Chapter 567: Sworn on the Great Dao to Destroy the Celestial Wind Sect!

The two Flying Clouds swept rapidly. The flutist stepped in their way and attempted to block them with her black great cauldron.

But how could one treasure possibly stop the Sword-Controlling Art?

Wang Sheng's Dao Body was currently under the wooden puppet's control. He had to make his Primordial Spirit use the Sword-Controlling Art by borrowing the sword heart, which limited the variations he could use.

Nevertheless, the two Flying Clouds surged up and down like two flood dragons leaving the sea. Just before they hit the cauldron, they split apart and struck, preventing the flutist from protecting herself in time.

The two swords converged again after passing her. Following the moves of the Wind-Chasing Dual Swords, they shot straight toward the wooden puppet in the carver's hands.

Remaining cross-legged on a planet fragment, the carver raised the figurine forward, which then grew until it was the size of a person. It acted like a wooden shield, but Flying Clouds still pierced straight through it!

Contrary to Wang Sheng's expectations, the figurine didn't break, which he thought would free him. Moreover, his chest and left thigh seemed to have been wounded at the exact areas where his swords had stabbed the figurine. He immediately used his spiritual perception to examine his Dao Body but found no injuries, as if it were only a trick played on his Primordial Spirit.

What kind of corrupt art is that?

Wang Sheng didn't dare stab random parts of the figurine again. The two Flying Clouds rotated to the sides and flew past it, fiercely attacking its creator instead.

Staying perfectly calm, the wood-carver pointed the figurine at Wang Sheng and then raised a finger, creating a black dome around him. The Flying Clouds failed to break it.

At that moment, a purple blood light appeared nearby. The axeman, whose hands had been cut off; the flutist, who had been of little use; and the wood-carver all looked at it and saw that the archer had been decapitated. While still gripping his longbow tightly, his body slowly fell backward.

With a Flying Cloud in tow, Flying Haze flew past from the side and toward the axeman.

They also followed the moves of the Wind-Chasing Dual Swords—the sword technique that Wang Sheng used best!

The axeman retreated quickly, but he was nowhere near as fast as Flying Haze and the Flying Clouds.

Wang Sheng's Primordial Spirit grew extremely busy. It didn't just multitask to control five flying swords. It also had to simultaneously unleash Sword-Controlling Art techniques with two different rhythms.

Hence, he relied on Wind-Chasing Dual Swords. Since it was the technique he was most familiar with, he could use it on two fronts at once, albeit barely.

The archer was dead, the swordsman was on death's door, and the axeman had lost his arms. Moreover, the flutist's spells proved completely useless. Looking at the five war slaves again, only the archer and the swordsman had actually posed a threat to Wang Sheng.

Made using secret methods, these undead had combat instinct, immortal treasures, and high cultivation realms. Above all, they knew only how to kill. Against ordinary cultivators in the same league, they could probably win easily.

However, they now faced a sword cultivator armed with the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art, Sword-Controlling Art, Green Lotus Ultimate, Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Flash, Soaring Red Feathers, and many other arts and techniques. His immortal armor and greatsword also protected him as he attacked with high-quality flying swords that he had imbued with Dawnlight.

The five war slaves' teamwork was quite elementary. Their defeat was certain.

To stop Wang Sheng, they'd require either a Heavenly Immortal Realm war slave who could force him down with sheer cultivation and brute force, a deadly spiritual treasure that could kill him in one hit, or a divine ability as powerful as Green Lotus Ultimate. Since they didn't have any of those, defeating him proved extremely difficult.

Earlier, Wang Sheng had intended to hold back Tan Lang while letting Lishang quickly deal with the five war slaves. His confidence came not from recklessness, but from his sword intents and techniques. However, he realized this outcome wasn't so bad either.

Tan Lang was quite hard to fight. Though Lishang was holding the elder back, Wang Sheng could constantly feel shaking through space. He could sense that she was trapped in a defensive position.

The sooner he finished the war slaves, the sooner he could go help her, the fewer injuries she'd suffer, and the higher their chances of victory. However, he still had no idea how to escape the figurine's control.

While using his flying swords to chase and kill his enemies, Wang Sheng pondered how to break free from the trap. Soon, he began to try the only method he could think of: make his Primordial Spirit leave and hit his Dao Body. If it could get out of him, it would naturally break free of some of the control.

The moment he came up with the idea, his Primordial Spirit had already rushed out of his Heavenly Abode and charged toward the crown of his head. Unfortunately, his Dao Body was like a completely closed city gate. His Primordial Spirit crashed into it head-on but had no effect at all. On the contrary, it only made his flying swords slow down, reducing the pressure on his enemies enough for them to prepare a counteroffensive.

Wang Sheng mentally let out a cold snort and decided to kill the three first. However, when his Primordial Spirit returned to his Heavenly Abode and sat upright, a small wooden sword appeared before it out of nowhere and circled it once.

As if showing Wang Sheng the correct way to leave his Dao Body, the sword rushed out of the Heavenly Abode and charged at his crown. It instantly broke free and floated above his head, as though it didn't even encounter the slightest resistance.

The restraints on him vanished completely, allowing his Dao Body to reunite with his Primordial Spirit!

Wang Sheng looked at the wood-carver just in time to see him suddenly jerk his head up and spit out a mouthful of purple-black blood. The wooden figurine in his hand cracked all over and then shattered completely.

