestructible, not something that could be completely slain by human strength.

To force out its Spiritual Body and suppress it somewhere among famed mountains and great rivers, then slowly grind down its Divine Power by borrowing the Earth Vein Dragon Energy and Heaven and Earth Gang Qi, was already the utmost limit they could reach right now.

"Move!"

The leading Shushan Sword Cultivator let out a clear cry and struck first!

The Longsword in his hand turned into a white rainbow like a broad silk band, stabbing straight at the Kamiyamafuji God’s back.

Gang Qi pulsed at the sword tip, emitting a harsh sound like cloth tearing.

Almost at the same time, two Lao Mountain Taoists slapped Purple Talismans onto the ground and shouted low:

"Jade Soldier Talisman · Lock the Earth!"

Another disciple of Maoshan bit his fingertip and swiftly drew a decree on the Yellow Talisman, chanting the True Word:

"Six Ding and Six Jia, heed my command—bind!"

A visible Gang Qi Talisman Chain appeared out of thin air, wrapping toward the opponent’s blade-wielding wrist.

A brutal team battle between Mystical Sect Cultivators and a Lower Realm Military God erupted in an instant!

The Samurai possessed by the Kamiyamafuji God, facing the Shushan Sword Cultivator’s lightning-fast strike, twisted his body with a minute movement that defied common sense. The Tachi flipped in a reverse draw and lifted, its edge precisely knocking against the sword spine.

Clang——!

In the grating clash of metal, the Sword Cultivator felt a surge of overwhelming brute force mixed with chilling Evil Qi transmit down his sword. His entire arm went numb in an instant, the Longsword nearly flew from his grip, and his whole body was blasted backward, his throat going hot and sweet.

As for that binding Gang Qi, it was torn apart in just a heartbeat.

The Maoshan disciple took the hit like a heavy blow, groaning dully as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Long Yan’er released the Piano Worm Gu King and almost had it seized by the enemy’s control, frightening her into hastily withdrawing the technique and retreating in flight.

The first combined assault failed completely; instead, several people were wounded!

The Kamiyamafuji God’s hollow gaze swept across everyone, carrying what seemed like a hint of mockery.

He moved again, his target shockingly the Lao Mountain Taoists who were setting up the formation on the periphery!

His speed surpassed even before, the Tachi becoming a strip of black light that tore the air, cleaving straight for one man’s throat!

"Junior Brother, beware!"

The middle-aged Daoist was horrified. He hurled the Jade Ruler with all his strength, turning it into a streak of blue light to intercept.

Yet the Tachi merely shifted a fraction. The skull-shaped Sha Qi surging along the blade exploded upward, smashing the Jade Ruler aside in an instant.

Just as that Lao Mountain disciple was about to be cut clean in two, a Thunder chain struck later yet arrived first!

Crack!

Lightning flared explosively, and the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope snapped precisely against the Kamiyamafuji God’s blade-wielding wrist!

Ferocious Thunder Power, bolstered by the immense Gang Qi within the Hook Paper, erupted with a shrill detonation!

For the first time, the Kamiyamafuji God’s figure showed a noticeable pause!

The skull Sha Qi around his wrist churned violently, a small patch torn open by the electric light, revealing the cold metal bracer beneath—one could even see a faint trace of scorching!

His hollow gaze turned for the first time toward the attacker—Li Yan.

In that instant, Li Yan felt an icy killing intent lock onto him, like a savage beast fixing on its prey.

Yet to his surprise and delight, the patch he had just broken open did not immediately reform.

The ferocity of the Thunder Technique was evident.

"Target his joints! Wear down his Sha Qi! His strength is not infinite!" Li Yan shouted hoarsely.

Everyone’s spirits rallied!

The Shushan Sword Cultivator raised his sword and pressed forward again, his sword light splitting, illusion and reality intertwining. No longer seeking a single killing blow, he instead tangled the enemy like a bone-gnawing ulcer, every thrust aimed at the armor’s seams and joint gaps.

The Lao Mountain Taoists also changed tactics, continually harassing with spells.

Wu Ba hefted the Tiger-Squat Cannon, ready to fire at any moment.

Li Yan became the crucial pivot of the battlefield.

He no longer struck lightly, instead gripping the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope tightly, his eyes locked on every movement of the Kamiyamafuji God, feeling the flow of Sha Qi around his body.

The fissure within the Hook Paper in his arms was continuously drawing power from the Daluo Law Realm, transmuting it into pure Astral Bane.

He had to wait—wait for the best possible opening!

Each time the enemy was even slightly entangled by the others, whenever his Sha Qi wavered, the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope would howl forth. Every strike forced a subtle hesitation into the Kamiyamafuji God’s movements.

The battle descended into a ghastly war of attrition.

The Mystic Sect Disciples’ coordination grew more and more seamless, but the price was tremendous.

People were constantly shaken by the residual force of the Tachi, injured by the leaking Evil Qi, coughing blood as they crashed to the ground, their life or death uncertain.

The Shushan Swordsmen’s blades were starting to bend and chip; the Lao Mountain Taoists’ Jade Talismans dimmed; Long Yan’er’s face turned pallid; Wu Ba was drenched in blood, a savage slash carved deep across his back.

The skull Sha Qi cloaking the Kamiyamafuji God, under the relentless assault, finally ceased to be as solid as iron plates. Faint cracks and scorch marks appeared across the surface of his armor.

But he was still like a tireless killing machine, his Blade Technique remaining razor-precise and lethal.

Each swing of his blade forced everyone into a fresh brush with death.

Time seemed to stretch out, every single breath filled with torment.

Over by Yu Chanzi’s magic platform, where clear light met thick fog, the boundary churned more violently.

Clearly, the ritual had reached its most critical moment, which also meant the defenses were being pulled to their absolute limit.

Wang Daoxuan’s hands, maintaining the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag, were trembling slightly, fat beads of sweat rolling down.

Just then, the Kamiyamafuji God seemed to be completely enraged by this constant harassment.

He let out a low roar that no longer sounded human. The rolling skull Sha Qi around him suddenly contracted inward, then erupted like a volcano!

A visible ring of black Sha Qi spread violently outwards from him as the center, surging toward all directions!

"Fall back!" the middle-aged Daoist bellowed, his voice tinged with despair.

The Shushan Sword Cultivator and two Lao Mountain Taoists at the forefront were like men hit by a tidal wave; their Protective Gang Qi shattered in an instant as they spat blood and were hurled backward, crashing heavily to the ground, their fate unknown.

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