Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 63: Will we win? We will win! I'm so sorry I couldn't satisfy Lord Sword Demon!

Outside the fragments of the Heming Mountain miniature world, a fierce wind howled.

Yin Lingsu and Dong Zhan faced each other from a distance in the high sky, a hundred feet apart.

Dong Zhan took a deep breath, feeling his suppressed Nascent Soul cultivation finally fully unsealed, and immediately felt his whole body filled with power.

The spiritual energy surged through his meridians like a river, and his divine sense covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles. Every move he made carried a world-destroying power.

This is the true power of the Nascent Soul Realm!

Dong Zhan drew his spirit sword from his waist, the blade gleaming with a dazzling silver-white light, its sword intent soaring into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Yin Lingsu, draw your sword!" Dong Zhan shouted, his fighting spirit boiling.

However, Yin Lingsu merely smiled faintly. She then reached for the sword at her waist; the long sword, entirely blood-red with faint blood-red patterns flowing along its blade, gleamed with an eerie light in the sunlight.

Then, she casually tossed it aside. The longsword transformed into a streak of blood-red light, plummeting straight down from the sky and finally embedding itself in the deck of the spirit boat where Dong Mo was.

Immediately afterwards, visible ripples of sword intent spread outwards from the blood-red longsword, forming a circular barrier about ten feet in diameter.

At the edge of the barrier, sharp sword energy, like a tangible blade, emitted a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

Dong Mo, Feng Ling Shuang, Gu Zi Yue, and the entire spirit boat were all enveloped by this sword energy barrier.

In the distance, Yin Lingsu's voice came from high above, languid yet carrying an undeniable killing intent:

"Those who cross this boundary shall die!"

These five short words were like an invisible blade, hanging over the hearts of all the Dong family cultivators present.

No one dared to make a move.

That's the sword energy of the Southern Wilderness Sword Demon!

The sword energy emanating from that blood-red longsword was undeniable, as was the fierce killing intent. Anyone who dared to step into that circle would be torn to shreds in an instant.

The cultivators of the Dong family's Enforcement Hall looked at each other, frozen in place, caught in a dilemma.

High in the sky, Dong Zhan saw Yin Lingsu throw her sword down, and he frowned, then sneered.

"As a sword cultivator, he actually lost his sword."

"The Southern Wilderness Sword Demon... truly arrogant!"

Yin Lingsu simply shrugged and said to Dong Zhan with a calm expression.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, but you... are not worthy of my sword."

Dong Zhan's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"Hmph... Overestimating yourself!"

"I'll make you understand! You are the challenger!"

Without further ado, Dong Zhan formed hand seals, and a dazzling silver light erupted from his spirit sword. He transformed into a silver lightning bolt and slashed towards Yin Lingsu!

The sword strike was extremely fierce, as if it could split the sky in two!

Yin Lingsu's lips curled slightly. Without dodging or avoiding, she casually raised one hand, making a sword-finger gesture to deflect Dong Zhan's sword tip: "You think you'll win?"

Dong Zhan smiled confidently: "We will win!"

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On the spirit boat, Gu Ziyue stood inside the sword energy barrier, watching the two black and white lights constantly colliding and intersecting in the sky, feeling the violent shockwaves from the collision of laws, and hearing the thunder and dragon roars that occasionally echoed from above. Her face showed no sign of panic. She even had the composure to comfort Dong Mo.

"Don't be afraid, my teacher is very strong." Gu Ziyue patted Dong Mo's shoulder and said with a smile, "She can take care of an opponent of that level in no time. When my teacher comes back, you'll come with me to the Southern Wilderness, and I guarantee the Dong family won't dare to do anything to you!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling Shuang immediately became displeased.

"The Southern Wilderness? What's so great about going to that godforsaken, savage place!" she scoffed. "Dong Mo is a disciple of our Ancient Desolate Holy Land!"

Gu Ziyue narrowed her eyes, her purple fox ears perked up, and her tone was unfriendly: "What? You want to cause trouble?"

As she spoke, she reached out and drew the Xihe Sword, its blade gleaming with a dazzling moon-white light.

Not to be outdone, Feng Ling Shuang drew her Phoenix Cry Sword, its scorching sword energy filling the air.

