"How laughable!" Zu Wei shook her head. "A barren sword, a mediocre sigil, a feeble body—you've only got your soul attacks going for you. Do you truly think you're worthy of mastering all four Immortal paths?"

"Whether I can or can't isn't for your little mouth to decide," Yun Xiao said, flexing the azure sword and violet umbrella in his hands. "They'll be the judge of that."

She had spoken more than she intended, trying to calm herself, to avoid losing face before her elders over a mere celestial slave. But after speaking, she felt even angrier. She was furious.

How dare he, a mere slave, suppress her at every turn—even outshine her in words?

She couldn't bear it any longer, even if she lost all composure.

"To hell with you! You worthless scum! There's no one more despicable than you in the whole world!"

In her rage, Zu Wei's face contorted. She spat out crude words, drawing everyone's gaze. Her grace was gone.

But she didn't care anymore.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, her eyes locked onto Yun Xiao. Thousands of sword rays surged within them. The Judgement Sword Soul returned to a Flying Sword on her fingertip, brimming with killing intent.

"I'll cripple him with the strongest Three Ancestral Swords!"

She wouldn't kill Yun Xiao; she wanted those Personal Pledges.

This would deal a heavy blow to the Southern Divine Dragon Realm.

So, she poured all her fury into the black and white Flying Sword in her hand.

The Three Ancestral Swords was a famed sword art of her ancestors. For someone young to wield it, they had to endure 20 years of bitter training to grasp its true essence.

Once the sword was unleashed, it judged all beings.

As icy frost surged in the eyes of the girl in the black and white dress, the black and white Flying Sword in her hand shot forth to kill.

The Flying Sword's path was straight and heavy. It was like a descending guillotine, like a massive black and white mountain, shining with a blinding light of justice.

This Flying Sword technique came from one of the Three Ancestral Swords, called Righteousness and Radiance. It was a sword of utmost justice, unleashing immense spirit and grand vision—it was fate's judgment of the superior upon the inferior.

In this Flying Sword technique, will surpassed all. The stronger the will, the greater the power.

When the sword was unleashed, Zu Wei's aura soared into the heavens, as if blessed by her ancestors—exalted and supreme—stirring waves of cheers on the battlefield and within the Million Starlight Palace.

At the same moment, under this righteous force, Yun Xiao seemed like a solitary azure leaf, dim and unremarkable.

Facing such a sword, he stood as if confronting a tsunami of justice.

Yet he remained unmoved, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"You haven't grasped the essence of this sword. Your so-called justice is piled up from bloodline and ancestral coddling—not from being a true judge."

"Go to hell!" Zu Wei retorted, lost for words.

"Fine, I'll teach you myself." Yun Xiao's eyes followed the sword's trajectory; that blade, swift beyond measure, moved like a snail in his gaze. Countless variations of swordplay unfolded before him like numbers, transforming into a grand manifesto. Every word, every stroke, was etched in his eyes.

"True judgment springs from the heart, a spirit that swallows the heavens—not relying on bloodline or ancestors. The intent resides entirely within. Only when one possesses the will of being supreme above and below, throughout the eternal torrents and the cosmos, can one be a judge in the Dao Realm..." ᚱ

As Yun Xiao silently recited, understanding blossomed within him. For a moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent. His aura expanded infinitely, and even the opponent before him seemed like an insignificant speck of dust.

"The sword is fine; the wielder is too immature." Yun Xiao smiled, then casually flicked a trace of azure light from his hand. The azure light tore through the sky like a small boat crashing into a black-and-white sea of judgment!

In the eyes of others, it was an azure boat colliding with the vast ocean.

In Yun Xiao's eyes, it was a sword judging a speck of dust.

Both had grandeur and power; the former even possessed slightly more strength, but its aura wasn't on the same level as the latter.

𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Yun Xiao was the latter.

"Break." Standing in mid-air with his umbrella, eyes piercing the heavens, Yun Xiao softly uttered a single word.

BOOM!

In the next instant, the two great storms of sword energy, both embodying Righteousness and Radiance, collided precisely in the middle!

In reality, it was the clash of two vast seas. Each had its strengths and weaknesses. So, the scene was one of roaring tremors, as if the outcome remained undecided.

But Zu Wei's mindset was shattered.

"How does he know one of the Three Ancestral Swords?!"

