One person established a clan

Chapter 57 Only One Sword

"Absolutely not!"

The elders of each sect were terrified, and Xu Qifeng's face was even more pale. "Those ice puppets are extremely ferocious. Even our combined strength is no match for them. This underground palace is so treacherous and unpredictable. How can we dare to advance so recklessly?"

"Elder Xu is absolutely right." The cultivator from Qilin Peak also frowned. "This secret realm is too dangerous. Why don't we find an opportunity to leave first and invite other experts to come and explore further—"

"Do you really think that this place is a place you can come and go as you please?"

The old man from Huangshan interrupted them with a wooden stick, hammering the ground. He turned back with a dark gaze. "You were able to escape here because the cave collapsed and broke many of the restrictions."

But now the Ice Golem has blocked our retreat, turning back now would be tantamount to seeking our own death!"

Xu Qifeng's expression grew increasingly grim: "According to you, we can only keep moving forward?"

"This is the only way to have a chance of survival."

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the old man Huangshan. He flipped his sleeves and threw out a dozen pills: "Take them."

The monks quickly raised their hands to grab it, and when they looked, a refreshing medicinal fragrance filled the air. "This is..."

"Haoyu Pill!" The Snake Valley elder's pupils shrank slightly. "This pill is of the highest grade Xuan-grade. Senior Huang, are you really willing to give it to us?"

"For now, only if we work together can we overcome the difficulties."

The old man's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the pill, his pale face instantly flushed with color. "These are just external possessions, naturally they are insignificant."

Seeing him taking it himself, everyone hesitated for a moment before raising their heads and swallowing it.

A warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let's go."

The old man from Huangshan touched the ground with the tip of his staff and was the first to step into the deep underground palace.

The cultivators secretly frowned, and although they felt it was strange, they had no choice but to follow closely.

Little did they know that the corners of the old man Huangshan's mouth twitched quietly, revealing an unconcealable sly smile.

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The sound of footsteps on the snow was so cold that it penetrated into the bones, and the monks felt even more uneasy.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared in front of me, illuminating the surrounding palaces in an instant.

"There are ice puppets here too?!" Xu Qifeng clenched the broken knife tightly, his throat tightening.

The cultivators held their breath and looked around, only to see ice debris covering the ground and cracks like spider webs climbing the walls, but there was no trace of the ice puppet.

"No."

Xu Qifeng and the others looked around again and again before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing at the devastation on the ground, they were puzzled. The current situation clearly showed that a fierce battle had taken place not long ago.

But what was strange was that there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy left in the entire ice palace, which made it even more bizarre.

"Mr. Huang, can you see the clues——"

Several monks were about to ask, but they saw that the calmness that Old Man Huangshan had maintained along the way had disappeared, and his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

"Why. Why is it like this?!"

The old man from Huangshan swept the snow with his staff, looking at the crisscrossing cracks on the ground, his face full of astonishment. "How could the ice puppet disappear?"

The monks from various sects heard the voice and looked over, their faces showing strange expressions. "Senior Lingge, what did you just say?"

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

The old man from Huangshan turned a deaf ear and turned into a gray shadow and flew towards the empty pavilion.

Seeing that the pavilion was empty inside and outside, his pupils suddenly shrank and a roar erupted from his throat: "Why is everything gone?!"

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When the monks saw this, their faces suddenly changed.

The Huangshan old man's behavior is so suspicious, could he have been here before?!
"Impossible, there is clearly no spiritual energy left here."

The old man from Huangshan fell into the pavilion and kept searching for the whereabouts, but his face became increasingly gloomy. He suddenly smashed the stone table with a palm.

"Who is it! Who got here before me?"

"Old Huang, tell us the truth immediately!"

Xu Qifeng and the others gathered around him, all of them wary, their eyes filled with murderous intent. "What are you hiding from us?" Old Man Huangshan closed his eyes, slumped his shoulders, and exhaled fiercely. The fury on his face finally faded.

