All-round spiritual master, the master is messing up again

Murong An wanted to say something else, but Pei Shu interrupted him.

"I am not here to listen to your explanation. I am here to seek justice for my disciple. You are not fit to be the emperor. I will have a good talk with the other sect leaders." Pei Shu's voice was cold and threatening.

But she does not need threats, as her strength has reached that of a Sword Master, surpassing all the sect masters and approaching the strength of the ancestors in the sect.

Murong An's face turned purple. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to start.

Pei Shu stopped talking nonsense, she never liked nonsense.

She held a long sword in her hand and had a stern look in her eyes. It looked like she was not going to save his face.

When Murong An wanted to speak, Pei Shu had already swung his sword, so he had to dodge in a hurry. The dragon throne he had just sat on was split in half.

"Why are you so unreasonable? I will report it to your four major sects!" Murong An dodged her sword shadow, but no one in the hall dared to stop him.

"Help me, you idiots!"

Pei Shu swung his sword again, and this time he failed to dodge it. A large gash was cut on his shoulder, and blood gushed out.

No one in the hall dared to move, and no one could move.

They all had extremely heavy pressure on them, and it was impossible to even move, let alone rescue the emperor.

Gu Qinghan watched Pei Shu's movements carefully, but found that he could not capture her movements at all without using his spiritual sense, and was horrified.

Is this the strength of a Spiritual Lord? This is too strong. Every move is almost a residual image. No wonder Murong An, a high-level Spiritual King, couldn't dodge it.

It's not that he didn't want to dodge, it's just that he couldn't dodge at all. The crazy woman was so fast that it was difficult for him to avoid being hit by the sword, let alone escape.

There was really no other way, so Murong An had to take out a jade slip and crush it with great efficiency.

"Just wait, the master is coming and you will all die!" Murong An shouted, but there was no one behind him.

Murong Xue and Murong Lin would not be so stupid. Since Murong An likes to self-destruct, let him die.

Pei Shu was stunned for a moment, then directly locked Murong An with the Soul Binding Chain.

"It's true, men in black robes, we're waiting for you." Pei Shu's eyes were sharp. She had entered the realm of Sword Master. Her spiritual awareness had expanded, and she could search dozens of miles in an instant. She could clearly feel the powerful movement of spiritual power.

"So what? You, a Sword Master, still want to stop the Lord's steps? Just wait, within a hundred years, the Ancient Continent will be full of Spirit Masters."

Murong An became strangely calm. Even though he was a prisoner, he still looked down upon him.

"Oh? Really? Then there is no need for you, the little spiritual king, to exist." Pei Shu raised the sword, but the sword was not even placed on his neck.

"Even if I chop off your head in front of all these civil and military officials, what does it matter?" Pei Shu said arrogantly, but his eyes were calm.

The madness in Murong An's eyes became even more intense. He felt it, he felt it, the master was only a mile away from here and could arrive in an instant.

Pei Shu didn't pay attention to his expression. He raised his sword and chopped it down, taking his head off his neck. When his head fell to the ground, his face was still full of arrogance.

"My sword is called Zhan Xie, which means to cut off all the evil in this world."

Pei Shu's sword did not stop, but was raised again. This time she did not draw the sword, but concentrated her spiritual sense and used it to cut down Murong An's soul that was trying to escape.

A burst of white light appeared in the air. Soul practitioners could not see it with the naked eye, and those with insufficient spiritual awareness could not feel it. The act of destroying the soul body was mostly possible only for those who were at the level of Spirit Master or Sword Master or above, but this would also consume a huge amount of mental energy.

"Wow, Master is so handsome." Gu Qinghan looked at Pei Shu's crisp and clear swordsmanship and realized for the first time the meaning of unparalleled. It was not just unparalleled swordsmanship, but unparalleled in the world.

Gu Qinghan only felt that his state of mind had become much more open, and even the speed of the spiritual energy flowing in his body had increased.

"Yes, Master is still so decisive after more than ten years." Xu Yize responded to Gu Qinghan's words, his eyes still looking in Pei Shu's direction, and he did not notice Gu Qinghan's situation.

Bai Ziyue was right next to Gu Qinghan and immediately noticed Gu Qinghan's unusual movements.

At this moment, a golden light flashed on her body, and her whole body was shrouded in a golden protective shield.

She had already sat cross-legged, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy around her, gradually forming a vortex.

"Junior sister, are you...about to break through?" Bai Ziyue looked at her with shock in her eyes. Gu Qinghan had only entered the Spirit King realm for a year, and she had broken through again? Is she a monster? Is she so talented?

When the remaining brothers and sisters heard her words, they turned around to look. Unexpectedly, the vortex on Gu Qinghan's body was getting bigger and bigger, almost swallowing her up.

Pei Shu also noticed the situation over there, but she was now overwhelmed. A group of extremely powerful people had already arrived at the palace, and many of them had cultivation levels comparable to hers.

Pei Shu's face was solemn. She was afraid that she could not withstand such a powerful attack by herself.

"You, killed him?" A hoarse voice was heard, and then hundreds of tall figures rushed in.

The civil and military officials who were originally intimidated by Pei Shu's murderous aura now dared not even breathe, for fear of being crushed to pieces by these big guys.

"Coming? Too slow." Pei Shu did not show it on his face, still looking mysterious.

"Oh? Are you looking forward to our arrival?" The black-robed man at the head raised his voice. He didn't expect that they knew they were coming and dared to be so rampant.

"Of course, Master of Wentian Peak, Pei Shu, please teach me." After saying that, Pei Shu took the lead in drawing the sword. Her figure was like a ghost, and she easily flashed in front of the man in black robe.

Her sword was long, and the moment it stabbed out it cut the black-robed man's arm, and a stream of blue blood gushed out.

Everyone was watching the situation nervously, not missing the color flowing on the black-robed man's body. This was not a color that humans would have, and it was not even the color of blood that would appear on this continent.

They were shocked and still couldn't believe their guess.

The man in black robe groaned, but did not dodge. Instead, he clenched his fists, condensed the blue spiritual power and black silk threads together, and blasted out fiercely.

His spiritual power was so strong that the air was distorted, making a sharp whistling sound.

However, all this seemed to have been expected by Pei Shu.

She dodged the attack without hesitation and easily avoided it.

After landing lightly to the side, a hint of teasing flashed in Pei Shu's eyes.

Although these black-robed men are powerful, their thinking seems a bit stupid.

Pei Shu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. It seems that there is still a chance of fighting, but since his master has been called here, he should just wait.