Myriad Daos of the Heaven

Three Foundation Establishment Middle Realm cultivators blocked Jiang Jichen’s path.

In truth, under such circumstances, even if Jiang Jichen were to unseal his Seven-colored Spiritual Power, death seemed inevitable.

After all, the most powerful members of the Noble Families had yet to make a move.

The likes of Wei Xiaolang, Cang Lengshan, Nangong Jinjie, and Guo Shan all possessed cultivation at or above the Earth-level Dao Platform Foundation Establishment Middle Realm. If any of them were to act, a single one could have easily killed Jiang Jichen at his current Realm.

Besides, among the Noble Family Descendants, there were plenty of other powerful experts at the Foundation Establishment Middle and Late Stage Realms!

No matter how one looked at it, Jiang Jichen seemed doomed to die.

Even Blood Hand, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines from the very beginning, could see no path to survival for Jiang Jichen.

The gap in their power was simply too great, a fact that could not be changed.

"Facing death and you still dare to be so arrogant? You think you’re so great just because you killed a few Grandmasters and Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivators? You’re nothing but a frog in a well, completely ignorant of your own limitations. Go on, try and run now! Let’s see you run!"

Cang Lengshan said coldly.

The three Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators who had intercepted Jiang Jichen were all from the Cang Family.

"Capture him, but don’t kill him just yet. Leave his Divine Soul intact. I want him to watch with his own eyes as I kill his friends and family, one by one!"

The female leader of the Cang Family contingent spoke, her voice chilling.

She was Cang Lengyun, the eldest young lady of the Cang Family, and her status was hardly any lower than Cang Lengshan’s.

"That girl... remember to leave her for me. I, Nangong Jinjie, will owe you a favor!"

Nangong Jinjie chimed in, his voice dripping with lust.

Cang Lengyun shot Nangong Jinjie a look of disgust but said nothing.

Hearing Nangong Jinjie’s words, Hua Xiaoling’s expression turned cold. She wished she were powerful enough to kill him on the spot.

But Jiang Jichen simply said, "Don’t worry. I’ll spare that piece of trash for you. I won’t kill him today. In the future, you can take his head with your own hands."

Nangong Jinjie’s face turned foul upon hearing Jiang Jichen’s words. He snorted coldly, "Even now, I have no idea where you get the nerve to be so arrogant. Idiot!"

Just then, the three Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators from the Cang Family made their move. With overwhelming power, they casually reached out to grab Jiang Jichen.

At the same time, an incredibly powerful Imprisonment Power descended, bearing down on Jiang Jichen.

The combined might of three Profound-level Dao Platform Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators was greater than anything Jiang Jichen had ever witnessed; it was an attack he simply could not hope to block.

But Jiang Jichen had no intention of facing their attack head-on.

"Void Shadowless!"

He could only use the true power of this skill once per day, and he had just activated it without a moment’s hesitation.

The next moment, Jiang Jichen had already carried Hua Xiaoling with him, reappearing at the West Gate of the Ancient Ruined City. He was now facing the hovering Holy Sword, which was within arm’s reach!

And so, the combined attack of the three Cang Family Foundation Establishment Middle Realm cultivators naturally missed its mark.

"He even knows a Supreme teleportation Secret Skill like that? Is he really just a Loose Cultivator?"

Many people were stunned by Jiang Jichen’s astonishing Body Technique. This was the first time they had seen him in battle, and they never imagined he could be so powerful that even three Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators working together could not restrain him.

But even more people cried out in shock, "What is he trying to do?"

The Holy Sword Prohibition, even after countless blood sacrifices, was still terrifyingly powerful. Not even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Perfection Realm would dare touch it, for it would mean certain death.

And Jiang Jichen was merely at the Innate Sixth Layer. Could he be planning to... claim the Holy Sword!

That was absolutely impossible!

