The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 722 One Sword Shatters Nine Heavens

"It was so precious that even I felt relieved and happy instead of angry."

"Since you've ruined one batch of my pills, then you'll compensate me with your three disciples as materials for my next batch of pills."

Having said that, he waved his hand, and a magical artifact floated into the void.

It is a bowl-shaped magical artifact, a spiritual tool for alchemy and also a magical artifact for suppressing enemies, the Glazed Bowl.

"Give it to me!"

With a loud shout, the glass cup in the air released multicolored light and instantly grew ten thousand times larger, like an inverted bowl, pressing down on Tao Yaoyao and the other girls.

Go to hell.

With the broken iron sword 'Killing Heaven' in hand, Li Congxin swung it haphazardly toward the sky.

A sword beam tore through the obstruction, and the intense light from the shattering treasure was blinding. The large bowl that had fallen from the sky split in two.

Wang Xuanji was greatly surprised.

He held only an ordinary iron sword, yet it could cleave his magical artifact in two with a single strike. Just as he had predicted, this person was hiding his true strength; he was at least a Nascent Soul stage expert.

"No wonder they dare to be so arrogant here; they have some confidence."

Wang Xuanji sneered, but even if it was a Nascent Soul stage expert like himself, he was not afraid. Let alone someone of the same realm, he had immersed himself in alchemy for thousands of years and even had the foundation to suppress and kill opponents beyond his realm.

boom!

As he unleashed his aura, a fierce wind howled throughout the entire mountain gate.

"Old man, it's a pity you've come to the wrong place to show off your arrogance. I'll finish you off first, and then slowly study your disciples." Standing proudly above the mountain gate, Wang Xuanji stretched out a hand. As his spiritual power burst forth, the hand was like a withered vine, constantly spreading forward and splitting into thousands of black vine arms, opening terrifying palms and pressing down on Li Congxin.

In an instant, the shadows of vines filled the sky.

"What a powerful magical power!"

"Faced with the sect leader's Ten Thousand Withering Hand, even ten Nascent Soul stage monsters would be reduced to ashes."

"All twenty of them must die!"

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Xuanji Sect were all amazed and their faces showed shock.

"They're getting serious!"

Li Congxin narrowed his eyes, then beamed with delight: "So that means you're refusing to apologize."

"it is good."

"If you dare to refuse, I will unleash my fury and wipe out your entire family." Immediately, he raised the iron sword in his hand and lightly flicked it with his other finger.

Amidst the buzzing sound, a piece of rust flew out.

That small patch of rust, like a flame, devoured the wasteland, instantly spreading and destroying the vines that covered the sky in the blink of an eye.

A patch of rust destroyed the vines that stretched across the sky, turning into a sea of ​​fire, as if the sky itself were ablaze. A powerful shockwave swept over, forcing Wang Xuanji to retreat wildly.

At the same time, the outstretched hand was quickly retracted.

next moment.

Wang Xuanji held a hand that was burned and scarred, his expression one of shock, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Within a radius of 18,000 li, our sect leader is invincible."

"I dare say that with this blow, that old man will be reduced to ashes."

"The sect leader is truly amazing..." Because Li Congxin's move was countered so quickly, the Xuanji Sect members, who were praising and flattering him, almost couldn't stop themselves from speaking.

Immediately, they all fell silent, their faces filled with astonishment and surprise.

"Wow!"

"Master, you're amazing!"

Tao Yaoyao saw Xue Luohong's beautiful eyes filled with admiration. Although her master often disregarded his image, he still possessed the aura of an unparalleled expert.

So pretentious!

In this brief exchange, Wang Xuanji unleashed a full-force attack, while Li Congxin merely flicked the blade with his finger.

A patch of rust shattered his magical powers, clearly demonstrating the difference in their abilities.

"You're not at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Wang Xuanji said in a deep voice, putting his injured hand behind his back, both to hide his embarrassment and disarray in front of his disciples and to secretly endure the pain. "This is all you think you can do to my disciple? Even a toad that's trying to eat swan meat wouldn't dare to have such a crooked thought."

Li Congxin gave an irrelevant answer, even showing some curiosity: "Are all the people in your Xuanji Sect incompetent, arrogant, and prone to reckless behavior?"

As he spoke, he casually grabbed Jianxue's arm and wiped his sword back and forth on her sleeve, as if he cherished the broken sword very much.

Looking at the deep and thick rust stains left on her sleeve, Jianxue looked at Li Congxin with a wronged expression.

Immediately, he sensibly handed his spirit sword to Li Congxin: "Master, why don't you use my cucumber first?"

Luo Hong obediently handed over the sword: "My eggplant will do too."

Tao Yaoyao chimed in, "Master, poke him with my banana."

"What would I do with all this stuff?" Li Congxin shouted, retreating as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

"Old man, do you really think you can defeat me?"

