C1058 The Heavenly Water Sword!

Thousands of delicate rapier lights enveloped Fernand's formidable frame, relentlessly tearing at his essence of blood.

Yue Mu brandished his sword amidst the vibrant sea of clouds, but the sword lights his strikes generated continued to siphon strength from within him, keeping the Asura General in check.

"The Heavenly Water Sword!" Yue Mu, the Ninth Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect, appeared to be engaged in combat with Hu Caiyun alone, yet in truth, he was simultaneously contending with two adversaries.

Both Peach Madam, having returned to the Unrestrained Stage, and Fernand, of the Ninth Level bloodline, were overwhelmed by his towering sword intent.

Yu Yuan was inwardly astonished by Huang Baiqi's intensity, pondering what the once timid youth had endured over three centuries to emerge so fierce and commanding.

Clearly, Huang Baiqi, Loo Rui, and the other cultivators from the Heavenly Source Continent harbored a deep-seated fear of him.

They had likely witnessed some of his more fearsome techniques...

"Yu Yuan!"

Elena's urgent cry echoed from the Gloomy Paradise behind him.

Yu Yuan's form trembled briefly as he swiftly gathered his scattered thoughts. A crimson glow of blood surged from his chest, slithering into Fernand like a serpent, eager to assess the general's condition.

"Ugh!"

As the blood light merged with Fernand, Yu Yuan glimpsed a spectacular sight within him.

A dense web of sword intent had formed, pervading Fernand's flesh and blood, consuming his vitality to sustain the operation of the sword energy.

This sword net was steadily draining Fernand's power to grow stronger.

"Sure enough, a traitor from the vast expanse!"

A stern woman standing by a peculiar icy pond spoke with an odd tone.

Within the pond, crystal-like carps darted about with ease.

The woman with the elongated face exuded the essence of the Cold Yin Sect, and Yu Yuan instantly recognized her sectarian affiliation. "Stay away from me!" he said, his brow furrowing.

With a whoosh, the Evil Cauldron responded, releasing shadowy soul images of demons from its maw.

As the cauldron turned towards the woman, Yu Yiyi, quirky and sweet-faced, emerged discreetly. Extending a hand as pale and smooth as jade, she pointed at the woman's brow and said with a mischievous grin, "Bind the soul."

Hundreds of demons unleashed their power simultaneously, and a yellow lamp at the center cast a dim glow.

The gaze of the Cold Yin Sect's Yang cultivator suddenly grew vacant. A soul began to drift out from her forehead, seemingly eager to obediently fly towards the Evil Cauldron.

This sight sent shivers down the spines of the other cultivators perched on the meteorite.

The Cold Yin Sect woman was no pushover, yet she was rendered helpless, her soul departing merely at the words of Yu Yiyi. What was happening?

"Boom!"

From deep within the colorful clouds, Yue Mu, unable to contain his frustration, emitted a note.

The flame of the yellow lamp amidst the array of demons abruptly extinguished.

The Cold Yin Sect woman, on the brink of losing her soul, jerked back to reality, realizing what had just transpired. She dared not glance at the Evil Cauldron again and hastily retreated across the icy pond with lightning speed.

"Yue Mu, what kind of hero are you?"

Peach Madam was visibly upset, perceiving that the Great Sword Immortal from the Sword Sect was meddling in other battles within her domain, seemingly disregarding her presence.

"You haven't even put in your full effort, so why should I?" Yue Mu, encircled by water dragons, appeared utterly relaxed and composed. "I'm not fond of combat; my expertise lies in the Sword Dao of Entanglement. My only aim is to block you, ensuring you can't escape."

He looked up at the Golden Rock Beasts colliding with the Star Race warships and remarked, "We'll address that once they turn back."

The Great Sword Immortal clearly wasn't giving his all, showing no intention of revealing his ultimate skills to engage in a life-or-death battle with Hu Caiyun, and he wasn't concerned about his motives being transparent.

"You really are..."

Peach Madam rolled her eyes at the Great Sword Immortal, who was evidently half-hearted in his participation. "Yu Yuan, why don't you speed things up and lead the people to Gloomy Paradise?"

"That's not going to happen," Yue Mu interjected.

"Indeed, it's not," Fernand affirmed, standing still and speaking with a pained expression in the flawless tongue of the Boundless Human Race.

He addressed these words to Yu Yuan.

No one understood better than he did that a meticulously crafted sword web had already permeated his flesh and organs.

This sword web was seamlessly integrated into every piece of his flesh and every blood vessel, carrying with it a profound mystery.

It seemed to manifest the Great Dao of the Heavenly Water Sword, etching infinite power within.

The aura emanating from the sword web alerted him that any attempt to move his limbs would allow the dreadful sword intent within to infiltrate his flesh and blood, exacerbating his injuries in a flash.

This was precisely why, despite sensing Huang Baiqi's incoming strike, he was helplessly incapacitated.

Being pierced by Huang Baiqi's blade anywhere but the heart was manageable; it would only compound his existing wounds.

Yet, should he stir and disturb the delicate balance of the sword web Yue Mu had deliberately crafted, his end would be certain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streams of crimson light and refined spiritual energy, entwined with Yu Yuan's soul power, boldly penetrated Fernand's flesh.

Yu Yuan, his expression grave, had come to a deep understanding of the sword web's existence and the esoteric swordsmanship it contained.

His current endeavor was to apply his strength, his insight into the sword Dao, and his knowledge of various powers to dismantle the Heavenly Water Net Yue Mu had embedded within Fernand, enabling the Asura General to move freely and evade Yue Mu's constraints and subsequent lethal moves.

Without breaking this net, Fernand's life remained in Yue Mu's grasp.

"Senior Hong, if you can unravel it, he's yours to take," Yue Mu said, recognizing his intent and smiling approvingly as he gestured nonchalantly. "Loo Rui, you're outmatched. Step back at once."

A torrent of sword energy emanated from the rapier that Huang Baiqi had let go.

The blade suddenly erupted with dazzling lightning, zipping through the Golden Rock Beasts formed from Yu Yuan's blood essence, scattering his vital energy.

There, amidst Peach Madam's kaleidoscopic sea of clouds, he wielded Huang Baiqi's sword, channeling the force of lightning to aid Loo Rui's escape.

Under immense pressure, Loo Rui was momentarily bewildered. The turbulent blood essence and the agitated Golden Rock Beast had vanished from his side.

Recognizing the situation, Loo Rui respectfully bowed to Yue Mu and promptly departed from the meteorite.

Huang Baiqi, after a brief hesitation and without daring to grasp his rapier, followed Loo Rui's lead. He soared to another meteorite and from a distance of several dozen meters, he kept a watchful eye on Yu Yuan.

"Yue Mu, oh Yue Mu, you're putting on quite the airs these days," Yu Yuan remarked, his lips twisting into a wry smile.

"I don't have much of a choice. I've been nurtured by the Sword Sect, so I'm obliged to serve them," Yue Mu replied with a pained expression. It was only in Yu Yuan's presence that he allowed himself to seem so indolent and resigned. "Truth be told, I'm terrified. I fear that Senior might resort to using poison."

"Poison?" Yu Yuan paused, pondering, "Is he hinting at something?"

Yu Yuan was well aware that Yue Mu had done him a favor; otherwise, Fernand would have been dead by now, instead of merely having his bloodline restricted by the Heavenly Water Net within his body.

Suddenly, the distant call of a crane pierced the air.

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