Chapter 235 I beg you to spare my life and let me go to the Spiritual Sect!

The Disciples of Shangling Mountain looked up in horror.

That five-colored sword light, spanning the sky, had not yet descended, but the immense pressure could already be felt!

Jiang Tianyuan's pupils trembled violently; he tore through space and was the first to block the sword light!

His aged face was filled with determination, his hair stood on end, and he let out a hoarse roar.

Across a radius of ten thousand li, wisps of earthy-yellow light surged forth from the ground!

Jiang Tianyuan's eyes were bloodshot; he raised his hands high, condensing the earth-elemental Dao principles into a tortoise shell!

The five-colored sword light, its power undiminished, slammed down onto the earthy-yellow tortoise shell!

A violent tremor erupted in space!

Jiang Tianyuan's face flushed crimson, and his hands began to tremble.

Under the single sword strike, the earthy-yellow tortoise shell showed signs of collapse after only three breaths!

Although the power of the five-colored sword light was weakened by one layer, Jiang Tianyuan alone could certainly not stop it!

Fu Huaian's sword would, in the end, still descend upon the earth!

Jiang Zhou glanced at the indifferent and aloof Fu Huaian, gritted his teeth, and applied the Thunder Pool Dao Field onto the earthy-yellow tortoise shell!

The collapsing earthy-yellow tortoise shell immediately stabilized, and the energy of the five-colored sword light was continuously consumed!

Situ Yu had no time to grieve for her Dao Companion's death; she waved her hand, condensing a long river of ice and snow, which melted onto the Thunder Pool!

With the combined strength of the three of them, they finally managed to stabilize the sword light, preventing its descent!

Situ Yu looked at the sword-wielding Fu Huaian in despair, fearing he would unleash another sword strike!

Buzz—

A soft hum sounded; it was the Shen Yuan Immortal Sword in Fu Huaian's hand!

His every move was being watched.

The sound was not loud, but to Jiang Zhou and the other two, it was no less than a clap of thunder!

Xu Jin sighed deeply; Fu Huaian's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Within the constrained Shangling Mountain, Jiang Zhou and the others were utterly powerless to resist!

The five-colored sword light had not yet dissipated.

Fu Huaian's Five Elements Dao Field instantly took shape!

He stood atop a high mountain, throwing out the Shen Yuan Immortal Sword, as the Five Elements Dao principles continuously poured into it!

On the vast earth, long rivers surged endlessly, the sky's scorching sun was like fire, and giant trees swayed in the wind!

Seeing this sight.

Situ Yu's face turned ashen; just observing this sword from afar, its might was already terrifying!

Jiang Zhou's face was filled with despair; he roared hoarsely downwards!

“Elders, take the Disciples and flee beyond Shangling Mountain's territory!”

He didn't know if Fu Huaian would allow it, but as Sect Master, he had to do it!

Outside the main peak's great hall.

The powerful Cultivators from various parts of Fulong Province had already left.

Now was not the time to calmly watch the show!

If they still didn't know their place, were they to be buried with Shangling Mountain?

Fu Huaian stood on the Dao Field's mountain peak, letting the Disciples scatter in a chaotic escape.

His gaze was entirely fixed on Jiang Zhou and the other two.

A moment later.

The previous five-colored sword light was nullified in the air.

Jiang Tianyuan's aged face showed an undeniable weariness.

His ancient voice resounded through the air.

“Senior, please show mercy!”

He looked at Fu Huaian, his face full of pleading.

Jiang Zhou was momentarily dazed and lost in thought.

The Grand Elder was killed, and now not only could they not seek revenge, they didn't even dare to be angry!

How could a small matter five years ago lead to such a terrible consequence?

So severe that the entire Shangling Mountain might be buried along with it?

Jiang Zhou looked at the sky, at that five-colored long sword; just looking at it made his eyes ache.

Could this sword be blocked?

If it was blocked, how many of the three of them would still be alive?

Or what if it couldn't be blocked?

Jiang Zhou dispersed his Thunder Pool Dao Field and looked at Fu Huaian with a sincere expression.

“Senior, my Shangling Mountain is willing to pay any price to compensate you.”

“We only ask Senior to withdraw this sword!”

