Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Sword Path Domain

"Elder, it seems Ling’er has won." Ye Yun finally opened his eyes after a long silence. As Shui Lingling blinked, a trace of blood light flickered and vanished in her gaze. She curiously observed the demoralized Zixue Yan and the trembling Devouring True Spirit Worm nearby, her lips curling into a smile.

"Immortal Dao Sect’s Shui Lingling claims victory!" After a stunned pause, the presiding elder announced with an approving nod. He marveled at the girl’s unexpected maneuver—the entire sect knew she cultivated the Starry Sky methods, yet she’d defied expectations by overcoming her restrained star power.

"Seems she’s mastered both the Cleansing Technique and Extreme Killing Calamity." Blood Yi chuckled, watching Shui Lingling regain composure. Though he’d completed the Killing Immortal Classic himself, her achievement astonished him. Yet he recognized her limitations—without the Classic as her core cultivation technique, she couldn’t unleash even a tenth of the techniques’ true power.

"Who’d have thought Ling’er actually mastered it?" Elder Xing rubbed his beard, watching the victorious girl. "I assumed the little lass would flaunt the technique once then abandon it. How foolish of this old man."

"Ling’er’s always been diligent beneath her lazy exterior," Ye Yun said with quiet pride. "Victory was within her grasp."

The Ancestor snorted. "What of the other two you entrusted with the Killing Immortal Classic? Have they progressed?"

"They’d better cultivate seriously," Ye Yun replied, ignoring the implied criticism. His gaze shifted to the battle platform where a white-robed figure emerged. "Otherwise they’ll waste my generosity."

Mo Wenxian stood poised, having effortlessly defeated the Moon Goddess Palace’s Sixth Level Earth Immortal expert. His white feather fan transformed back into the white supreme Immortal Sword as he addressed Ye Yun: "Elder Ye, shall we spar? Should I win, you’ll visit Nine Palaces Heaven. If it pleases you, our gates remain forever open."

Elder Xing nudged Ye Yun as murmurs spread through the crowd. "Fight him. You’re old acquaintances, aren’t you?"

"I’ll likely lose face," Ye Yun sighed, though his hand already rested on the Purple Shadow Divine Sword’s hilt. "But since you insist…"

Mo Wenxian’s fan snapped open, white radiance erupting like dragon’s breath across the platform. "No holding back, Brother Ye!"

Spatial laws shimmered as Ye Yun appeared beside him. "Go easy on this new elder, won’t you?"

Their blades clashed—a white silk corner fluttered down. Mo Wenxian laughed as his sword erupted in dragon-song resonance. "First blood to you! Now witness Nine Palaces Heaven’s might!"

The air rippled as hundreds of Immortal Swords materialized around Ye Yun—manifestations of his Sword Path Domain. Gasps erupted from observing disciples. A First Level Earth Immortal shouldn’t command such power!

Mo Wenxian’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "Sword Path Domain? Marvelous!" His white supreme Immortal Sword became a blur, deflecting the onslaught. "But domains shatter when their anchors break!"

The ground fractured beneath Ye Yun as he barely evaded a searing light beam. Sweat dripped from his brow while 43 spectral swords disintegrated under Mo Wenxian’s assault.

"You’re overusing the Nine Palaces Secret Arts!" Ye Yun protested as another sword shattered.

"Would you prefer half-measures?" Mo Wenxian retorted, celestial energy surging. The platform trembled under their clashing auras—one a storm of blades, the other a contained supernova.

When Mo Wenxian materialized behind Ye Yun for a decisive strike, frost suddenly crystallized the air. A glacial spark halted his blade mid-thrust.

Both combatants froze, then chuckled in unison. Around them, the crowd remained breathless—the duel’s outcome hung suspended like Mo Wenxian’s immobilized sword.