Chapter 909: I Am Completely Invincible in the Mortal World (2)

Li Xiaofei opened his mouth to speak. At that moment, Li Yiyun, known as the Vanguard, suddenly leaped into the air and charged toward the dueling arena.

He shouted, "You hypocrites, ganging up on one person, what kind of skill is that? Master, don’t be afraid. I will lend you a hand."

Li Xiaofei fell silent.

You little fool, which eye of yours saw that your master was afraid?

Kou Zhengyang, Yang Zhao, Zhao Kuangren, and the others also charged forward without hesitation.

"We are willing to fight to the death with our master."

Their spirits burned with determination, ready to face a bloody battle together. Meanwhile, on the other side, the elders, protectors, and disciples of the other immortal sects saw this and also began circulating their energy. Swords, sabers, axes, and other weapons were summoned as they stepped forward to block the way.

A massive chaotic battle was on the verge of erupting.

"Stand down." Li Xiaofei shouted thunderously.

The sound waves surged like crashing waves. Li Yiyun was flung backward through the green light barrier and landed unsteadily, returning to his original position. Kou Zhengyang and the others were also forced back by an invisible force, unable to get any closer.

However, a few powerful cultivators from the immortal sects had already summoned their weapons. Ignoring Li Xiaofei's command, they launched their attacks at his followers without hesitation.

They wanted to seize this moment to start a massacre. This scene brought a flicker of dark delight into the eyes of several sect masters, including the one known as Blood Shadow.

It had begun. This was the chance they had been waiting for. With Li Xiaofei trapped within the dueling arena, separated by the Heaven and Earth Sealing Immortal Formation, there was no way he could intervene in time to save his followers.

Once blood began to spill and screams of pain filled the air, Li Xiaofei’s mental state would undoubtedly be shaken. That would be the perfect moment to strike with full force.

No matter how powerful a person was, once their mind fell into chaos, their combat strength would drop, and their reactions would falter. Just as they had predicted, Li Xiaofei did not make a move. But in truth, he didn’t need to. Because—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Dozens of silver sword lights burst forth like blooming lotus flowers. They flashed through the air in an instant, leaving nothing but a cloud of blood mist. The cultivators who had attacked Li Xiaofei’s followers were slain before they even touched the ground, leaving no bones behind. This sudden strike stunned all the other sect cultivators who had been preparing to act. Their hearts trembled, and they froze in place.

Where did that sword light come from? No one knew. But the sheer strength of that sword light was something far beyond what they could contend with.

At that moment, high in the clouds above Heaven Drum Mountain, Liu Shaji lay leisurely as he guzzled wine. White clouds served as his bed, and the three suns above lit his sky. He was nothing like the soft-hearted Li Xiaofei. If something displeased him, he would kill without hesitation.

In Liu Shaji’s eyes, malicious schemers and foreign Reapers were no different. All deserved to die. Today, Li Xiaofei was changing the continent, making a name for himself, and seeking to unify the entire immortal Dao. Liu Shaji decided to help him accomplish that.

But childish games did not interest him much. He only needed to maintain a semblance of order. Killing a few insignificant immortal sect cultivators was no more than lifting a finger for him.

What Liu Shaji was truly looking forward to was whether the Reapers from beyond the heavens would make their move once the continent’s order descended into chaos. He certainly hoped so.

Liu Shaji’s immortal sword was already thirsting for battle. His observation of this continent had long been complete.

In his view, although the continent held a large population, the cultivation levels of its immortals were far too low. The spiritual energy tides across the land were insufficient. The limits of human cultivation had already been predetermined.

Aside from the Jade Mother Tree, which was somewhat interesting, everything else was worthless. Compared to Li Xiaofei’s grand plan, Liu Shaji was far more eager to face the Reapers in a head-on battle. He longed for a true clash between males of unmatched strength. Only then could he elevate his cultivation through the path of slaughter and fulfill his dao.

***

Heaven Drum Mountain.

No one dared to make another move against Li Xiaofei’s followers. No one could be certain whether that terrifying white lotus sword qi would appear again. Naturally, they all assumed it was a hidden method left behind by Li Xiaofei.

