How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The battle raged on. If one were to look down from the clouds at this moment, one would surely see that the Tang army was advancing triumphantly, slaughtering cultivators from the three major sects along the way.

Ultimately, the three major sects were just remnants of their former forces, and their deployment to support Guanjiangkou was largely driven by personal feelings; their actual strength was far inferior.

Aside from Jian Ge, the other two factions had pitifully few elite troops. Only Lu Xueyan, Deshan, and Debiao were able to barely hold on and resist the unstoppable advance of the Tang soldiers.

Especially after the three top-tier assassins of the Tang Dynasty entered the fray, the balance of the battle was almost completely reversed. The combined strength of the three assassins was enough to overwhelm even Yang Jian, who possessed the qualities of a celestial being, leaving him helpless and forced to retreat in defeat.

A ferocious glint flashed in the ronin's eyes. He rapidly opened and closed the blade, rubbing the hilt together, unleashing the power of the inch-long blade in succession. Without hesitation, streaks of sword light coalesced into a mighty force, charging fiercely towards Yang Jian.

Even with his peak Mahayana aura, he was somewhat overwhelmed by the continuous release of the power of the inch-blade. This was the sword energy within the blade, which took decades to cultivate to produce a single inch-blade force, but now it was surging out wildly all at once.

Yang Jian was sent flying backward. He barely managed to get rid of the entangled red blood snakes when he saw streaks of light suddenly rushing towards him, as fast as the wind. He could only subconsciously open and close his third eye on his forehead, which burst out with intense golden light.

The power of the Heavenly Eye is dazzling and unparalleled. The buzzing light collides with the tiny point, stirring up boundless waves that overflow and churn.

Before he could turn around, Yang Jian was the first to be hit by the shockwave. He quickly retreated, and for a moment he could barely hold onto his three-pointed double-edged sword. Taking advantage of this pause, a gaunt figure threw a punch straight at Yang Jian's face as the energy surged up again.

Yang Jian was greatly shocked. The clear light of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts gathered all over his body, but he secretly groaned. This old man's fist technique was extremely strange and contained a decaying aura. If he took a punch head-on, his combat power would definitely decrease!

Just then, three streaks of clear air suddenly flashed across the horizon, abruptly piercing through the clouds and rushing in.

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded, carrying the sound of the Great Dao, traversing the barriers of space, and crashing down from the heavens.

A sword's cry swooped down from the sky, plunging straight into the battlefield. What was originally a single sword light suddenly split into three sword energies, piercing the heavens.

The first sword light was like the rising sun. Wherever the sword light passed, the boundless killing intent was swept away, the military might melted away, and the power of the Tang soldiers was greatly reduced in an instant.

The second sword light was like the bright moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground. Wherever it passed, sword intent flowed and condensed. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion felt a cool sensation in their hearts, and their sword skills suddenly soared.

The third sword light, like a vast galaxy, descended, its countless tiny, dazzling starlight intertwining and shining, directly rushing towards the withered old man in front of Yang Jian.

Boom!

The three sword intents each possess their own unique charm and creation. As they rushed into the battlefield, they transformed into different sword light powers depending on the situation they occupied. These were the sword intents of creation, which not only contained killing power but also vitality.

The decaying fist energy in the withered old man's hand collided with this punch, and the stellar power that was swept out dissipated in waves, just in time to receive this devastating punch.

At this moment, three figures finally appeared. The one in the lead had black hair like a waterfall, wore a linen robe, and had a stunningly beautiful face. As her clothes fluttered, it seemed as if thousands of sword intents flowed and died. Her brows were filled with resolute sword intent, and her face was full of solemnity. It was Li Xianjiu, who had returned from her training at Mount Sumeru.

The two women behind her were senior sisters sent by Mount Sumeru to help her. One held a jade bottle, the mouth of which was filled with purifying starlight; the other held a scorched-tail zither, and as she plucked the strings, the music was powerful and strong, no weaker than the three assassins opposite her.

"Jian Ge Li Xianjiu is here!"

Li Xianjiu's gaze pierced through the entire battlefield. She roared, her eyes filled with a mixture of regret and rage. She had only been away from the Sword Pavilion for a little over a month, and she never expected to witness such a dramatic change.

The Tang Emperor was unwilling to wait any longer and launched a plan to kill Li Muyun. After receiving a message from her master, she was extremely anxious. After completing the secret technique of irrigation and cleansing, she rushed back with her two senior sisters.

"The Three Lights Sword of Sumeru!"

With a face full of anger, Li Xianjiu slashed fiercely at the three assassin figures below.

hum.

The three sword lights were not physical entities, but rather a condensation of pure sword intent that severed cause and effect and destroyed past karma. This was the sword of judgment from Mount Sumeru.

The sword light was not aimed at the bodies of the assassins, but at the thread of destiny that intertwined between them, this battlefield, and the dragon aura of the Tang Emperor. This could be described as a sword of great power and great destiny, severing the cause and effect of a person's karma with a single strike.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Three faint cracking sounds rang out, and the three people in the distance were immediately stunned, their auras declining.

The despairing intent in Ronin Oni-to's sword suddenly froze. The blood energy he had accumulated, as well as the killing aura condensed from the resentment of countless battlefield dead, were now as if they had been washed away, and the power of his sword instantly plummeted by 30%.

The deadly red silk thread wrapped around the eunuch's ten fingers trembled violently. He had served the dynasty his entire life and was forcibly severed by the divine mandate of the Tang emperor's dragon aura. The red silk thread at his fingertips dimmed, and his evil power was greatly reduced.

The withered old man's expression changed drastically. His already aged face was now covered with sores, and his body was even more hunched and frail. He was like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of death at any moment.

"Huh? This old man?"

Upon seeing the withered old man's drastic change in appearance, the two senior sisters who had come with Li Xianjiu immediately became serious. They realized that this old man was extraordinary and was actually stealing heavenly secrets to prolong his lifespan by relying on the dynasty's fortune.

After unleashing the sword that severs karma, Lu Xueyan's expression was not good. Her black hair had turned white. This kind of karmic sword almost consumes her lifespan. Now that a great enemy is at hand, she can't care about anything else.

"Humph!"

Yang Jian was no ordinary man. Seeing the situation suddenly reverse, he knew that this slight flaw could mean the difference between life and death. He suppressed the surging blood in his heart, slammed his right hand on the ground to use the force to spin around, and the remaining blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword drew a powerful silver light.

boom!

The withered old man walked slowly and staggered, knocked back by the sharp edge of the blade, and another scar appeared on his chest.

Yang Jian staggered to his feet, his silver armor shattered and his body covered in blood. He finally had a chance to catch his breath. He looked up at the figure in hemp clothing in the sky, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He naturally knew the name Li Xianjiu, Mu Yun's Daoist partner. He never expected that she would enter the Great Sumeru Mountain and bring such a capable helper. He sighed deeply in his heart, thinking that she had saved his life.

"Mount Sumeru?"

The Tang emperor stood atop his dragon carriage, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Even as the battle raged on the battlefield below, he still had no intention of intervening. As the Heavenly Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, everything was under his control, and he had long been accustomed to this sense of control. However, some changes had now occurred.