Chapter 435: It Is Time to End This

Dantai Po cleaved out with his saber, the Saber Qi transforming into a massive Qilin head that lunged toward Lian Xing with bared fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the ground cracked and vegetation withered.

This single strike contained Dantai Po’s entire life’s cultivation, its power being boundless.

Lian Xing’s expression was solemn; she dared not be careless in the slightest.

She took a deep breath, her Internal Energy circulating wildly within her body. The Cold Star Sword danced in her hands, becoming a cocoon of blue light that shielded her impenetrably.

Simultaneously, her gaze became incredibly focused, as if she had merged completely with the Cold Star Sword in her hands.

“Flower Transfer Technique!”

Lian Xing gave a soft cry, and the blue cocoon of light suddenly expanded, completely enveloping Dantai Po’s Saber Qi.

A shocking scene occurred: the incomparably domineering Saber Qi was slowly guided by the light cocoon, its direction altered, and it recoiled toward the Southern Decree swordsmen behind Dantai Po.

“Not good!” Dantai Po’s face changed drastically; he wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

“Ah!” Screams rose one after another. Over a dozen Southern Decree swordsmen, caught off guard, were struck by their own faction’s Saber Qi and died on the spot.

The remaining swordsmen turned pale with fright, retreating repeatedly, their gazes toward Lian Xing filled with terror.

Dantai Po looked at the subordinates fallen behind him, a trace of heartache and rage flashing in his eyes: “Bitch! I will kill you!”

He acted like a madman, pouncing toward Lian Xing without regard for anything. His Qilin Tooth Saber danced in an inescapable storm, the Saber Qi crisscrossing, vowing to shred Lian Xing into ten thousand pieces.

Lian Xing’s eyes were calm, her figure drifting like willow catkins in the wind, moving freely through the dense Saber Qi.

Her Swordsmanship was agile and ethereal. Though seemingly weak, she always managed to evade Dantai Po’s attacks at the crucial moment, while simultaneously thrusting out a sword from time to time, forcing Dantai Po into a flurry.

The two exchanged blows for over a hundred rounds. Dantai Po’s aura gradually became disordered, yet Lian Xing remained composed and serene. She knew Dantai Po was nearing his limit.

“It is time to end this,” Lian Xing said softly.

She let out a sudden clear whistle, her figure soaring upward. The soft sword in her hand traced a beautiful arc in the air, like the Milky Way from the Nine Heavens cascading down.

“Falling Star Style!”

The sword thrust out, as if countless stars were falling, carrying dazzling brilliance, striking directly at Dantai Po’s brow. This strike contained all of Lian Xing’s understanding of Swordsmanship—fast, precise, and ruthless—impossible to evade.

Dantai Po’s pupils constricted; he felt the threat of death. He wanted to dodge, but found his body seemingly imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as that brilliant sword light drew nearer.

“Pfft!”

The sword light pierced his brow. Dantai Po’s body froze, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately failed to utter any sound, slowly collapsing to the ground, his vitality extinguished.

“Sect Leader!” Seeing this, the remaining Southern Decree swordsmen were terrified, their souls flying away and spirits scattering. They dared not linger any longer and turned to flee.

“Trying to run?” Yang Guo and the others had long been prepared and immediately pursued them upon seeing this.

Screams were heard incessantly. Moments later, all the Southern Decree swordsmen were slaughtered, none surviving.

Lian Xing sheathed her sword and stood still. A trace of fatigue flashed in her cold eyes, but there was more excitement and relief.

She had finally defeated a powerful opponent through her own strength.

Yu Xian walked forward, gently taking Lian Xing’s hand, feeling the sweat in her palm, and said gently, “You worked hard; you did very well.”

Lian Xing looked up at Yu Xian’s gentle gaze, a shy smile appearing on her face. She gently shook her head: “It wasn’t hard.”

The Women also gathered around, congratulating Lian Xing one after another.

“Not bad, Lian Xing. I didn’t expect you to hide your strength so deeply. If it were me fighting, I might not have achieved such results; it probably would have been a bitter fight,” Li Mochou patted Lian Xing’s shoulder and said with a smile.

Ning Zhongze also praised: “This Flower Transfer Technique is truly divine. It can even redirect an attack from the Peak of the Great Freedom Realm. Impressive!”

“Sister Ning overpraises me,” Lian Xing said humbly.

“Lian Xing, you did very well this time, excellent!” Yao Yue affirmed.

“Sister…” Lian Xing’s eyes instantly welled up. Yao Yue’s approval moved her more than any other praise.

From childhood, she had always lived under her sister’s halo. Now, receiving such direct affirmation from her sister, the grievances and unwillingness accumulated over many years seemed to vanish like smoke at this moment.

She sniffled, holding back her tears, but the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but lift slightly, revealing a smile from the bottom of her heart.

Yu Xian saw this scene, reached out, and gently stroked Lian Xing’s hair, his eyes full of tenderness and relief.

This battle not only allowed Lian Xing to prove herself but also earned her the respect she deserved among her sisters.

Li Hanyi stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground, and said to Yu Xian, “It seems Ao Yu can no longer sit still. Dantai Po’s death will surely trigger a greater storm.”

“We will deal with whatever comes. Since they actively sought us out, we don’t need to be polite. We can use this opportunity to let those hiding in the shadows know that Xue Luo Manor is not a soft persimmon anyone can squeeze,” Yu Xian nodded calmly.

“It seems this place just went through a slaughter. We aren’t too late, are we?”

At this moment, another group of people slowly approached Xue Luo Manor, riding horses from a distance.

These people were dressed strangely; at a glance, their attire was neither from North Li nor Southern Decree, but looked more like clothing from Dongying.

Yu Xian narrowed his eyes. Dongying? Have the little devils arrived? Is it Jue Wu Shen or the Dongying Imperial Family?

As the group approached, upon seeing the character ‘Jue’ written on their banner, it seemed to be Jue Wu Shen’s people.

Was the leader Jue Wu Shen?

Judging by his appearance, he had the physique of a towering, robust iron tower—broad-shouldered and thick-backed, his muscles knotted like stone, exuding explosive power.

His head was shaved clean, with short hair standing on end on both sides and the back of his head, paired with a Dongying war helmet carved with ferocious beast patterns. Around his neck hung a string of pitch-black animal bone beads.

He wore black and red samurai armor covered in spikes and bronze patterns. Under the armor, a tight-fitting garment outlined rigid lines. A wide samurai belt with a short saber tucked into it encircled his waist. The entire person stood there like a fierce god stepping off a battlefield, an oppressive aura washing over them.

It was undoubtedly Jue Wu Shen.

In Jue Wu Shen’s arms was a beautiful woman. Yu Xian knew that was standard equipment for a powerhouse.

On either side of Jue Wu Shen were two young men. One was gloomy and cold, a half-smile always lingering on his lips, revealing a touch of hypocrisy and cruelty.

The other appeared more unruly and arrogant, his every move carrying the spoiled swagger of someone indulged, his wide-open eyes showing a hint of ferocity.

Jue Wu Shen’s two sons, Jue Xin and Jue Tian?