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Blue Robe.

Tall Crown.

Sword at his side.

Step by step, his stride was steady.

With each step, it was as if he walked across a world.

With each step, it seemed to stir the heavens and earth, with billions of creatures cheering.

The focus of the world.

The wish of all spirits.

The great cultivator of Confucianism, entered the Dao with his soul!

But each step he took was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as if tearing through thousands of miles of the void.

The power of the sword was sharp and boundless.

A scholar equipped with a sword, a gentleman as sharp as a blade.

One moment his silhouette was in the outer world; the next, he was already before Nine Mysteries City.

Qin Suyang, who practiced Confucian Dao, sword cultivation, and alchemy.

“Mister Qin,” cries of jubilation resounded from atop the city walls.

Qin Suyang had taught at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for many years, cultivating disciples adept in both Confucian and sword dual cultivation.

“Brother Qin,” Xu Zhi stood atop the battlements, smiling and bowing with cupped hands.

Both had risen from insignificant beginnings in the Profound Heaven; over the years, they maintained an excellent relationship.

Xiang Lingshuang, accompanied by the Dragon Elephant, bowed as well: “Xiang Lingshuang pays respects to Master Qin.”

He had studied both the Confucian and sword paths under Qin Suyang.

The morale of Nine Mysteries City soared to its peak upon Qin Suyang’s return.

Qin Suyang, standing outside the city, exuded divine light from his eyes as he looked towards the cultivators of Yukun Heavenly Palace, who were trapped nearby, unable to advance or retreat.

“Do you believe Nine Mysteries City to be without defenders?”

“Let’s see if the sword in Qin’s hand is sharp or not!”

As his voice fell, the three-foot-long sword left its sheath.

Exercising the humility of Confucianism to enact decisive slaughter.

Without a word of agreement, the battle ensued.

The sword thrust from Qin Suyang’s hand stirred wind and clouds tumultuously; across thousands of miles, all that shimmered was sword light.

This sword strike, though not as powerful as Xu Zhi mobilizing the entire city’s sword cultivators to deploy the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, was unrestrained in its comings and goings, dominating with ease.

The purpose of this sword was not to slay the enemy but to trap, to entangle.

The omnipresent sword light trapped over ten thousand cultivators of the Yukun Universe within it; the sword light ensnared them, preventing them from leaving.

The sword light was not particularly strong against the leading figures of the Yukun Universe, who could easily defend against it.

But the slightly lesser elites were already struggling greatly.

And those cultivators in the back could no longer fend for themselves.

Abandon these people?

Of course, they couldn’t simply abandon their fellow cultivators so easily; every leader knew that once you choose to abandon your men at a critical juncture, you would never be able to rally them again.

The leading cultivators of the Yukun Heavenly Palace flew into action, their spells and weapons waving, resisting the sword light with all their might to alleviate the pressure on their fellow cultivators.

As a result, Qin Suyang alone, with a single sword, left over ten thousand elites of Yukun Heavenly Palace immobilized.

This scene made the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect on the walls of Nine Mysteries City cheer, while the surrounding cultivators watching the battle frowned, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Earlier, Xu Zhi had deliberately baited without striking, hoping to use the Heavenly Demonic Beasts to eliminate those waiting for a chance to strike at Nine Mysteries City.

Now, with Qin Suyang’s move, though it appeared decisively murderous, it was actually even more underhanded; a single sword strike had engaged the opposing strong ones, preventing them from moving freely.

Could it be that all sword cultivators of the Confucian Dao were of this nature?

Weren’t sword cultivators reputed to be fearless and brave, charging ahead relentlessly?

Qin Suyang, alone with his sword, confined the strong ones from Yukun Heavenly Palace; below, the Nine Mysteries City’s sword cultivators, under Xu Zhi’s command, began to fight fiercely to wrest control of the supreme treasure, Cloud Jade Sky Net.

With the might of Nine Mysteries City, if they obtained this treasure, their combat strength would increase immensely.

This was a famous treasure within a universe; the power contained within, when fully unleashed, even beings surpassing the Immortal Venerable realm would have to avoid it.

“Hum—”

Sword light pierced through the Heavenly Net, then transformed into chains, dragging it towards the city below.

Such a struggle for power left the disciples of the Yukun Heavenly Palace, who had controlled the net, in disarray.

They were already being suppressed by Qin Suyang’s sword light, struggling to respond, and barely maintaining control of the Cloud Jade Sky Net; faced with the added pressure from Nine Mysteries City, they were overwhelmed, the weaker ones among them paled, unable to block the sword light surrounding them.

In an instant, blood splattered, and clouds of blood dispersed through the void.

The most terrifying thing about worldly conflicts isn’t a fight to the death, but the dilemma between life and death, the direct confrontation with fear.

The sight of their peers being pierced by sword light, blood splashing onto their own faces.

Such a scenario could cause a seasoned elite who resolutely viewed life and death to collapse.

In the face of life and death lies the greatest terror.

“Flee—”

Someone shouted, then turned and fled.

The stance that had been holding up suddenly collapsed.

The cultivators of Yukun Heavenly Palace lost all cohesiveness, each fleeing for their life, fearing they would not be as fast as their kin in escape.

Hoping the Tao would die and not themselves.

The leading cultivators burst blood vessels in their eyes in frustration and bellowed furiously, but they couldn’t stop the retreat of their defeated disciples.

And despairingly, as more and more people fled, the formation of Yukun Heavenly Palace shattered; the original resistance to the sword light could no longer bear the load.

The shimmering sword light in the void whirled, reaping more lives.

At that moment, Qin Suyang’s appearance was bereft of the earlier scholarly grace; he was the embodiment of unimaginable coldness and ruthlessness.

This was the true image of a sword cultivator.

“Flee—”

Fifteen minutes later, a leading figure from Yukun Heavenly Palace who could hold out no longer cried out in despair and fled.

If he didn’t leave now, he too would be left behind.

Along the edges of the heavens, countless cultivators were silent.

From the very beginning of the assault by the Heavenly Demonic Beasts, Nine Mysteries City had demonstrated unimaginable resilience, as well as an endless array of strategies.

One by one, hidden masters returned, making Nine Mysteries City stronger and stronger.