However, Wei Xiaolang and Zhongg Li seemed to realize something. Their expressions changed drastically as they yelled, "Oh no, stop him! This kid’s body can ignore certain Restrictions! Don’t let him get the Holy Sword!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

As they shouted, Wei Xiaolang and Zhongg Li shot forward simultaneously. Zhongg Li in particular, using his Wind Step Technique and brandishing the Heavenly Thunder Sword, instantly filled the sky with the rumbling of wind and thunder that shook the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Xiaolang was the first to reach Jiang Jichen’s side. His purple Treasure Sword, crackling with the sound of thunder, slashed down at him.

The others’ expressions also changed drastically when they heard Wei Xiaolang’s shout, but they were ultimately a beat slower than him.

But Jiang Jichen was even faster. With one hand, he tossed Hua Xiaoling into the Ancient Ruined City, shouting, "Go! Don’t look back!"

At the same time, his other hand plunged into the blood-red Holy Sword Prohibition.

BOOM!

As his hand passed through the blood-red Holy Sword Prohibition, his entire body was instantly stained a deep crimson, as if he were wearing a cloak of blood.

But in that instant, his hand closed around the hilt of the Holy Sword!

PUH!

The moment he grasped the Holy Sword, Jiang Jichen’s body shuddered. A terrifying, ancient aura that seemed to have traversed millennia almost extinguished his life force. He was instantly and severely wounded, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, Wei Xiaolang’s sword struck Jiang Jichen’s body!

BOOM!

However, when the Heavenly Thunder Sword landed on the blood-red restriction covering Jiang Jichen, the crimson barrier suddenly erupted with a terrifyingly powerful backlash.

Wei Xiaolang was sent flying. The Heavenly Thunder Sword was nearly knocked from his grip. The blood and qi in his body roiled, his Dao Platform shook, and his Spiritual Qi was nearly scattered, refusing to condense.

’What just happened?’

Everyone could sense an incomparably terrifying aura erupting from Jiang Jichen’s body.

It was as if he had transformed into a blood dragon, soaring through the sky and looking down on all creation. No one dared to approach.

"Stay away from him!" Nangong Jinjie shouted. "He’s suffering the backlash from the Holy Sword Prohibition! He’s a dead man for sure!"

As his voice rang out, the crowd watched as parts of Jiang Jichen’s body suddenly burst open. Blood sprayed everywhere as terrifying Blood Caves appeared on his flesh.

"The Holy Sword’s Power of Restriction is not so easily borne. Still, we have Jiang Jichen to thank for retrieving the Holy Sword for us. As soon as the Power of Restriction weakens, we’ll rush in and seize it!"

The Noble Family Descendants were already communicating with secret voice transmissions, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

A moment ago, they had been united in their desire to take Jiang Jichen’s life. But now, with the Holy Sword revealed, they couldn’t care less if he lived or died. All eyes were fixed on the sword.

At that moment, after his body had been blasted full of Blood Caves, Jiang Jichen’s head hung low. Though he still clutched the Holy Sword, he was just drifting motionlessly within the city gate.

"Jiang Jichen is dead! The power of the restriction is gone! Quick, grab the Holy Sword!"

A crowd of people erupted with the greatest speed they could muster, rushing toward Jiang Jichen from all directions.

Even Blood Hand could no longer remain calm, darting forward with lightning speed.

By now, a dozen of the foremost cultivators from the Early and Middle Foundation Establishment Realms had surrounded Jiang Jichen. The Holy Sword was within their grasp.

"The Holy Sword is mine! Hahaha..."

"You want to fight me for it? In your dreams!"

"Die! Only I am worthy of the Holy Sword!"

The cultivators screamed as they frantically grabbed for the sword, simultaneously launching terrifyingly powerful attacks that were about to overwhelm Jiang Jichen.

But just then, Jiang Jichen’s lowered head snapped up. A chilling smile spread across his face. "You want the sword? Then you can have it!"

With those words, he brandished the Holy Sword with one hand and swept it horizontally around him!

THWIP, THWIP, THWIP!

A single sweep of the sword sent more than a dozen corpses flying, staining the ground before the city gate with blood.