C811 Suppress

"How could this be possible? What you are carrying is not the power of my Sword Sect. What have you done?" The Little Sword Immortal had never thought that it would possess such a strange power. He held his chest and stared blankly at Iti Ming, who was shrouded in a scarlet aura.

"Why not? How do you think I killed the Tianxiang Elders of the Qi Gate and your master?" Iti Ming had a fanatical smile on his face, and his tone was cold.

Iti Ming's words caused Little Sword Immortal to fall into silence. Initially, he only thought that it was an internal struggle for power within the Sword Sect. However, now that he saw Iti Ming's appearance, he knew that there were shadows of other forces involved in the Sword Sect's internal strife. However, he didn't know which force had intervened in the matter of the Sword Sect.

As one of the three peak powers of the Ownerless Land, only the other two powers had the ability to interfere, but he was not sure which one.

"You traitor of the Sword Sect, you actually colluded with other forces to turn my Sword Sect into such a state. Today, I will kill you even if it cost me my life." Little Sword Immortal said in a resolute tone. Although he wasn't a match for Iti Ming right now, his words were filled with confidence.

"Humph. Ignorant." Iti Ming snorted coldly, and the scarlet Qi on his body surged out, wrapping around the Long Sword in his hand.

"Boom!"

Iti Ming slashed out a fatal attack at Little Sword Immortal, causing the air to boil. At this moment, the weather changed, and the entire sky above the Sword Sect was filled with waves of chilly wind.

Little Sword Immortal naturally would not just sit there and wait for death. He held the Thunderclap Sword in his hand and circulated the true essence in his body to pour all of it onto the Long Sword.

"Kill!" Little Sword Immortal roared angrily as he held his sword and flew up into the sky.

However, this strike of Iti Ming's was simply too vast. Little Sword Immortal was like a small boat that had fallen into a monstrous wave. He could be destroyed at any time.

"If I kill you, the Sword Sect will be completely mine alone. No one will be able to question that I am the Sect Master of the Sword Sect. A thousand years later, the disciples of the Sword Sect will only remember that I, Iti, am the master of the Sword Sect." Iti Ming laughed maniacally. Under the illumination of the scarlet sword Qi, it looked very strange.

"Really? Are you so confident that you can kill him?" Just as the scene of Little Sword Immortal dying in his hands began to appear in his eyes, a mocking voice suddenly sounded, causing Iti Ming's expression to change.

"Who is it?" Iti Ming looked away, trying to figure out who was speaking.

However, just as he turned his gaze away, an inexplicable pressure suddenly swept out. A layer of golden film shot up from the Sword Sect and enveloped Little Sword Immortal and Iti.

There were tens of thousands of sword shadows criss-crossing within the thin film. It seemed as if it was a world of sword qi, and in the center of the ten thousand sword shadows stood a slender figure. He was like a god of swords, protected by the ten thousand sword shadows.

"What's that?" Iti Ming looked at the figure and saw the mocking smile on Lee Zhuohua's face.

"Brother Li?" Little Sword Immortal was stunned when he saw Lee Zhuohua participate in the battle. He knew what level Iti Ming's strength had reached. Although Lee Zhuohua had the combat strength of an Earth Surge, he was unable to cause any damage to Iti.

But just as Little Sword Immortal was about to persuade Lee Zhuohua to retreat, an inexplicable fluctuation began to ripple from the layer of golden membrane. It actually caused the sword qi on the bodies of Little Sword Immortal and Iti Ming to slow down, unable to circulate their own sword qi.

The sword qi of the two of them was actually being suppressed by this golden film. This was something that was absolutely unimaginable. One had to know that these two were Sword Dao Almightys, and what kind of power was able to suppress their sword qi?

"How could this be? How could you do this? Impossible! Those dead people are actually willing to give their Sword Dao intent to you." Iti Ming felt his suppressed sword qi and hysterically roared at Lee Zhuohua.

He immediately recognized what it was. It was the Sword Dao Will of the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect, which he had dreamt of. However, after he had killed all the people of the Qi Gate, the place where he had hidden his sword actually sealed itself, preventing him from entering, let alone obtaining the Sword Dao Will of the previous sect masters.

Now that he saw the golden membrane on Lee Zhuohua's body, how could he not be jealous?

"This is... The will of the Sword Dao of all the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect. Brother Li, he ..." Little Sword Immortal looked at Lee Zhuohua, who was suppressing the entire audience, in a daze. He couldn't understand how Lee Zhuohua had obtained the will of the Sword Dao of all the previous sect masters.

"Boom."

Iti Ming's aura began to riot. He could not accept that Lee Zhuohua, an outsider, had actually obtained the sword intent of the previous sect masters and wanted to seize this power. The scarlet Qi on his body became even more turbulent.

A blurry figure appeared above his head.

"So this is the source of his strength?" When Little Sword Immortal saw the shadow, his heart immediately became famous. At the same time, he felt an intense pressure from that figure, and couldn't help but worry for Lee Zhuohua.

"Give it to me!" Iti Ming rushed towards Lee Zhuohua crazily. The sword qi on his body broke free from the suppression slightly, and he swore to kill Lee Zhuohua.

"Idiot." Lee Zhuohua lightly spat out two words, and then he stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it against Iti.

The tens of thousands of sword shadows within the golden film all pressed towards Iti Ming. The Sword Dao will of the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect also fiercely pressed down on Iti Ming, suppressing all of the sword qi on his body back into his body, unable to emit even the slightest bit of it.

This was the Sword Domain that contained the will of the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect. As long as one was in the Sword Domain, as long as one was a Sword Cultivator, they would not be able to cause any harm to Lee Zhuohua and would be ruthlessly suppressed.

"Ah!" He roared in anger. He felt that his power of the sword had been completely suppressed by a cultivator who had taken human form. It made him feel endless humiliation, and he did not want to believe this fact.

However, he couldn't change it. In this Sword Domain, Lee Zhuohua was the master of ten thousand swords.

"Is this the power of the will of the past sect masters of the Sword Sect?" When Little Sword Immortal saw that Lee Zhuohua had really suppressed Iti Ming, he was incomparably shocked. At the same time, he was also filled with longing for the will of the previous sect masters of Sword Sect.

"Enough with the effort. This is what your seniors of the Sword Sect chose. You will not be able to escape today, and you will only be able to die for the people of the Sword Sect who died at your hands." Lee Zhuohua looked at the almost insane Iti Ming and said coldly.

"Impossible, impossible, I am the true Sect Master of the Sword Sect. You can't suppress me." Iti Ming still did not believe the reality in front of him and roared crazily.

"You can accept reality." Lee Zhuohua squinted his eyes and waved his hands at Iti.

The strong pressure from the will drove Iti Ming crazy. His eyes were filled with blood. He had never expected this kind of result.

He was unwilling to accept it. He was not willing to accept that all his plans for so many years had failed at the last moment today.

"Since the ancestors of the Sword Sect are unwilling to acknowledge me, I will give up my cultivation of the Sword Dao. As long as I kill the two of you, so what if I destroy the Sword Sect?" At this moment, Iti Ming inexplicably calmed down.

"Hmm?" Lee Zhuohua felt that there was something wrong with Iti.

"Boom!"

Under Lee Zhuohua and Little Sword Immortal's surprised gazes, Iti Ming slapped his forehead, and his cultivation in the Sword Dao instantly dissipated.

He had actually crippled his Sword Dao, but his aura did not weaken at all.

"Ah! Supreme Divinity, take everything from me. As long as you give me strength..." Iti Ming shouted at the figure in front of him.