"This despicable demon actually left behind such a vicious trap and killed so many of our people."

"He deserves death."

"His methods are far too cruel."

"Today, he must die."

When they saw their fellow cultivators slain, many of the immortal sect disciples not only refused to acknowledge the sneak attack on the followers as disgraceful, but instead cursed Li Xiaofei, believing that he was wrong for leaving behind such a brutal counterattack.

They could kill him without consequence. But if he killed them, it was unacceptable. This was the twisted sense of superiority that many cultivators in this world possessed.

Inside the dueling arena. Li Xiaofei gazed around at the sect masters of the fifteen great immortal sects. Whether it was their auras or their killing intent, none of it could escape his eyes.

"Once, I asked Xue Bulong a question. Now I wish to ask it of you all as well," Li Xiaofei said. "Why do you sacrifice living people? As cultivators, as so-called immortals, do you feel no shame in committing such atrocities that defy both heaven and reason?"

A flicker of guilt passed across Lin Donglai’s face, but it vanished just as quickly. He remained silent. The sect master of the Blood Mist Sect, Blood Shadow, sneered coldly and replied, "We are immortals. All living beings under heaven exist for us to take and use. What difference is there between sacrificing a few mortals and a mortal sacrificing livestock?"

"Very well." Li Xiaofei made sure to remember the man.

His gaze swept over the faces of the others. Each sect master displayed a different expression. Li Xiaofei took note of every single reaction and locked them away in his memory.

"Before we begin, let me offer you a reminder." A powerful aura began to radiate from Li Xiaofei’s body as he spoke slowly, "Whatever killing moves or forbidden techniques you have, it would be best to use them immediately. You won’t get a second chance."

His overwhelming confidence was unmistakable. The faces of the fifteen sect masters reflected a range of emotions. Some were filled with fury. Some sneered with contempt. Others grew visibly serious.

Lin Donglai cleared the distractions from his mind and spoke in a loud, steady voice, "Everyone, let us purge this evil completely. For the foundation of our sects and the future of the immortal Dao, we must go all out. Hold nothing back this time."

As he finished, he raised the jade flute in his hand and began to play. The sound was graceful and flowing. It drifted like a soft spring breeze, making people feel relaxed and at ease, as if they might stretch lazily, find a quiet spot to nap, or even lie down and fall asleep on the spot.

Lin Donglai, as the sect master of the Flying Sound Sect, had reached a mastery of musical cultivation arts that bordered on the divine. His flute music was directed solely at Li Xiaofei. To everyone else, it sounded like a song of slaughter, igniting rage within and causing their combat strength to surge dramatically.

At the same time, the sect master of the Blood Mist Sect pressed both hands into the air. A formless, bloody miasma began to spread. Crimson glows flickered and danced across the dueling ground. This eerie light clouded the enemy’s vision. It also stirred confusion in their minds.

These types of support techniques could often turn the tide in evenly matched battles. Just like Lin Donglai's flute, Blood Shadow’s mastery of his technique had reached a point where he could wield it effortlessly. It targeted only Li Xiaofei, providing an effective cover for the other sect masters.

Li Xiaofei stood motionless in the center of the dueling arena.

"The sect masters of these immortal sects are actually coordinating quite well," he mused quietly. "They even know to let the support roles soften the target first. Next, I suppose the warriors will charge in to begin the real fight."

He stood there casually, as if his entire body were full of openings.

"Kill."

Several low shouts rang out. Four figures burst forward at terrifying speed, using the cover of the blood mist and the flute to reach Li Xiaofei in an instant.

Sword light gleamed as Chi Wuji, sect master of the True Yang Sect, thrust his True Yang Sword directly toward Li Xiaofei’s forehead. The blade blazed red like fire, distorting the air with its heat.

Li Xiaofei flicked a finger.

Clang.

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Chi Wuji was sent flying backward. At the same time, Li Xiaofei calmly deflected the other three attacks as well. His movements were so fast that his arm left a trail of afterimages in the air. For a moment, it seemed as though he had grown three heads and six arms.

The other three attackers were also blasted backward. One of them, while in midair, coughed a mouthful of blood and crashed violently into a distant light barrier. He died on the spot.