Immortals Step into Heaven

The old man felt a surge of overwhelming force, sending him and his sword flying like a kite with its string cut. The powerful impact felt like a hammer hitting his chest, and his throat felt sweet as blood spurted out uncontrollably. His face was filled with pain, and his once rosy complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

Seeing his strike had succeeded, Zheng Yuan refused to let this golden opportunity slip away. He tapped the ground lightly and charged forward like a ghost. His eyes shone with determination and resolve as he swung the Beihai Staff once more. Six shadows materialized from thin air, charging towards the old man like a raging storm.

The old man stared at the six baton shadows that were coming down again, his eyes filled with despair. He knew his life was hanging by a thread. Panicked, he reached for his storage bag, trying to retrieve a defensive weapon to block the deadly attack. His hand fumbled with the bag, his fingers trembling slightly from the tension. Sweat dripped down his forehead, blurring his vision.

Unfortunately, time was running out. Before he could successfully retrieve his magical weapon, Zheng Yuan's six club shadows crashed down on him like a mountain. With a chilling crack of bones, the old man was flung back like a tattered rag doll. His body traced a tragic arc through the air before landing heavily on the ground in the distance, sending up a cloud of dust.

By this time, he was a bloody mess, his clothes soaked in blood and tattered, and his life force had instantly become extremely weak. All this thrilling and terrifying happened in just a few breaths. Zheng Yuan's success this time was due to the advantage of a sneak attack. In a head-on confrontation, killing the old man would not be so easy.

The old man's death finally brought everyone to their senses. Shui Changyun's expression instantly darkened as he witnessed this tragic scene. His previously calm features twisted and distorted, his eyes burning with rage. Without a word, he immediately activated his supreme magical flying sword. The sword instantly transformed into a stream of light, radiating brilliantly. As if sensing its master's wrath, it roared towards Zheng Yuan with unwavering murderous intent.

In this utterly terrifying, utterly terrifying escape, Liu Pingping ran at full speed, her hair disheveled and her clothes ripped in patches by the thorns along the way. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst through her throat. At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: escape the Tianshui Sect's pursuit and survive.

As she ran, panic-stricken and bewildered, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. It leaped from a nearby hiding spot like a cheetah, swift as a whistling breeze. Liu Pingping instinctively glanced in its direction, and upon seeing the unkempt man's face, her eyes widened. The fear in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced by surprise and confusion.

The man was none other than Zheng Yuan. His hair was a little disheveled, his clothes stained with dust and dirt, but his eyes held a resolute and courageous expression. Liu Pingping's lips trembled slightly, and then she couldn't help but shout, "Junior Brother Zheng, why is it you?" The voice seemed particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere, yet it also expressed her surprise and delight at Zheng Yuan's sudden appearance.

Zheng Yuan heard Liu Pingping's cry, but he had no time to respond. His gaze was fixed on the hurtling sword, a supremely powerful magical weapon. He took a deep breath and swiftly swung the Beihai staff in his hand, slicing a series of mysterious arcs in front of him. The shadows of the staff overlapped, forming a simple defensive light curtain. The light curtain emitted a faint blue light, colliding with the dazzling light of the flying sword. For a moment, light splashed everywhere, and a "sizzling" sound was heard, like metal rubbing against each other.

Seeing his flying sword blocked, Shui Changyun snorted coldly, his hands rapidly switching spells while muttering something to himself. The flying sword instantly shone brightly, its speed increasing dramatically. Like a brilliant meteor, it pierced the atmosphere, charging towards Zheng Yuan with unstoppable momentum. Zheng Yuan's face darkened. He knew the power of this blow, so he no longer held back. His spiritual energy circulated furiously, channeling it completely into the Beihai Staff. As if sensing its master's determination, the Beihai Staff emitted a low humming sound, and the staff's dim light instantly surged, tinting the defensive light curtain a deep golden color.

With a resounding "bang!", the flying sword collided fiercely with the defensive light barrier of the Beihai Staff. The powerful impact spread outward, instantly raising a layer of dust from the surrounding ground and sending rocks flying. Xu Wen and the others were forced to retreat to avoid being caught. Zheng Yuan felt a tremendous force radiating through the Beihai Staff, and his body involuntarily stumbled back a few steps, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground.

Shui Changyun refused to give up, taking advantage of Zheng Yuan's precarious position to unleash his flying sword once more. This time, the flying sword split into several sword shadows in the air, stabbing at Zheng Yuan from different directions. Zheng Yuan's heart trembled. He took a deep breath and forced himself to steady himself. He danced the Beihai staff with impenetrable force, the shadows of the staff and the sword intertwining and colliding in the air, creating a dazzling array of sparks.

Tianshui Sect Shui Yinyin and the four of them also quickly killed Zheng Yuan and others.

Liu Pingping saw Zheng Yuan didn't respond. Although she had many questions in her mind, the situation was critical and she couldn't think much about them. She turned to look at Xu Wen, Zhang Xueyue, and Tang Shishan, who were also in shock, and said anxiously, "Junior Brother Zheng must be here to help us. We can't just stand here and do nothing. We have to find a way to deal with this together."

Xu Wen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and said, "Junior Sister Liu is right. Although I have consumed a lot of mana, I cannot retreat." After that, he took out a defensive talisman from his storage bag and chanted an incantation. The talisman instantly transformed into a golden shield, enveloping the four people.

Zhang Xueyue also clenched the magic weapon in her hand. She gently waved the top-grade magic flying sword to perform the Ice Soul Sword Technique, and the temperature around her dropped. She said, I still have the strength to fight. Tang Shishan silently circulated the magic power in his body, ready to provide support at any time.

Liu Pingping looked at them, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She said, "Okay, then let's work together." With that, she rushed in the direction of Zheng Yuan, followed closely by Xu Wen and the others. Zhang Xueyue wielded a top-grade magical weapon, muttering something. Several huge ice spikes appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Shui Yinyin, attempting to stop her.