The Righteousness and Radiance before her, though slightly weaker in power, carried an aura and will that forged a sword intent reaching the heavens.

For Zu Wei's sword, it was a fundamental and immense blow! It was as if someone who had studied for 20 years suddenly realized they'd been learning it all wrong.

With her mindset collapsing, Zu Wei's sword intent shattered. The Flying Sword technique that once stood evenly matched now crumbled under a landslide of willpower.

At the very moment the two swords clashed, the Judgement Sword Soul—despite its stronger base power—let out a mournful cry and turned to flee!

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!

The Heaven Burial Sword Soul advanced like a blade through bamboo, its unstoppable momentum suppressing the Judgement Sword Soul. Wielding the divine might of Righteousness and Radiance, it surged abruptly toward Zu Wei's face.

"NOOO!" Her limbs went numb, pupils dilated. She couldn't breathe; her mind went blank.

Only when the azure light threatened her life did the foundation of decades of cultivation kick in. She suddenly gathered her Fourth Baptism Realm cultivation, channeling it into the black-and-white round shield formed by the Law Sigil on her left hand.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The shield shimmered as the inscriptions lit up one after another, forming a canon of 780 words.

Gripping the shield with both hands, Zu Wei frowned and let out an angry shout. She thrust it forward, and the hundreds of inscriptions surged ahead.

BOOM!

Yun Xiao's Flying Sword of Righteousness and Radiance, after shattering her sword, had lost much of its power. Only then was it halted by the Law Sigil, bouncing back with a piercing screech.

Even so, Zu Wei was blasted backward along with the shield. In mid-air, her vital energy churned; her chest and abdomen shook. She nearly suffered internal injuries.

As she was sent flying, her mind was in turmoil. She almost screamed hysterically, "Where did you steal the Three Ancestral Swords?!"

Ahead, Yun Xiao emerged from the clouds, clad in white robes, wielding an azure sword and holding a violet umbrella. His long hair fluttered, as if he were on a leisurely spring outing.

He said calmly, "Heaven and Earth are my teachers; when the intent arrives, the sword comes naturally."

"Rubbish!" Zu Wei didn't believe his nonsense at all. Regaining her composure, her fury grew even stronger. She said coldly, "You, a celestial slave of the Harmony Divine Palace, dare to steal my ancestral secret art—you have committed a capital crime of theft!"

"Then go ahead and judge me; it seems you're not satisfied with losing," Yun Xiao said.

With just one stroke, he had ground Zu Wei's pride into the dirt. The woman's once haughty demeanor had vanished; beneath her veil, her lovely face burned with resentment.

But that wasn't enough.

To truly conquer a woman, he needed her to bow in every way, not allowing her a shred of confidence—even to the point where she would demean and belittle herself, feeling utterly ashamed before him, her spirit utterly broken.

That was the effect Yun Xiao desired.

Yet Zu Wei was still like a wounded beast, daring to roar at him—a veritable tigress.

"Die! Die!" she screamed hysterically. Her arrogance had been shredded by Yun Xiao's sword, her face smeared with disgrace.

However, even at this low point, her counterattack was fierce. After all, this opponent was a genius at the pinnacle—whether in cultivation, swordsmanship, celestial techniques, or martial arts.

She suddenly erupted. The Flying Sword in her hand transformed into a three-foot black and white, or rather monochrome Pam Sword. One hand gripped the sword, the other held the monochrome round shield formed by her Law Sigil. Possessing the Divine Martial Sacred Body of the Black Dragon Tortoise, she was like a ferocious beast among the stars. The tribulation power from four different kinds of calamities burst forth as she roared and charged at Yun Xiao.

"Law of Heaven's Order!"

Her left hand's monochrome round shield shifted from defense to offense. The inscriptions upon it transformed, becoming a medium to expand and strengthen her celestial techniques, utilizing a function similar to Yun Xiao's Dao Dragon Form.

BOOM!

Those imprisoning inscriptions converged within the monochrome pillar of light emitted by the shield. The beam was like a colossal scroll of heaven and earth, pressing down upon Yun Xiao's head, causing a thunderous spatial quake.

From this strike, it was clear that Zu Wei's combat prowess was astonishing—worthy of being the most profound genius of her sect, worthy of being a member of the Ancestral Land, an all-around Immortal born for battle. Hai Qing and the others were far from her match.

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