Chapter Sixty-Nine: Xue Xi’s Sword Intent

The purple lightning crashing down from the heavens carried an astonishing, awe-inspiring momentum. Yet, for Chen Hongxu, who had to sustain this terrifying phenomenon, it was far from a blessing; after all, the magnitude of what one gains is always dictated by the price one pays.

At this moment, Chen Hongxu resembled a conductive filter. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged ceaselessly into every pore of his body, only to erupt violently from his fingertips. Having not yet comprehended the realm of eternal life, he was fundamentally incapable of sustaining the purple thunderclouds indefinitely.

With a sharp narrowing of his eyes, Chen Hongxu flicked his index finger. The massive bolts of lightning descending from the skies seemed guided by an invisible leash, converging entirely to smash down upon Qinghua.

In the ink-black night sky, the violet lightning slithered like dragons, intertwining and dancing fiercely. Qinghua gritted his teeth, raising both hands into the air, clearly intending to brute-force this single blow before formulating any further plans.

"BOOM!"

The sea of purple thunder poured down relentlessly, draining the color from the purple clouds above until they appeared remarkably pale.

As the blinding radiance faded, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of burning ozone and scorched flesh. Squinting through the haze, Chen Hongxu saw that the old Daoist Qinghua’s robes had been blown to charred rags, his entire back reduced to a bloody, mangled mess.

Chen Hongxu let out a long breath. Though he had never personally tasted the might of the purple thunder, as the architect of this devastation, how could he remain ignorant of its horrific lethality?

Yet, facing an old Daoist who had attained the pseudo-eternal realm, Chen Hongxu dared not lower his guard. Even though his body and mind were utterly exhausted, and his own back was similarly lacerated and bloody, a lingering sense of unease prompted him to raise an eyebrow and probe carefully for any trace of Qinghua’s life force...

At that exact moment, Qinghua—who had appeared utterly lifeless and crushed into the ground—scurried upward with a sudden, whooshing bound. Moving with astonishing swiftness, bearing no semblance of a grievously wounded man, he was shrouded in swirling black miasma, the horrific wounds on his back writhing and stitching themselves back together in the blink of an eye.

Observing Qinghua’s desperate ploy of feigning death to lower their defenses so he could close the distance, Chen Hongxu’s lips curled into a strange, mocking smile. He finally grasped the true weight of Qinghua's earlier declaration about wishing one a fate worse than death. However...

With a ferocious, contorted expression, Qinghua felt that the sheer power of the purple thunder had somewhat exceeded his expectations. Had he not long since resolved himself to die, that single blow alone would have shattered his Dao heart into dust.

He lunged swiftly toward Xue Xi. What could possibly inflict eternal agony upon a man more agonizing than murdering the woman he cherished most right before his very eyes, leaving him utterly helpless to do a damn thing about it?

It was not that Qinghua had never considered dragging Chen Hongxu down with him in mutual destruction. Yet, a deep-seated premonition warned him that even if he plastered himself against Chen Hongxu and detonated his own core, he might still fail to kill him.

"He's in range. Die! I will make you suffer for the rest of your days!" A fierce brilliance erupted in Qinghua’s eyes, radiating an unmatched, overbearing aura.

"Huh?" The good-for-nothing Fan pulled the granddaughter of the Daoist Jia backward with a strange expression, silently signaling Liu Yixian and the others not to court death by meddling.

Xue Xi knitted her delicate brows together. Seeing Qinghua charging straight at her after failing to defeat Chen Hongxu, she inwardly cursed him for his shamelessness, yet she dared not take him lightly.

Linked to Chen Hongxu through a profound communion of souls, she had come to understand the true extent of his terrifying strength through wave after wave of intimate "suppression." A monster that even Chen Hongxu’s ultimate technique had failed to eliminate outright must undoubtedly possess formidable tricks up its sleeve.

Lifting her hand to form a sword seal, Xue Xi’s entire aura sharpened instantly into something razor-honed, as if a mere glance at her would lacerate the eyes.

Sensing the drastic shift in Xue Xi's killing intent, the old Daoist Qinghua wore a bitter smile. Yet retreat was no longer an option; his life force had long since been severed, and had it not been for a relentless, burning willpower, he would already be a corpse. To switch opponents now—leaving aside whether Chen Hongxu would hunt him down from behind—following the cold law of proximity and affection, if anyone else were killed instead of Xue Xi, Chen Hongxu likely wouldn't grieve for a lifetime.

"No other choice!" Qinghua’s eye twitched violently. Enveloped entirely in billowing black fog, his figure rapidly morphed into a raging ball of black flames as he roared, "I trade my life to secure the prosperity of Mount Kunlun for five hundred years!"

"Stinky Daoist, keep dreaming!" Xue Xi frowned, her hair whipping wildly about her forehead without the aid of wind. Suddenly, a tiny vertical slit cleaved open between her smooth brows, and a small azure serpent slithered out from within.

