Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Listening to the conversation between the three, Zheng Yin silently took a step away. To slap a genius disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect to death, what else could he be but a demon god?

At this moment, a group of disciples from the Xiaoyao Sect arrived quickly, led by Shao Wulang and Xin Silang.

“It’s Ye Wuxi from the tavern.” After glancing at the three of them, Shao Hui stopped and whispered to Xin Dahai.

Xin Dahai landed in front of them nonchalantly, waved his white fan, and looked at Nan Nian with a slight smile, "If Fairy Nan loses, remember our promise, don't just resort to having the Sword Emperor come out and bully us..."

"Isn't this a life-or-death battle? What promise?" Ye Wuxi nudged Duanmo and asked in confusion.

"In this one-sided life-or-death battle, Xin Dahai lost his life, and Senior Sister lost her life," Duan Mo said in a low voice.

Ye Wuxi looked at Xin Dahai's smug and nonchalant demeanor and smirked, "Where does he get his confidence from?"

"It's probably that fan," Duanmo said seriously.

"The fan is nice." Ye Wuxi glanced at it and nodded. An ordinary folding fan, set off by Xin Dahai, looked undeniably elegant.

"You should worry about your own life. Do you even deserve our request for a master?" Nan Nian looked him over from head to toe and said indifferently.

"You'll have your day!" Xin Dahai snapped his fan shut and said angrily.

"You won't have a chance to cry," Nan Nian said dismissively. "And don't wait, let's just fight."

After saying that, Nan Nian nodded to Ye Wuxi and Duan Mo, and flew directly down to Crescent Lake.

Xin Dahai snorted coldly, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and landed on the opposite shore of the lake, exuding a dashing style at all times.

Shao Hui, along with several disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, quietly went to another small mountain to watch the battle. Without any experts around, even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to provoke Ye Wuxi again.

"Junior Sister, how many moves do you think Xin Dahai can withstand?" Duan Mo asked with interest.

"I won't even last one song." Ye Wuxi wasn't worried about the outcome of this battle at all.

Seventh Senior Sister is at the peak of the sixth level of Martial King, while Xin Dahai is only at the early stage of the eighth level of Martial King. The difference in their cultivation levels is not significant. Even if ten of them came, they would not be a match for Senior Sister.

Moreover, the music that Seventh Senior Sister cultivates is the most powerful music in Buddhism, which can be completely countered by the disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect who mostly practice illusion and soul-capturing techniques.

"Eighth Senior Brother!" Ye Wuxi, having nothing better to do, suddenly had a mischievous urge and patted Duanmo on the shoulder.

"Um... Junior Sister, can you let go?" Duan Mo's face twisted as he turned his head and gritted his teeth. He then realized that Ye Wuxi's cultivation level was already the same as his, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Ye Wuxi withdrew his hand and chuckled. No wonder his sixth senior brother used to like patting Duanmo. Judging from his reaction, it was quite amusing.

“I want to make changes,” Duanmo suddenly said.

"Huh? You're going to switch to the body-strengthening path? That can't be right." Ye Wuxi scratched his head.

"No, I want to become a monk." Duan Mo snorted coldly.

Ye Wuxi was speechless and coughed twice, saying, "The expressionless ancient Buddha doesn't seem to suit Eighth Senior Brother. Why don't you consider Third Senior Sister's approach? Domineering and unrestrained, with both offense and defense."

"Have you ever heard of the Light Demon?" Duan Mo remained silent.

"Hmm, that makes sense." Ye Wuxi stroked her chin and patted his shoulder. "We sword cultivators are by no means weak, okay?"

While the two were talking, they were already engaged in a fierce battle on Crescent Lake.

"Desire." Xin Dahai stared intently at Nan Nian with deep, dark eyes, while simultaneously playing his purple flute. The flowing notes seemed to evoke desire in people's hearts, leading them to fall into its clutches.

"It is the Seven Emotions and Desires Melody of the Free and Unfettered Sect."

Hearing the flute music, those with lower cultivation levels felt they were about to succumb to the illusion and desire, and quickly guarded their minds and retreated a little further away.

