Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1274 - 661: Are You Sure This Will Work?

Alas!

The Fifth Elder’s face turned a deep crimson.

Their offensive power is overwhelming!

As the Eighth Elder placed a hand on the Fifth Elder’s back, he channeled his own Spiritual Power to aid him.

Hold on, Fifth Brother!

Clenching his teeth, the Fifth Elder endured, yet the fractures on the protective barrier continued to spread.

Elders from several other Great Sacred Lands also lent their strength to the assault.

Relentless strikes battered the barrier, and the Black Tower Barrier groaned with sounds of imminent collapse.

The Fifth Elder stumbled back several paces.

Fifth Brother!

The Eighth Elder quickly moved to support him.

A resolute gleam appeared in the Fifth Elder’s eyes.

Old Eight, it seems we must resort to the ultimate measure.

The Eighth Elder acknowledged this with a deep, understood tone.

I understand.

He swiftly retrieved an item from his person – it was a wooden sword, missing a segment.

The sword’s body appeared ancient, its broken tip jagged and unremarkable.

However, as he grasped it, faint, blood-colored patterns began to surface on the blade.

This is...

Surprise flickered in the Fifth Elder’s gaze.

The Eighth Elder spoke softly.

Years ago, I acquired this Supreme Treasure from the ‘Ancient Land,’ known as the ‘Soul-cutting Broken Sword.’ It has a limited number of uses; four have been expended, and today marks its final activation.

The Fifth Elder’s expression was a mixture of emotions.

So that’s how you managed to survive that Secret Realm back then...

The Eighth Elder offered no further words, his left hand gently stroking the sword’s surface.

His palm was grazed by the blade, and crimson blood flowed down onto the wood.

Curiously, the blood did not drip but was entirely absorbed by the Peach Wood Sword.

As the blood was drawn in, the previously dull Peach Wood Sword gradually awoke.

A chilling Sword Qi radiated from the broken sword.

Though subtle, it caused the distant elders of the Five Great Sacred Lands to feel an inexplicable sense of dread.

What is that?

The Tianlan Grand Elder narrowed his eyes.

Does Qinghe Sacred Land still possess a hidden trump card?

Regardless of any trump card, Qinghe will be annihilated today!

An elder from the Heavenly Immortal Sacred Land sneered, re-activating the Star River Fall technique.

Witnessing this, the Fifth Elder, enduring his injuries, once again channeled power into the Black Profound Sky Tower.

Old Eight, I will attempt to hold them off; prepare the final strike!

The Eighth Elder nodded, the blood-colored patterns on the Peach Wood Sword becoming more distinct.

He whispered ancient incantations, and with each uttered word, the sword’s aura grew more potent.

Boom!

The combined onslaught from the six elders of the Five Great Sacred Lands struck again.

The barrier sustained by the Black Profound Sky Tower finally succumbed, shattering with deafening reverberations.

A violent wave of energy turbulence surged outwards.

At the forefront, the Fifth Elder’s complexion turned ghastly, spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood in rapid succession.

Fifth Brother!

The Eighth Elder quickly caught the staggering Fifth Elder.

Enduring excruciating pain, the Fifth Elder wiped away the bloodstains, a fierce determination hardening his features.

Old Eight… now!

The Eighth Elder understood, stepping forward to shield everyone else.

The blood-stained broken sword in his hand was now fully unleashed.

A pack of curs dares to provoke Qinghe Sacred Land!

The Eighth Elder roared in fury, swinging the Peach Wood Sword with immense force.

A torrent of blood-red light ascended into the heavens, manifesting as a thousand-foot-long blood-colored sword aura that swept outwards.

Not good! Retreat quickly!

An elder from the Tianlan Sacred Land shrieked in terror.

But it was too late; the blood-colored sword aura annihilated the synchronized attack of the Five Great Sacred Lands, its residual power lashing out towards them.

Screams erupted one after another as the formidable experts of the Five Great Sacred Lands were violently flung backward.

The two closest elders were cleaved in twain, their blood painting the sky.

The remaining elders coughed up blood and were sent reeling, their injuries ranging from minor to severe.

This… What kind of malevolent art is this?

A surviving elder stared in panic at the Peach Wood Sword clutched in the Eighth Elder’s hand, his voice quivering.

The Eighth Elder, his expression impassive, held the Peach Wood Sword and slowly approached the Fifth Elder.

The sword continued to emit a terrifying Sword Qi, and none of the experts from the Five Great Sacred Lands dared to advance.

The Fifth Elder let out a cold chuckle.

You understand fear now?

He secretly transmitted his thoughts to the Eighth Elder.

Old Eight, how much longer can you maintain this?

The Eighth Elder responded calmly.

One incense stick’s worth of time.

The Fifth Elder detected a hint of regret in his voice.

Rest assured, upon our return, I will ensure the Great Elder compensates you with superior Magical Treasures.

Indeed, the formidable experts hailing from the Five Great Sacred Lands were momentarily subdued, with none daring to make the first aggressive move.

"Hahahaha..."

A booming laugh erupted from the Fifth Elder, echoing towards the heavens as he deliberately amplified his voice.

"Eighth Brother, your sword truly lives up to its esteemed name! Now, let's observe which of these scurrying rats dares to step forward!"

The Eighth Elder, understanding his cue, raised the Peach Wood Sword with intent, its sharp point now menacingly aimed at the assembled crowd.

"Who amongst you desires to experience the might of the second sword?"

The assembled experts from the Five Great Sacred Lands exchanged uneasy glances, collectively taking half a step backward.

From the rear ranks of the Five Great Sacred Lands contingent, a new figure emerged.

"It's the Grand Elder of Tianlan!"

An excited voice exclaimed.

The Fifth Elder's expression shifted dramatically: "Old Eighth, exercise caution! It appears that old fossil can no longer remain seated!"

The Eighth Elder, however, maintained an air of remarkable composure, his grip tightening around the Peach Wood Sword.

"Fifth Brother, please escort the disciples to a secure position."

"You..."

"Do not fret, I am well aware of my limitations."

A profound sense of resolve flickered within the Eighth Elder's eyes.

"He would not risk his life for a mere junior or some external treasure against me."

The Fifth Elder regarded him with a deep gaze, nodding his assent: "Very well!"

He then turned to address the disciples positioned behind him.

"Everyone, fall back with me!"

The Grand Elder of Tianlan let out a cold snort.

"Attempting to flee?"

With a casual wave of his hand, a resplendent golden Handprint materialized out of thin air, hurtling directly towards the retreating members of the Qinghe Sacred Land.

"Your adversary is me!"

"You old cur, today I shall demonstrate the true foundation of the Qinghe Sacred Land!"

The Eighth Elder of the Qinghe Sacred Land bellowed with fierce determination.

The Peach Wood Sword, clasped firmly in his hand, ignited with a blinding golden luminescence.

As the void tore open with dark fissures, he propelled himself forward, a bolt of energy directed at the Grand Elder of the Tianlan Sacred Land.

"Hmph, a mere imitation, defiled by the aura of a Divine Artifact, yet you dare display such insolence before me?"