"You can't leave."
As those words fell, countless Baiyue Daozong disciples in the hall instantly became alert!
Then, a figure in a green shirt, holding a long sword, slowly emerged from behind a stone platform on one side of the main hall. His expression was calm.
"Someone from Qingyun Daozong??"
Bai Tiankuang, the first disciple, stared intently at Lin Ang, noticing the Daoist aura emanating from him. He immediately reacted, "You… you are Lin Ang, the Daozi of Qingyun Daozong??"
"Was it you who killed all the disciples of my Baiyue Daozong in Longhu Mountain earlier?? You dare to kill my disciples and then appear before us? Your crime is unforgivable!"
As his voice dropped, the other three Daoists of Baiyue Daozong all glared at Lin Ang with indifferent expressions.
"That's right, it was I, Lin Ang."
Lin Ang's expression remained calm and collected.
"Wait a moment." At this point, Bai Tiankuang's expression softened slightly as he spoke, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have obtained all the sect's inheritance here, correct?"
"Hand it over. Then, return to Baiyue Daozong with me and guard the spirits of my Baiyue Daozong disciples for twenty years. Perhaps then you might be spared death."
Xu Tianhuo, the second disciple of Baiyue Daozong, scoffed coldly, "It's better to just kill him. The inheritance and opportunities he possesses will naturally become ours!"
At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came from the side: "My lord, be careful. They are the four Daoists of Baiyue Daozong."
Following the voice, a woman in a long blue dress, with an extremely beautiful appearance and soft blue hair, appeared. She moved gracefully with lotus steps and came directly to Lin Ang's side. It was Qiu Ruohan.
Qiu Ruohan held a Qiushui sword, resembling a peerless swordswoman fairy. Her coldness and beauty left all the Baiyue Daozong disciples a little dumbfounded.
Originally, Lin Ang had simply told her to stay put. However, seeing Lin Ang in danger, Qiu Ruohan was naturally unwilling to merely watch.
"Even if I disobey the young master's words today, I must still help him with my sword..."
"The young master is a man of great fortune for the Qingyun Dao Sect. I would rather die than let him be in danger." Qiu Ruohan's heart was resolute as she thought to herself.
"This is Qiu Ruohan, the female Daoist of Qingyun Daozong, right?"
"Tsk tsk... She truly is the most beautiful woman in the entire Northern Realm. She has rarely appeared in recent years, and I didn't expect her to come to this secret realm..."
"This is good... Killing two Daoists of Qingyun Daozong at once... Heaven is helping my Baiyue Daozong."
Seeing the group of Baiyue Daozong disciples already discussing their fates, Lin Ang shook his head helplessly.
"Just because of you, you think you can kill me?"
"You really don't understand..."
Hearing Lin Ang's helpless sigh, he didn't bother with further nonsense. With a light wave of his hand, he formed his fingers into a sword, creating a sword incantation.
Immediately after, a majestic, scarlet-blue sword energy suddenly erupted, like a bright and scorching sun, stirring the nine heavens. This was a sword energy condensed using good fortune martial arts—the Cutting Sword.
Endowed with great sword intent and supreme golden energy, combined with Lin Ang's own Qingyun Cangsheng Dao Jue, it unleashed the power of a raging fire. When this sword was unleashed, it instantly transformed into a majestic sword energy tens of feet long, as if it could cleave the very sky.
It pressed down hard upon the crowd of Baiyue Daozong disciples below.
"This..."
It wasn't until this moment that Bai Tiankuang, the first disciple of Baiyue Daozong, finally realized...
"Mysterious Core Realm... eighth level??"
"Great sword intent???"
"Fortune Martial Skill???"
Looking at Lin Ang, who stood opposite with a calm expression, like a sword immortal, Bai Tiankuang's face turned livid!
His voice became hoarse: "Run away!!!"
"This person is a master of swordsmanship. He has been hiding in Qingyun Daozong for many years, unknown. Today's purpose is to kill all the disciples of my Baiyue Daozong!!!" Bai Tiankuang howled wildly!
Using every escape method he had, he frantically threw out all sorts of spirit treasures as if they were worthless, turning to flee! Horrible! A powerhouse at the eighth level of the Yunlingling Realm, blessed with so many means, could even fight a master powerhouse. How could they possibly compare?
But it was already too late. In the very next second, that majestic sword energy descended directly. The entire sword energy expanded its range by thousands of miles.
"No!!!" First, Bai Tiankuang wailed, and soon his body was consumed, turning into blood within the sword energy.
Then... Xu Tianhuo, the second disciple. The third disciple! The fourth disciple! After that, the ten chief disciples of Baiyue Daozong, and hundreds of direct disciples—all were annihilated in the surging sword energy.
In but a moment, the entire hall regained its calm. Those disciples of Baiyue Daozong seemed to have never existed in this world. Only a thousand-foot crack remained, spreading from the main hall into the depths of the secret realm. From the crack, bursts of sword energy were still released...
One sword. All disciples of Baiyue Daozong were slain.
"Phew... not bad." At this moment, Lin Ang smiled faintly and waved his sleeves. Countless disciples of Baiyue Daozong were killed with one sword, yet Lin Ang had not a single drop of blood on his body. He was spotless and heroic in the way of swordsmanship.
"The Daoists of Baiyue Daozong... the chief disciples... the direct disciples... All dead..."
Beside him, Qiu Ruohan stood side by side with Lin Ang, looking at all this in awe... Only now did she begin to truly understand Lin Ang's strength.
Lin Ang, a person worthy of trust.
After a long silence, Qiu Ruohan looked at Lin Ang and said very seriously, "Master Lin Ang... if I die, you will be able to return to the sect safely with the other disciples, right?"
Lin Ang, who knew Qiu Ruohan's fate, naturally understood the meaning of trust in her tone. He thought for a moment.