Immortals Step into Heaven

Under Zheng Yuan's powerful blow, the sword formation flickered and cracked. Shui Changyun's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected Zheng Yuan to be so tenacious and cleverly timed that he nearly broke his carefully crafted sword formation. He ignored the excessive loss of spiritual power and forcefully poured his own spiritual power into the flying sword like a tide, trying to stabilize the sword formation.

Zheng Yuan's blood surged with the recoil of the sword formation, but the determination in his eyes intensified. He gritted his teeth, gripping the Beihai Staff with both hands, pouring his spiritual power into it without reservation. The staff's aura grew increasingly intense, competing with the radiance of the sword formation. Seeing Zheng Yuan's devotion, Liu Pingping felt both admiration and concern. She swung her red whip even faster, weaving shadows like a web, repeatedly striking at the weak spots on Shui Changyun's side, attempting to distract him and relieve the pressure on him.

The collision of Tang Shishan's axe and the sword array unleashed a powerful energy storm. At the fringes of the storm, Xu Wen and Zhang Xueyue struggled to fend off attacks from Shui Yinyin and the Tianshui Sect disciples. Seeing Shui Changyun in trouble, Shui Yinyin, distraught, abandoned her confrontation with Zhang Xueyue. Her hands rapidly transformed into hand seals, and the water vapor around her frantically gathered, forming a massive water ball. Icy spikes, like the spines of a hedgehog, enveloped the ball. With a delicate cry, she propelled the ball toward Zheng Yuan and the others.

Xu Wen sensed the danger behind him and quickly unleashed several lightsabers, turning to meet the water ball. The moment the lightsabers made contact, a sizzling sound erupted, sending vapor billowing and icy spires scattering. Zhang Xueyue wasn't slow to react. She manipulated the icy spires, forming a shield around Xu Wen's lightsaber to protect against the water ball's impact. However, Shui Yinyin's attack was incredibly powerful, and while the water ball slowed under the pressure of the two, it continued to advance.

At the center of the sword formation, the battle between Zheng Yuan and Shui Changyun entered a crucial moment. Zheng Yuan felt the vibrations emanating from the Beihai staff and knew this was the perfect opportunity to break the formation. If he missed it, once Shui Changyun stabilized the sword formation, his side would be in even greater danger. He took a deep breath and summoned a trace of spiritual power deep within his body. This spiritual power had been accidentally acquired during his daily training, but he had never used it. Now, in order to break the formation, he could not care less.

Zheng Yuan shouted, and the halo around the Beihai Staff instantly swelled, blazing like the sun. He raised the staff high and slammed it down towards the core of the sword formation. This strike channeled all his strength and determination, the staff slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Shui Changyun, alarmed by this, desperately channeled his last ounce of spiritual energy into his flying sword, attempting to strengthen the sword formation's defenses.

At the moment the North Sea Stick collided with the core of the sword formation, a dazzling light shot up into the sky. Within this light, energy waves spread outward like surging ocean waves. The people around were struck by this powerful energy wave and sent flying backwards. Zheng Yuan gripped the North Sea Stick tightly in the light. His body was shaken by the energy wave, but he never let go of the weapon. Shui Changyun's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The flying sword above him dimmed, and the sword formation was completely shattered by the blow.

As the sword formation shattered, Shui Changyun flew backward like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the ground. Zheng Yuanqiang, straining his exhausted body, walked towards Shui Changyun step by step. Each step felt like a thousand pounds of weight, but his eyes remained fixed on his opponent, revealing an unquestionable determination.

Liu Pingping, Tang Shishan, and the others quickly broke free of their respective opponents and gathered around Zheng Yuan. Though wounded, they were all ready to continue the fight. Seeing Shui Changyun lying critically injured, Shui Yinyin, distraught, rushed over recklessly. With a wave of her delicate hand, the remaining moisture transformed into countless sharp icy spikes, which rained down upon Zheng Yuan and the others.

Xu Wen stepped forward, his lightsaber spinning rapidly in front of him, forming an impenetrable curtain of swords. Icy spikes struck the curtain with a resounding clang, sending up a shower of icy shards. Zhang Xueyue silently chanted a spell nearby, and the ground beneath her feet began to freeze. The ice quickly spread, extending towards Shui Yinyin, attempting to restrict her movement.

Tang Shishan approached Zheng Yuan and whispered, "Junior Brother Zheng, you take a break. I'll take care of this bitch." With that, he swung his axe and charged at Shui Yinyin, facing the ice spikes. Sparks flew as the axe and ice spikes collided. Though exhausted, Tang Shishan's spirit remained unwavering. He unleashed every last drop of his might, neutralizing Shui Yinyin's attacks one by one.

Zheng Yuan looked at Tang Shishan's back, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He knew that this was not the time to rest, so he silently circulated his spiritual power and adjusted his state. Liu Pingping asked softly, "Junior Brother Zheng, are you okay?" Zheng Yuan nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I can still fight."

At this moment, Shui Changyun struggled to rise from the ground. His body swayed like a candle in the wind, but his eyes burned with a raging fire of madness, as if to devour everything before him. He raised his hand with difficulty and reached for his storage bag with trembling hands. After fumbling for a while, he finally pulled out a talisman emitting a cold light. The moment the talisman appeared, the air around it trembled, as if sensing the immense energy contained within.

Shui Changyun, exhausting his last bit of strength, flung the talisman towards Zheng Yuan and the others. The talisman instantly shone with a blinding light in mid-air. Then, the light twisted and coiled like a serpent, quickly transforming into a massive, transparent sword. The blade was crystal clear, as if condensed from pure energy. A chilling light gleamed from the blade, as if it could easily rend anything in the world. With a whistling sound, it charged towards Zheng Yuan and the others like a deadly bolt of lightning.

Xu Wen, Zheng Yuan, Zhang Xueyue, and Liu Pingping had been preoccupied with preparing for Shui Changyun's potential death struggle, but they hadn't anticipated his sudden use of such a powerful talisman. Instantly, their faces paled, their hearts gripped by an invisible hand as fear surged through them like a tide. Xu Wen's eyes widened, the gleam of his lightsaber dimming slightly. Zheng Yuan's grip on the Beihai Staff trembled slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Zhang Xueyue's lips pursed unconsciously, the chill surrounding her trembling with her inner turmoil. Liu Pingping's red whip seemed to have lost its former agility, and she subconsciously held it across her body, as if that would ward off the impending catastrophe.