Situ Yu's pretty face was deathly pale, and she spoke with a trembling voice.

“Please, Senior, spare my Shangling Sect!”

Zhao Gu and his group, who had gone far, saw this scene and felt an endless sense of emotion!

This was the unique power of a Shenhua Province powerhouse!

The Eight Minor Provinces, before those Cultivators as high as gods, were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter!

Shangling Mountain was already high and mighty enough in Fulong Province.

But that young Senior, alone with a single sword, had truly suppressed the entire Shangling Mountain, leaving them breathless!

Fu Huaian's expression was calm as he looked at Jiang Zhou.

“When Yuan Daozi pursued me, he was willing to let Song Zhuo and his group go; he had his concerns, but what he did was indeed not bad.”

“Since that's the case, I won't kill a single ordinary Disciple of Shangling Mountain.”

Jiang Zhou was momentarily stunned in the sky, the lightning flowing through his body gradually fading.

Situ Yu stared blankly at Fu Huaian, her long hair disheveled and fluttering!

Jiang Tianyuan ascended alone on the wind, his aged face calm.

“This old man is willing to die to appease Senior's hatred.”

Fu Huaian glanced at him, then chuckled and shook his head.

“Old man, the yellow earth is almost up to your eyebrows; your death is too cheap.”

Jiang Tianyuan's expression stiffened.

Fu Huaian's long sword remained suspended, but the Five Elements Dao principles continued to condense.

Below, in the vast territory of Shangling Mountain, spirit ships shuttled endlessly.

But the situation was beyond Fu Huaian's expectations.

Only a small fraction of the Disciples fled; a large majority chose to stay, even if it meant death.

They looked up at Fu Huaian, suppressing their fear and dread, vowing to live and die with their sect.

“They've indeed cultivated a large number of good Disciples…”

As for the Elders of Shangling Mountain, only a handful fled.

Most of them gathered on the main peak; when the Shen Yuan Immortal Sword descended, that would be their moment to rise on the wind!

The Cultivators at the deacon level had been guiding the Disciples who wished to flee.

They did not force those who chose to stay.

Fu Huaian was temporarily unconcerned with the three Harmony Realm Cultivators; his gaze fell upon Shangling Mountain, observing every detail.

His own Taiyi Sect was just starting; the sect below was incredibly mature.

Facing an unexpected calamity, Shangling Mountain could retain more than half of its people.

If his own Taiyi Sect faced such a day, what then?

Fu Huaian estimated that even one-tenth might remain only if they had ulterior motives… He turned his head to look at Xu Jin beside him and asked with a smile:

“How much do you know about Shangling Mountain?”

Xu Jin was startled, pondered for a moment, and slowly replied:

“Its strength ranks among the top three in the entire Fulong Province.”

Fu Huaian was speechless, and chuckled:

“Tell me more.”

Xu Jin was slightly surprised; was he softening?

Planning to find a suitable reason to spare these people?

He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and answered in a low voice:

“Overall, Shangling Mountain's reputation isn't bad. With them around, the central part of Fulong Province has always been very stable, without any major chaos.”

“A region in the cultivation world truly needs such a force, otherwise, if all the immortal sects fought among themselves, not to mention ordinary folk, even emperors and generals would be in constant peril!”

Xu Jin paused, then continued melancholically:

“But Shangling Mountain also bullies the weak, relying on its powerful strength to be arrogant and monopolize most of the benefits, leaving the smaller immortal sects to endure grievances without daring to openly complain.”

“However, this kind of behavior is common among major forces; the only difference is the size of their appetite.”

Fu Huaian nodded gently; their conversation was only audible on the mountain peak and couldn't reach outside.

But what kind of person was Xu Jin?

Outside, Jiang Zhou and the other two saw them whispering.

Their hearts grew even more desperate.

Fearing that Xu Jin would incite Fu Huaian to Soul Refining the entire Shangling Mountain!

Dahuilang Book Source warmly reminds: Due to special reasons, the group was forcibly disbanded! A new group has been rebuilt, Group 1 (298732622), Group 2 (1062268835). To prevent losing contact, tg: t.me/dahuilang888. This message will be displayed until tomorrow noon!