"So, it's about speed, huh? Fine, let's not drag this out."

Qin Yang spoke calmly, channeling all of the Spiritual Power within him into the Purple Blood Soft Sword.

Buzz~!

The Purple Blood Soft Sword erupted with a dazzling purple light.

"Sword Control Skill, the sword like a flash of light, go!"

Qin Yang shouted in a low voice.

Whoosh~!

The Purple Blood Soft Sword left Qin Yang's hand, tracing a streak of light in the air, its speed reaching its utmost limit, shooting straight towards Elder Bing Yuan.

Elder Bing Yuan's pupils contracted. The Ice Flood Dragon Longsword in his hand only pierced through an afterimage. He abruptly turned, seeing a purple light streaking towards him like a flash, heading straight for his chest.

Elder Bing Yuan's face changed drastically. He moved his body, forcefully shifting half a body-width at the last moment.

Rip!

The fierce Purple Blood Soft Sword grazed Elder Bing Yuan's shoulder, leaving a deep gash, with blood staining his clothes red.

Whoosh!

With a gesture of his right hand, Qin Yang summoned the Purple Blood Soft Sword back, which turned midair and flew back into his hand.

"Damn it, you, you actually managed to hurt me."

Elder Bing Yuan clutched his shoulder, his voice hoarse. However, the light in his eyes didn't diminish, instead growing even brighter.

The Daoist techniques this youngster knows are indeed exquisite. If the Ancient Sword Sect could obtain them, it would surely rise to prominence in the whole Ancient Martial Realm. We must capture this youngster alive.

"Ice World, Dragon's Shadow."

At this thought, a glint of cold light flashed in Elder Bing Yuan's eyes, and his immense Ice Internal Power erupted from within.

The grass, trees, and rocks around them quickly froze over with a hard ice white coating, as if they were in an Ice World.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Elder Bing Yuan's figure suddenly split into seven. The seven figures, identical in demeanor, surrounded Qin Yang.

"Dragon Emerges from the Sea."

The seven figures all moved simultaneously, leaving a dizzying array of afterimages on the ground, shooting towards Qin Yang.

"Hmph."

Qin Yang snorted coldly, a hint of mockery in his eyes. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he easily located Elder Bing Yuan's true body, while the other six were merely illusions formed by Inner Power.

Swoosh!

Starlight swirled around Qin Yang, and with a tap of his toes on the ground, his speed surged, directly ignoring the six illusions. In a flash, he appeared in front of Elder Bing Yuan's true body.

"You spoke wrongly before; I'm aiming for more than just injuring you."

A glint of severity flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he coldly stared at Elder Bing Yuan's true body, clearly not wanting to entangle himself further here.

"Star Fist."

The starlight surged on Qin Yang's right fist, emitting a brilliant silver glow. Regardless of the extreme shock on Elder Bing Yuan's old face, Qin Yang swung his fist forward.

Bam!!!

The Star Fist struck heavily on Elder Bing Yuan's chest, directly shattering his Protective Inner Power.

Crack, crack!

The sound of chest bones breaking echoed, as Elder Bing Yuan's body flew backwards like a missile, spewing blood wildly, then crashed heavily into the stone wall of a mountain peak.

Ten meters above the ground on the stone wall, the rocks shattered, forming a human-shaped depression.

Thud!

Elder Bing Yuan's figure fell from the stone wall, hitting the ground. His hair was a bit disheveled, and his aura immediately weakened.

"Gulp."

Watching this scene, Ling Quan swallowed hard, clapping his hands vigorously. He thought about how, over the past half a month, he had been tormented by that Ice Sword Qi to the brink of death, and almost lost his life. Now, seeing the formidable Elder Bing Yuan in such a miserable state, he felt it was immensely satisfying.

"Young Master Qin is indeed powerful, but I don't know how Xiaoyu became friends with such a person."

Ling Quan sighed inwardly, but regardless of how it happened, meeting Young Master Qin was a blessing for the Ling Family.

"Uncle Ling, what do you plan to do with this old guy?"

Qin Yang looked over at Ling Quan and asked.

Although Elder Bing Yuan took a hit from his Star Fist, he was only severely injured. With the strength of a Celestial Tier Great Perfection expert, he wasn't going to die.

Screech! Screech!

Just as Qin Yang's voice faded, sharp and piercing eagle cries suddenly came from the distant sky.

Hearing those eagle cries, Qin Yang and Ling Quan suddenly looked up towards the sky.

Flap! Flap!

Two massive Black Feathered Eagles were flapping their great wings, flying towards them. On the backs of the Black Feathered Eagles, human figures could be seen vaguely sitting.

"Flying mounts?"

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed, eyebrows twitching slightly. It seemed Zhi Huo Elder had summoned the high echelons of the Ancient Sword Sect. Yet, for the Ancient Sword Sect, a reputedly powerful force, it wasn't surprising they maintained Demon Beast Mounts for flying, and at that, dispatched two of them.

However, while the Black Feathered Eagles were impressive, they couldn't match Qin Yang's Flying Thunder Eagles in potential. Whether in flight speed or endurance, they couldn't compare to the Flying Thunder Eagles. Thus, Qin Yang merely shot a glance at the two Black Feathered Eagles, then directed his gaze to their riders.

One Black Feathered Eagle had four figures sitting upright, three of whom Qin Yang didn't recognize. However, he did recognize Zhi Huo Elder seated at the back. On the other Black Feathered Eagle, there was only one elderly man, but even with his eyes closed, the man emanated an alarming presence.

Screech!

Screech!

With piercing cries, the two Black Feathered Eagles swooped down, their gigantic wings generating strong gusts as they landed on the open ground in front of White Dragon Creek.

However, the scene on the ground was beyond their expectations, with numerous sword qi-induced cracks on the surface, evidencing a fierce battle had taken place here.

Four disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect lay pale-faced and unconscious at the entrance to White Dragon Creek, but the most pitiable was the second Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, Bing Yuan—his hair messy, his clothes stained with blood, leaning weakly against the stone wall, his breath very feeble.

"Are we too late?!"

Seeing the scene on the ground, the expression of Ling Jianzi, the Sect Leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, immediately darkened.

"Second Elder!"

"Second Elder!"

First Elder Lei Tong, Third Elder Tian Yan, and Zhi Huo Elder all called out, their faces changing.

"Cough."

Elder Bing Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, regaining some consciousness, and struggled to stand up against the stone wall.

Seeing Ling Jianzi, Lei Tong, and especially the solitary elder on the Black Feathered Eagle, Elder Bing Yuan's previously feeble aura recovered slightly, and his old eyes brightened. He hadn't expected not only Ling Jianzi and the others to come, but even the Supreme Elder had arrived.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ling Jianzi, Lei Tong, and the others flashed off the backs of the Black Feathered Eagles, appearing by Elder Bing Yuan's side in a blink, supporting him.

"Second Elder, how did you get injured like this?"

Elder Tian Yan asked hastily.

"Second Elder, was it this youngster who injured you so severely?"

Lei Tong's moon-white robe with silver trim shimmered with electricity as his pale silver eyes fixed on Qin Yang.

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