Possessing a high degree of spiritual awareness, the little green snake flicked its forked tongue at the rapidly approaching Qinghua before coiling itself around Xue Xi’s finger.

Xue Xi’s sword seal flew faster and faster, her fingers forming a dazzling blur that possessed an almost intoxicating, blinding beauty.

"Hah!" Xue Xi exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air, which remarkably materialized into the precise shape of a sword. "Go!"

With a soft cry, she lowered her hands and stood with them clasped behind her back. All around her, countless crystal-clear miniature swords materialized and hung suspended in mid-air. The biting killing intent radiating from them made it abundantly clear they were far from mere decorations.

Stepping into the void, Xue Xi planted her foot upon the phantom blade of a sword, fixed a piercing glare upon the old Daoist Qinghua, and surged forward to meet him instead of retreating, leading a majestic, torrential wave of sword intent.

"The aptitude of an unrivaled sword immortal; the achievements of this group in the future are truly bound to be limitless," Elder Ge remarked with an exceptionally heavy expression.

"Hmph!" Watching Xue Xi’s celestial grace, Donglian let out a cold snort and cursed, baring her teeth like a fierce tigress.

Among everyone present—with the sole exception of Chen Hongxu, who had once been reduced to utter helplessness by Xue Xi’s sword intent after refusing to comply and being betrayed by his weapon spirit—Qinghua could feel the overwhelming tyranny contained within Xue Xi’s assault more keenly than anyone else.

"I wield three thousand six hundred strands of sword intent, destined to pierce the three hundred and sixty acupuncture points across your body—ten strands for every single point. Unless you are the reincarnation of a Human Sovereign, go to your death!"

With a flick of her hand, Xue Xi sent the three thousand six hundred strands of sword intent transforming into brilliant silver threads. They wove across the sky like a cascading shower of shooting stars, hurtling directly toward Qinghua.

"Whoosh..."

In terms of sheer visual spectacle, Xue Xi’s technique might not have matched the apocalyptic thunder summoned by Chen Hongxu’s finger strike. Yet even a blind man could perceive that while the woman had seemingly painted a breathtakingly picturesque scene, the lethal intent concealed within that beauty was likely far sharper and more terrifying than the sea of purple lightning.

"An immortal?"

"A female sword deity?"

"Such a breathtaking woman. At this very moment, I would willingly transform into the very sword beneath her feet, accompanying her across the ends of the earth."

The ordinary onlookers in the distance chattered endlessly, their mouths brimming with praise for Xue Xi. As for Qinghua, who was struggling desperately for his life—well, as a mere supporting character, just how much more screen time did he expect to steal?

Qinghua harbored grievances too bitter for words. The spiritual energy around Mount Kunlun was already finite, and a massive chunk of it had been siphoned away by Chen Hongxu. To make matters worse, the sword intent of this woman named Xue Xi was now mobilizing the vast majority of the remaining ambient energy. It wasn't that he couldn't dodge, but if he delayed any longer, he feared his cultivation realm would be utterly wiped out.

Just as he resolved that even if he failed to kill Xue Xi, he would inflict permanent, irreparable damage upon her, the small azure serpent hidden amongst the countless strands of sword intent seized its chance, accelerating as it darted straight toward him.

Fierce light flashed in the little green snake’s eyes. Its body expanded violently in an instant, wrapping tightly around Qinghua in a constricting coil.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Qinghua struggled frantically to break free. Black qi surged from him once more, adhering to the surface of the green snake and causing its scales to corrode and rot away.

"Do it now..." The green snake hissed a sharp, desperate cry.

Chen Hongxu’s body shuddered as he recognized the voice—it belonged undeniably to Su Xiaoxiao.

Xue Xi did not hesitate. Knowing that Su Xiaoxiao was literally gambling her life in this moment, she cast aside her petty jealousies. Though women were naturally inclined toward envy—and Su Xiaoxiao had often taken the initiative during their intimate encounters with Chen Hongxu—living together for so long had forged a genuine bond. Moreover, with their shared memories, Xue Xi knew intimately how much Su Xiaoxiao had sacrificed for Chen Hongxu.

Pointing her finger directly at Qinghua’s position, locking onto his spiritual aura, the three thousand six hundred strands of sword intent vibrated with a deafening hum, plunging straight into Qinghua’s body. Because both the green snake and this supreme sword intent originated from Xue Xi’s inheritance, they managed to avoid inflicting mutually destructive harm.

In an instant, three thousand six hundred beams of light converged into a single point, dazzling to the point of blinding anyone who dared look. At the very moment the sword radiance struck home, Su Xiaoxiao withdrew her form, not out of fear of friendly fire, but because she had abruptly sensed a terrifying, impending presence...

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