Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1272 - 660: All Attack Together

A flash of purple-red light appeared without warning!

"This is bad!"

The Fifth Elder's countenance shifted dramatically.

"It's that old rogue Tianlan!"

He whipped his head around, fixing a furious gaze upon the Eighth Elder.

"This is all your fault for delaying!"

The purple-red beam struck the ground, morphing into a colossal sword that soared into the heavens.

With a vibration, the sword unleashed countless streams of Sword Qi, hurtling towards the Qinghe forces!

"Defensive formation!"

The Fifth Elder bellowed. Yet, the relentless purple-red Sword Qi tore through Spiritual Artifacts and annihilated Magic with impunity!

Blood splattered through the air as over half of Qinghe's elite warriors coughed up blood, sent flying backward.

The remaining fighters desperately tried to hold their ground, their faces ashen, clearly suffering internal injuries.

"Run... run!"

A panicked cry shattered the once-orderly ranks, causing the formation to disintegrate instantly.

These usually formidable combatants scattered, fleeing in every direction!

"Damn it! Get back here, all of you!"

The Fifth Elder’s beard bristled with rage, but he was powerless to halt his subordinates' panicked retreat.

The Eighth Elder's face turned pallid.

"Fifth Brother, what do we do now?"

The Fifth Elder clenched his jaw.

"Hold off that old rogue! The Great Elder will be here shortly!"

He glanced towards the hovering figure in grey robes—Grand Elder Tianlan, wielding a purple-red longsword, his robes billowing like a descending War God.

"You old fool!"

The Fifth Elder shouted, his voice laced with hostility.

"Gu Sheng killed one of our Qinghe disciples; you must answer for it today!"

The Great Elder let out a cold sneer.

"Answer for it?"

He turned his sword.

"This is your answer!"

A surge of power sent the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder reeling back a hundred yards, their faces draining of color.

"This old man's strength is even more terrifying than the rumors suggested!" the Fifth Elder communicated mentally, his eyes wide with dread.

The Eighth Elder's grip on his blade trembled slightly, residual power from the sword stroke still coursing through him, causing a faint ache within his innards.

"Fifth Brother, we are no match for him; if we continue...".

"Silence!" the Fifth Elder snapped, cutting him off.

"The Great Elder is arriving soon, and the Holy Master is observing. We only need to hold on a little longer!"

Daoist Guanyu observed their hushed exchange with a cold gaze, his purple-red Spirit Sword pointed directly at them.

"Is the Qinghe Holy Land only sending two useless individuals to their deaths?"

"How dare you!"

The Fifth Elder roared in anger, suppressing the turbulent Qi and Blood within him.

"Elder Guanyu, this is the territory of the Qinghe Holy Land. Trespassing here is a capital offense, yet you dare utter such insolent words!"

Suddenly, the Fifth Elder's longsword blazed with a radiant green light, intricate runes manifesting along its blade.

A formidable wave of Sword Qi surged towards the sky.

With a fierce cry, the Fifth Elder unleashed his attack, the Sword Qi transforming into a celestial river of blue, cascading down upon Daoist Guanyu.

The Eighth Elder also moved, tracing a complex pattern with his longsword, his Sword Qi coalescing into a ferocious beast that lunged at Daoist Guanyu from the flank.

"Hmph, pathetic parlor tricks."

Disdain flickered in Daoist Guanyu's eyes as he gently swept his purple-red Spirit Sword. A purple-red lotus bloomed at its tip.

As the lotus spun, countless Sword Qi, fine as spider silk, shot forth, effortlessly shredding the azure river and the beast into mere fragments.

Both the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder spat blood, staggering backward.

Their vaunted combined technique proved as ineffective as children's play against Daoist Guanyu.

"Is this all you can muster to impede me?"

Daoist Guanyu sneered, his Spirit Sword transforming into a streak of light.

"Today, I shall demonstrate the true Sword Dao!"

In an instant, the world's colors warped, winds and clouds retreated.

A purple-red sword radiance, crackling with world-ending power, unerringly targeted their lives.

The Fifth Elder's pupils contracted, a chilling premonition of death gripping his heart.

Frantically, he channeled his True Yuan, erecting a Spirit Barrier before him, and then bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood: "Qinghe's Protection!"

The sword light smashed against the barrier, triggering a deafening explosion.

The Fifth Elder's barrier fractured successively, the residual force of the sword light violently impacting his chest.

"Aargh!"

A bone-chilling scream escaped the Fifth Elder as a deep gash opened on his chest, blood erupting forth.

His body slammed heavily into a mountainside, causing it to completely collapse.

Witnessing this, the Eighth Elder, gripped by terror, turned to flee.

However, as he took a step, a cold sensation brushed his neck; Daoist Guanyu's sword tip rested at his throat.

"Move again, and you perish."

The biting words of Daoist Guanyu pierced the air.

A profound stillness fell upon the Eighth Elder.

He was acutely aware of the frigid killing intent emanating from the sword’s edge.

"Daoist... Venerable Guanyu, perhaps we can discuss this matter amicably..."

The Eighth Elder’s voice, once filled with arrogance, now quivered with apprehension.

Daoist Guanyu let out a chilling laugh. "You address me as elder now? Weren’t you quite the formidable figure moments ago?"

"It is this junior who failed to recognize true power..."

The Eighth Elder swallowed audibly, his fear palpable.

"If you can show me leniency, the Qinghe Holy Land will offer substantial compensation..."

"Substantial compensation?"

Daoist Guanyu responded with utter disdain. "Do you truly believe the Qinghe Holy Land is in a position to speak of rewards?"

From a distance, the faint, pained cries of the Fifth Elder could be heard.

"Old Eighth... do not deign to beg him... The Great Elder... he is en route..."

Daoist Guanyu’s focus shifted, his gaze locking onto the direction from which the Fifth Elder’s voice originated.

Amidst the swirling dust, the Fifth Elder was seen struggling to rise, a ghastly wound adorning his chest, yet he resolutely remained upright.

"You possess a certain tenacity."

Daoist Guanyu uttered a cold snort, his Spirit Sword increasing its pressure slightly, drawing a thin line of blood across the Eighth Elder’s neck.

"However, do you genuinely believe delaying the inevitable will serve any purpose? Before your esteemed Great Elder arrives, I possess the capability to extinguish all of you!"

Without warning, the Eighth Elder bit down on his own tongue, expelling a mouthful of Essence Blood, and swiftly formed hand seals. "Qinghe Secret Technique – Blood Escape!"

"You intend to flee?"

Daoist Guanyu redirected his sword, aiming to sever the Eighth Elder’s head.

In an instant, the Eighth Elder’s form dissolved into a mist of blood, hurtling away into the distance.