Nan Nian remained unmoved, staring directly into his eyes. He lightly plucked the ancient strings with both hands, and golden light suddenly shone brightly all around, accompanied by a chorus of Buddhist chants that seemed to purify everything.

Two great musical notes clashed in the void, stirring up a splash on the lake.

"Kill." As Nan Nian uttered the word, the sound of Sanskrit chants in the void intensified, and golden Sanskrit characters flew out, transforming into ten golden-winged divine birds. With a long cry, they broke through the Fallen Desire Melody and charged straight towards Xin Dahai.

"Summoning the Golden-Winged Bird to fight is the Great Brahma Universal Song!"

"I never expected that the Sword Emperor's disciple would master the most powerful Buddhist melody, a tradition that even the Western Continent Buddhist sect doesn't have."

"The Mad Monk of the Tavern is also a killing Buddha. The Sword Emperor is no simple man."

As they gazed at the terrifying golden bird in the void, gasps of alarm echoed from all around.

The flute music stopped abruptly. Under the impact of the chanting, Xin Dahai's mouth gushed blood, and he quickly dodged away using the Free and Easy Step.

"Destroy!" Xin Dahai left behind afterimages in the void, his Yuan power bursting forth wildly as he continuously swung his flute, slashing at the Golden-Winged Bird.

Nan Nian remained calm, his fingertips moving rapidly, unleashing layers of terrifying sonic waves that crashed against Xin Dahai, while the Golden-Winged Bird grew even more ferocious.

"Get out of my way!" Xin Dahai, covered in blood, suddenly shouted, crushing something to block the attack. As the defensive light barrier shattered, he fled into the distance with the wind beneath his feet.

"Isn't this a life-or-death battle? It's not appropriate for Xin Silang to run away, is it?" The spectators were stunned as they watched the retreating figure disappear into the distance.

Ye Wuxi and Duan Mo pursed their lips, completely calm. "Do you think you can escape?"

As expected, Nan Nian's figure flashed, and with incredible speed, a golden palm shot out from the sky, directly descending upon Xin Silang's body.

With a scream, Xin Dahai was completely reduced to a pool of blood.

The disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect had ashen faces, while Nan Nian leisurely returned to Ye Wuxi and the other person's side.

"Is this peace?" Zheng Yin, who was not far behind, twitched her eyelids.

Hearing her whisper, Ye Wuxi turned around and smiled, "Miss Zheng, where did you go? The Great Brahma Universal Melody is a melody that can save all living beings and is the most peaceful melody imaginable."

"What a fine 'saving all living beings' statement." Zheng Yin chuckled twice, and was about to speak when a woman in a snow-white dress quickly landed and laughed.

"Senior Sister Zhong." Zheng Yin came to her side and greeted her with a cupped hand.

"My name is Zhong Xuexin. I have long wanted to learn from the esteemed disciple of the Sword Emperor. I wonder if Miss Ye would be willing to give me the opportunity today?" Zhong Xuexin nodded to her, then looked at Ye Wuxi and the other two and smiled with her hands clasped.

Zhong Xuexin, also known as Tingxue Sword, is the second-best sword master among the young generation.

"Of course." Ye Wuxi smiled and did not refuse.

"How lively! Zhong Xuexin, it's time for us to settle this today." A laugh rang out, and a woman in a purple dress swiftly landed.

"Zhan Chenyue, the Wind and Thunder Blade, and the Second Blade Sect have also arrived."

"Today's opportunity is rare. It seems that neither the Three Swords Sect nor the Two Blades Sect is willing to be left out and wants to use this opportunity to compete with each other."

Attracted by her laughter, everyone looked over and spoke up.

"Duanmo has come to fight." At this moment, a man in white robes carrying two swords landed on Crescent Lake, his voice booming.

"Go, Eighth Brother!"

"Keep it up, junior."

Ye Wuxi and Nan Nian looked at Duan Mo and smiled. Duan Mo nodded, drew his sword, and flew down to the opposite side of Linghu Yan.

As Linghu Yan, the master of dual swords, arrived, two powerful auras also quietly descended upon a small hill, gazing at each other from afar.