"Hmph...who's afraid of you!"

The two women were on the verge of fighting again, and it looked like they were about to start a fight on the spirit boat.

Dong Mo shook his head, inwardly complaining: These two truly are worthy rivals in the game. They've only just met, they don't even know each other yet, and they're already fighting...

Just as Dong Mo was feeling a headache, Zhao Xier suddenly patted Dong Maogong on the shoulder from a distance, pointed at Dong Mo who was caught in the middle between the two women, and whispered.

"Old man Gong, look! Those two girls... don't they both have feelings for our young master?"

Dong Maogong stroked his beard, squinted at the scene for a moment, and nodded: "Hmm...it does look like that."

Zhou Cai looked at his two unreliable colleagues speechlessly and couldn't help but interject, "What time is it? You two still have the leisure to talk about this?"

"Shouldn't our top priority be figuring out how to help the young master and the others escape without being discovered by Dong Zhan and the Enforcement Hall?"

As soon as Zhou Cai finished speaking, he noticed that Dong Maogong and Zhao Xier were both looking at him with strange eyes.

That look was like he was looking at an idiot.

Zhou Cai's lips twitched: "What do you mean by this? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhao Xier did not answer directly, but pointed to Dong Zhan and Yin Lingsu who were fighting in the sky.

The two figures, one black and one white, clashed repeatedly in the sky, each collision unleashing devastating energy fluctuations. The black figure was like a real Yinglong, stirring up clouds and rain, its roar shaking the heavens; the white figure was like a small boat in a raging storm, struggling to hold on but gradually showing signs of weakness.

"You don't actually think Dong Zhan can beat Yin Lingsu, do you?" Zhao Xier asked in a tone that seemed to say, "Are you out of your mind?"

Zhou Cai frowned: "Aren't they both Nascent Soul cultivators? As a newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator, even if Dong Zhan can't win, he should at least be able to fight Yin Lingsu to a draw, right?"

"What a joke." Zhao Xier sneered, crossing her arms and speaking with unusual certainty.

"That's the Southern Wilderness Sword Demon. I remember hearing about him from the elders in the Zhao family before..."

"Since Yin Lingsu attained the Nascent Soul stage, at least twenty Nascent Soul stage cultivators have died at her hands. Dong Zhan's survival is a victory in itself."

Zhou Cai's eyes widened in disbelief: "How is this possible? Aren't they all Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Dong Maogong stroked his beard and explained with a smile, "There are differences between even the Nascent Soul stage..."

The moment Dong Maogong finished speaking, a new change suddenly occurred in the battlefield of Nascent Soul above Mount Heming!

Then Dong Zhan roared angrily, his roar booming like thunder.

"You beast! I'll kill you..."

With Dong Zhan's roar, everyone below tensed up instantly.

In an instant! The wind and clouds changed color, and the clouds roared!

Then, thousands! Ten thousand! Hundreds of millions! Countless bolts of lightning magnetic field transformed into spiraling energy and crushed towards the black stream of light that Yin Lingsu had transformed into.

"Boundless Thunder Magic! Borrowing the Path of Heaven and Earth! Annihilate them!"

With a roar from Dong Zhan, thousands of bolts of lightning fell towards the black light like a heavenly tribulation.

Then, the black streak of light suddenly spun around, like a world-destroying millstone capable of crushing all laws of the world! With a terrifying power capable of obliterating all things in the world, it twisted the boundaries of space and charged towards Dong Zhan!

"Sword Heart Clarity! Great Freedom Heavenly Demon! Sword of Annihilation!"

As Yin Lingsu finished speaking, the silver lightning and the black sword energy suddenly collided.

Then a burst of intense light erupted, leaving only black and white in the world. Even the continuity of time and space began to subtly distort due to these two intertwined forces.

A tremendous explosion resounded, and a surge of spiritual energy raged through the void like a waning moon. The chaotic magnetic field caused countless halos of light, as dazzling as the aurora borealis, to bloom high in the sky.

Even time seemed to stand still.

Just then, a deafening dragon roar echoed from the sky.

The black phantom of Yinglong churned in the clouds, its claws tearing through the sky as it reached straight for Dong Zhan.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled groan was heard.

The silver figure fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Dong was defeated.