"My affairs are no longer important. Someone has already arrived here faster than us and has taken away all the rare treasures on the ground!"

"What did you say?" The monks were stunned when they heard this.

They were in danger and knew how steep and terrifying this cave was. How could they have expected that other cultivators had already broken in here?
"Which sect's cultivators did this—"

"Hurry into the hall, there is still a chance to catch up with that man!" The old man Huangshan turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the corridor.

The monks were shocked and confused, but when they thought of the "rare treasures" that could make the monks in Lingge lose their composure, they could not contain their desire and immediately followed.

"This, this is."

Passing through the darkness, the sight of the ruins of the ice palace made the old man Huangshan's eyes widen.

In the vast ice palace, one could clearly see two huge bodies lying among the ruins, still crumbling away bit by bit.

Xu Qifeng and others arrived shortly afterwards and were even more shocked when they saw this scene.

"Could this be the axe-wielding monster?!"

"Who on earth is this person who can defeat two ice puppets in one fell swoop?!"

hum-

In an instant, the spiritual energy surged like a raging wave, causing the monks' robes to flutter.

What a powerful aura!

Xu Qifeng and the others stared in horror, and suddenly saw three silhouettes emerge from the opposite corridor.

"—It's more lively than expected."

Su Cheng waved his hand to signal Feng Sha to stay, and walked alone across the snow and frost on the ground. "I thought only a few people would get in by chance."

Facing his scrutinizing gaze, the veins on the old man Huangshan's withered claws bulged, and his wooden stick almost burst.

"It's you, little thief, who sneaked in here and stole my opportunity!"

"Hmm?" Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who are you?"

"Old Huang, don't be impulsive!"

Xu Qifeng and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly shouted, "These three people were able to break through this realm and kill the two ice puppets. Their cultivation must be extremely strong. Don't act rashly!"

“Shut up!” The old man from Huangshan fluttered his crane cloak and waved his hand to summon seven magical treasures that circled around his body.

"Now that we have reached this critical juncture, I will no longer hide my incompetence. Everyone, lend a hand and subdue and kill this little thief first!"

Seeing him suddenly burst out with tyrannical pressure, stirring up the howling wind and snow, the monks retreated several steps in fear.

Such power is almost the same as that of a Danxuan master!
"Old Huang, you've been hiding so many things, and you still want us to be obedient?!"

Xu Qifeng suddenly pulled back violently, and the monks came to their senses the moment they came to their senses and also retreated in panic.

Seeing two powerful men about to fight to the death, how could they risk their lives by intervening for no reason? It would be better to sit back and watch the two sides fight, and then let them reap the rewards themselves -

"Who asked you to leave?"

At this moment, the old man Huangshan sneered and shook the umbrella beside him.

In an instant, Xu Qifeng and others screamed in pain, and gray mist rose from their seven orifices. It was as if their souls were being sucked out alive, and in the blink of an eye, they were all put into the cloth umbrella.

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Su Cheng glanced at the monks lying on the ground, then silently looked at the old man in the crane cloak with a sneer on his face.

"Fortunately, I was well prepared. I collected the souls of all the cultivators I met on the road and gave these idiots Soul Fusion Pills."

The old man from Huangshan stroked his umbrella and grinned fiercely, the blood-stained surface of the umbrella moving like a living creature. "If you are attacked by this old man's 'Soul-killing Technique,' even if you are a Danxuan master, you will die!"

Ghosts wailed and screamed, and Su Cheng looked at the soul-capturing evil light sweeping up, and he just swung his sword down indifferently.

"Spiritual energy filling, fifty years."

The silver flame sword light flashed suddenly, tearing through the numerous ghost shadows in an instant.

"Huh?" The old man from Huangshan still had a sinister smile on his face, but his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles, and his sight was instantly covered and swallowed by the vast silver light.

(End of this chapter)