With a deep, angry shout, Wang Xuanji flew into a rage once more.

Not only did they show him contempt when they made their moves, but they even joked around with their disciples during the confrontation. What a contempt and humiliation this was for a sect leader like him!

"Do you perhaps have some special skill?"

Li Congxin's interest was immediately piqued, and he pointed his iron sword: "As the leader of a cultivation sect, you must have some special skills."

"I'll give you one more chance to make a move."

He kept waving at him: "Come on, come on, hurry up and kill me, or I'll wipe out your whole family."

Wang Xuanji's eyes shot out killing intent.

"Hahaha."

Suddenly, his gloomy expression vanished, and he became arrogant: "Arrogant old man, today, I'm going to refine your few good disciples."

"I'm determined to dismantle your old bones too."

With a flick of his fingertips across the sword's surface, he was able to break through his attack and injure his true body. This person's cultivation level was definitely above his; he was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even during the combined phase, he still suppressed them today!

Wang Xuanji took out a spiritual pill and quickly swallowed it.

This is the most precious treasure of his Xuanji Sect. There are only two of them in total. It is a spiritual pill that he refined with his life's blood and sweat. This pill can give a person the strength to break through a major realm in a short period of time.

Of course, once the effects of the medicine wear off, his cultivation level will drop back to its original state.

He wouldn't use it unless he encountered a formidable enemy and the situation was irreconcilable.

With the aid of the elixir, Wang Xuanji's aura surged dramatically! Boom!

A powerful divine energy burst forth from his body, transforming into a massive phantom that floated above the Xuanji Sect's mountain gate. The aura it released was like the sky collapsing, frantically suppressing the earth.

"Soul leaving the body!"

Upon seeing this, the people of Xuanji Sect were extremely excited, and exclamations rang out: "What powerful pressure! This is the aura of a peak Integration Stage cultivator!"

"He really has a unique skill."

Li Congxin was overjoyed and raised his hand: "I'll give you a burst of ammunition first."

Instantly, all the Xuanji Sect members who were stuck in the ground burst out, and with another wave of his hand, they shot towards Wang Xuanji's true form like cannonballs.

Boom boom boom...

Wang Xuanji showed no intention of dodging. One after another, humanoid cannonballs struck his primordial spirit phantom, like tomatoes hitting an iron wall, and fleshy bodies rotted in mid-air.

Everyone in the Xuanji Sect felt a chill run down their spines. Actually… they could have protected him.

Then, he shouted excitedly, "Look, the old guy can't break through our sect leader's defense!"

"Old man, do you realize how powerful I am?"

"If you voluntarily strip your disciple bare and hand him over, I might consider letting you die a quick death."

With a confident shout, Wang Xuanji stretched out one hand and circled it in the air. The lumps of mangled flesh instantly coalesced into a pillar of flesh.

He thrust his hands forward, and a pillar of flesh made of minced meat, accompanied by a howling wind, hurtled towards Li Congxin.

"Such a huge meat stick!"

Li Congxin was speechless. With a flick of his sleeve, he blasted the incoming pillar of flesh into a shower of minced meat.

The sight made everyone present shudder.

"Fun, fun." Li Congxin laughed so hard his eyes and eyebrows were all scrunched up. "Old Wang, you really don't care about your disciples at all."

"Then I will have to be ruthless too."

His eyes sharpened, and he tossed the iron sword into the sky.

As the peach blossoms fell like snow, everyone in the Xuanji Sect raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

The sword flew straight into the sky.

It flew higher and higher.

Missed.

It's completely invisible.

Everyone was taken aback, even Wang Xuanji looked bewildered.

"What kind of trick is this old guy playing?"

"bluff?"

Someone muttered to themselves, still not understanding what was going on. But the next moment...

boom!

Spacetime cracked, and heaven and earth opened.

High above, a massive, rusty iron sword, carrying a killing intent tens of thousands of feet long, shattered layers of the void and struck down from the sky.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The seemingly rusty iron sword was like a weapon in the hands of gods and demons, causing layers of laws to collapse and the world to shatter.

The enormous sword blade crashed down towards the Xuanji Gate.

Under the immense pressure, all three thousand members of the Xuanji Sect were instantly forced to the ground. Whether they were Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment cultivators, or Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivators, they were all lying on the ground.

And no one could move an inch. At that moment, terror surged through their hearts, and they all cried out in unison, "Sect Leader, save us!"

"puff!"

However, the sect leader was so shocked that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, the illusory image of Wang Xuanji's primordial spirit was directly shaken back into his original form. Like his disciples, he fell from the sky and landed face down on the ground.

He possessed the cultivation level of the Integration Stage, but at this moment, he felt extremely insignificant.

As the iron sword struck, the immense pressure felt like mountains pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to even get up.

Terrified, Wang Xuanji was filled with extreme fear.