The flutist seemingly froze for a moment. She looked at her companion, who was beside her. Realizing that he had been severely injured, a trace of confusion appeared in her gaze.

That brief moment of dullness made her miss the chance to lift her great cauldron for defense. Brilliant lightning swept in from the front, and Wang Sheng burst forth from the tip of it. Pure Yang Immortal Power engulfed the Dragon Sword as he spun and cut the flutist across her waist and abdomen, then slid it toward the wood-carver's lowered head.

As the sword passed, the war slaves fell.

Wang Sheng's breathing slightly quickened as he turned and looked at the corpses behind him. Two strands of Pure Yang Immortal Power gathered into twin masses of white flame and burned the bodies.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He glanced at the swordsman, who was still clinging to life. Though he couldn't bear to see him suffer like this, he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless enough to send the swordsman on his way.

Being a little more cruel now is, in truth, the greatest respect I can offer him. I won't ask his name, because that will only tarnish his heroic reputation. I won't ask about his past either, for that will surely be a tale of sorrow.

He lifted his sword and moved forward. The words "Celestial Wind Sect" echoed in his mind as flames of fury burned in his eyes. However, this was not the time for anger. Helpless rage served no purpose. Once he had sent off the swordsman and the axeman, rushing to support Lishang was the proper course of action.

His Dao Heart grew ever firmer. However, when he used Soaring Red Feathers and shot skyward, he rushed toward the axeman first.

At that moment, a streak of golden light shot through the distant space.

Upon examining it with his immortal perception, Wang Sheng's expression darkened. The Golden Crow immediately changed direction, flew straight toward the golden light, and collided with it almost instantly.

Wang Sheng had no time to consider anything else in that split second. He wrapped both arms around Lishang and formed a faint Tai Chi diagram phantasm behind him, barely stopping her momentum. The impact even momentarily stopped the circulation of his immortal power.

Lishang, whom Wang Sheng held from behind, suddenly lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of golden blood. She looked utterly battered. Her long dress was soaked through with blood, and she had seven or eight bloody, horrifying claw marks on her chest, lower abdomen, and tail. Even her long hair, which now hung messily down her back, was stained with blood.

Yet despite looking deathly pale, battle intent still filled her phoenix eyes as she stared toward where she had been blasted away from.

There, Tan Lang flickered slightly and appeared several hundred meters away. He had also suffered several injuries. Half of his left wolf ear had been sliced away, and a cut marked his face. Moreover, he had a bloody, gaping hole in his chest.

But compared to Lishang, who had nearly been stripped of her combat strength and whose golden radiance had dimmed, Tan Lang had almost achieved a dominant victory.

There was no helping it. Though she could rival a Heavenly Immortal, she wasn't actually one. Lishang's divine ability was formidable, but it could not be used without cost, and it could not be sustained forever.

More importantly, Lishang had engaged Tan Lang in a desperate, all-out fight with no intention of using hit-and-run tactics.

With her voice trembling slightly, Lishang remarked, "I'm sorry. I lost and... dragged you down."

Smiling bitterly, Wang Sheng shook his head. He casually took out two of the Heavenly Court's celestial pills and stuffed them straight into her slightly parted crimson lips. Afterward, he stood in front of her.

Tilting his head slightly, Wang Sheng transmitted, "I'll have a few words with him to stall for time. Tell me everything he can do, then focus on your recovery."

"You..."

Lishang's gaze turned complicated as despair, emotion, and a trace of calm acceptance filled it.

Using voice transmission, she quickly revealed Tan Lang's various abilities and techniques. Meanwhile, Wang Sheng fixed his eyes on the elder, preparing to speak to and stall him as soon as the elder made a move.

According to Lishang, Tan Lang was an extremely rare fiend cultivator who focused on physical strength. He trained his physique as his main Dao and his Primordial Spirit as a supplement. Physically, he was incomparably powerful.

Extreme speed, instantaneous short-range movement, razor-sharp wolf claws, an incredibly sturdy body, and—the most troublesome of all—a skyful of phantasms.

The more Wang Sheng listened, the colder his Dao Heart grew. Tan Lang could truly be his and Lishang's death tribulation.

The axeman flew to the elder and knelt before him, making Wang Sheng's pupils slightly constrict.

Glancing at the swordsman, a cold rage ignited in his Dao Heart.

The war slaves have been bowing to that fiend cultivator? It doesn't matter if they were a member or an enemy of the Heavenly Court. How could he make them suffer such humiliation?!

One of them could be a senior of the Shu Sword Sect who had followed the Heavenly Court into battle long ago! Has that fiend cultivator been making him kneel like that axeman for over a hundred thousand years?!

"I swear by the Great Dao! If I survive this day, then I will do everything in my power to one day destroy the Celestial Wind Sect!"

A bolt of lightning fell from space and lit up the field of planet fragments!

Lishang stared in shock at the sword cultivator before her. She could only see the six flying swords revolving around him; the Dragon Sword, which he held tightly with his right hand; and his left fist, which he clenched so tightly that blood dripped from it.

None of the four who could still move in the array saw that when the lightning struck down, the dying swordsman suddenly opened his eyes. The emptiness in his gaze slowly went away. Deep confusion set in, but it also faded slowly.

San Tong... Little Lian...