Chapter 679: Chapter 352: Rout and Pursuit (Extra for 200 Monthly Votes)_2

As these events unfolded, five formidable presences burst forth from the Void, hurtling towards the retreating Steward and disciples of the Green Flame Palace.

“Mere early True Spirit Realm, thinking to stop me!” Jing Tailan’s expression grew solemn, and instead of retreating before the sword strike, he advanced, shattering the Sword Light with a palm and dispersing the Yin and Yang sword Qi river as well.

But he was also blocked by the adversary.

He had known that the opponent was no ordinary early True Spirit Realm practitioner, but it was only upon clashing that he realized the other was not much weaker than himself, both at the Third level of the True Spirit Realm.

As the Yin and Yang sword Qi river shattered, a black-robed elder emerged from within, standing beside the white-haired elder.

“How is it you? Weren’t you at the Mountain Han Taoist Temple?”

The white-haired elder was slightly astonished upon seeing the newcomer.

The black-robed elder indifferently said, “It’s a complicated matter, let’s properly deal with this man first before I explain.”

“Yes, you’re right, we must make quick work of this, lest things change!”

Facing two True Spirit Realm experts not weaker than himself, Jing Tailan suddenly felt immense pressure mount.

It was true he had a Divine Ability with an exceptionally strong defense, but one of the opponents was a mid-stage expert at the Fourth level of the True Spirit Realm.

An escape plan needed to be urgently reconceived.

After pondering briefly, Jing Tailan leaped skyward step by step, as his consciousness activated to its limits the Cold Frost Smog Array guarding the Cold Lake Origin Vein, continuously drawing energy from the Origin Vein to augment his own power.

Such a move would undoubtedly cause incalculable damage to the Cold Lake Origin Vein, but the urgency of the situation left him little choice.

Besides, from now on, it was unknown whether the Cold Lake Origin Vein would even remain a property of the Green Flame Palace.

As the Array was fully invigorated, Jing Tailan’s aura skyrocketed, climbing to the peak of the Fourth level of the True Spirit Realm in an instant.

At the same time, his consciousness stirred, and eighteen upper-grade spirit weapon long swords broke through the sky, forming a sword Array which lunged at the white-haired elder.

Of course, this sword Array was not intended to kill but to entrap the enemy.

He didn’t believe that, with the enhancement of the Array, he could slay the adversary.

It is valuable to know oneself.

Even though under the Array’s enhancement he had reached the peak of the Fourth level of the True Spirit Realm, to fully control this power was no easy feat.

Moreover, as the white-haired elder was a genuine Fourth level True Spirit Realm practitioner, killing him would at the very least require the intervention of a Fifth level or higher expert.

After entrapping the white-haired elder, Jing Tailan immediately turned towards the black-robed elder to strike.

“Those who stand in my way shall die!”

With those words, Sword Light like stars rose and surged towards the black-robed elder.

Indeed, Jing Tailan was also a sword expert; once his hand grasped the Long Sword, his entire bearing became exceedingly fierce and terrifying.

Upon seeing the Long Sword in Jing Tailan’s hands, the black-robed elder’s expression grew more serious.

That Long Sword had transcended the category of spirit weapons, it was a Dao Weapon, and although only of the first seal grade, he could feel a profound threat.

Disregarding the thoughts of the black-robed elder, Jing Tailan took steps that spanned tens of feet, his Long Sword cleaving through the Void and sending a Sword Light out that forced the black-robed elder to hastily retreat.

Having struck with a single blow, Jing Tailan no longer paid attention to the opponent and flickered away at high speed.

Just then, the white-haired elder broke free from the sword Array, his face dark as water as he watched Jing Tailan’s retreating figure.

“Pursue! Without the support of the Array, his strength is greatly diminished. United, the two of us can easily eradicate him.”

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two True Spirit Realm experts from Sanyuan Palace swiftly chased in the direction Jing Tailan had fled.

It didn’t take long before the three Stewards and other disciples of the Green Flame Palace, under the siege of the Sanyuan Palace experts, were killed one after another.

Lu Yun, accompanied by Yuan Yao and Chang Xiaorui, had just left the Cold Lake Origin Vein and had forcefully slain several pursuing disciples of Sanyuan Palace before they dove into the snowy forest.

If they were to head directly for the Mountain Han Taoist Temple now, they would inevitably encounter the encirclement and assassination of Sanyuan Palace along the way.

Moreover, the current situation at Mountain Han Taoist Temple was unclear, and it could be even more complex than here.

“Junior Brother Lu, where do we plan to go?” After they had completely left the Cold Lake Origin Vein and sensed no pursuers, Yuan Yao asked.

“The Northern Han Prefecture has already completely fallen into the hands of the Sanyuan Palace and is absolutely off-limits, and the Mountain Han Taoist Temple is likely the same case, also forbidden.

So now we have only one path to take, which is delving deep into the Youyuan Mountain Range, detouring to Qi Yun Prefecture, and then making our way back to the Green Flame Palace.”

As he spoke, Lu Yun halted abruptly, turning to look back at the snowy forest behind him.

“Come out, stop hiding.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao and Chang Xiaorui both tensed, following Lu Yun’s gaze.

However, apart from the dense woods and thick snow, they couldn’t see anything else.

“Hmph, since that is so, I’ll have to force you out.”

Lu Yun let out a cold snort as the Blood Slaughter Blade swung fiercely, cleaving a swath through the snowy forest, dividing it in two.

Once the flying snow settled, a white-robed woman appeared, slender and graceful in her elegant and ancient gown, her visage lightly veiled in gossamer, exuding a sense of mystery. She looked somewhat distressed, with disheveled hair and a torn hem at the moment.

“Who are you, and why are you following us?”

Clutching the Blood Slaughter Blade with sword Qi burgeoning and murderous intent filling the air, Lu Yun was ready to unleash a thunderous assault should the woman fail to provide a satisfactory reason.

The white-robed woman glanced over Lu Yun, Yuan Yao, and Chang Xiaorui in turn, eventually fixing her gaze on Lu Yun, her red lips parting slightly beneath the veil.