Chapter 54

Han Qianli looked at Amu, a look of satisfaction on his face. Then he retracted his gaze and sternly ordered Ziyu and the other two, "Step back! Once the battle is over, anyone who dares to take revenge privately will be killed!"

This stern command sent a wave of pressure that directly pushed Ziyu, Lishui, and Liruo to Bai Yifeng’s side. Bai Yifeng understood the situation, knowing that everything was irreversible. He sighed deeply and used his Spirit Realm pressure to lock the three of them, not daring to speak again.

Then, Han Qianli suddenly formed seals with both hands. His white robe billowed, and his long hair flew. A vast, sea-like spiritual power surged into the sky, and the Snow Blade danced out.

Han Qianli stood in the air, protected by a white glow, radiating boundless pressure, like a true immortal.

Spirit Realm manifestation! This was the first time Han Qianli had displayed this manifestation in front of so many Northern Cold disciples.

Han Qianli’s hand seals changed, seemingly casting a secret technique. Everyone sensed the vast spiritual power surging in the world, making them feel like they were in a small boat in the sea, drifting involuntarily. This was the power of a Spirit Saint cultivator.

Then, Han Qianli shouted, "Rise!"

A beam of white light shot straight into the sky, as if opening a heavenly gate, brightening the entire Luoyun Cliff even in the daytime.

"Rumble— Rumble—"

Suddenly, a shadow in the air blocked the sunlight. It seemed that a small mountain was coming from the north of Northern Cold.

"Mountain Moving and Sea Shifting Technique!" Mei Wangnan exclaimed. This was one of the secret techniques of the Northern Cold Sect. Moving mountains and shifting seas, dominating all directions!

Everyone said that Spirit Saint cultivators had great power, capable of moving mountains and shifting seas, but this was the first time the Northern Cold disciples had seen such a grand technique.

The stone platform that flew in from the air was not a small mountain but a stone platform nearly ten zhang high and a hundred zhang wide, taken from the northern mountains of Northern Cold. Although it was a platform, it looked like a small mountain, weighing millions of pounds! The power to bring such a platform was not human.

This was almost the power of immortals!

The stone platform descended from the sky like a huge seal, causing many disciples to panic and dodge, and high-level cultivators hurriedly protected the disciples around them. Countless figures leaped into the air.

"Boom—" A cloud of dust rose dozens of zhang high, and the ancient pines and stone hills below Luoyun Cliff were directly driven underground, even the Tongtian Peak shook. Many disciples who couldn’t dodge in time were nearly crushed to death, looking quite disheveled.

"This platform is named Life and Death! In the future, if there are private grudges in our Northern Cold Sect, both parties can voluntarily fight to the death on this platform!" Han Qianli’s eyes flashed like lightning, scanning the entire scene, then he said coldly, "You two, get on the platform!"

Han Qianli’s Mountain Moving and Sea Shifting Technique stunned the entire scene. This grand technique, which could rival the power of immortals, was something even the most advanced cultivators couldn’t avoid.

Amu’s expression was somewhat strange. He always felt that what Han Qianli was doing today was not just a life-or-death battle, but had deeper meaning.

Yang Yun’s heart was pounding, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. He should have no doubt about defeating Amu. Could a mortal defeat an immortal? Of course not.

So Yang Yun couldn’t understand why Han Qianli was making such a big fuss, even personally bringing this platform. It was unnecessary to remove Amu in such a way. He was puzzled, but at this moment, he couldn’t think too much.

A black light flashed in Amu’s eyes, and the Heavenly玄Flying Disc rose under his feet, directly ascending to the hundred-zhang platform.

Yang Yun, with a thought, rose without any external aid and landed on the platform.

This was not a battle of the same level. One needed a magical treasure to fly, while the other could cover a hundred zhang in a single step. This was a match with no suspense. To many, it was not a match but a slaughter!

"Hehe! This time Amu is dead for sure!" Zhao Xian, Li Tong, and Deng Yan couldn’t help but exchange evil smiles. Besides them, many disciples who envied Amu or were close to Yang Yun and Yang Feng also hoped for Amu’s death.

"Amu—" Lishui shouted.

"Idiot—" Ziyu bit her lower lip, looking at Amu on the platform, her eyes slightly teary.

To them, Amu was using a suicidal method to defend his dignity, the dignity of a cultivator who couldn’t cultivate a spirit root.

Amu heard their shouts but didn’t respond, just coldly looking at Yang Yun, "With your blood, I will prove my path!"

"Cut my righteous path!" Yang Yun laughed coldly, "What path do you have? A waste of a cultivator who can’t even cultivate a spirit root, do you deserve to talk about the path?"

As he spoke, Yang Yun raised his hand, and a cold light appeared. A water-blue immortal sword appeared in his hand.

"Intermediate-grade cultivation treasure, Hanlan Ice Sword!" The appearance of this sword surprised everyone present.

An intermediate-grade cultivation treasure was for intermediate-grade cultivators. Ordinary beginners would only have decent magical tools, and those who could possess cultivation treasures were usually eighth or ninth-stage beginners, and these were life-saving items that were not easily taken out.

Like Yang Yun, who used an intermediate-grade cultivation treasure flying sword at the start, was extremely rare. It was evident that Yang Yun had other remarkable skills, and the intermediate-grade cultivation treasure was just an ordinary item for him, indicating his extraordinary nature.

"Is it necessary to use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken?" Zhao Xian muttered, thinking that Yang Yun could kill Amu with a finger, and using a flying sword was an overreaction.

But just as Zhao Xian finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of him, and a purple figure instantly appeared before him.

"Bad!" Before Zhao Xian could shout.

"Slap—" A crisp sound, and Zhao Xian was directly slapped away seven or eight zhang, falling to the ground.

"Do you want to keep talking nonsense? Do you believe I will flay you?" The one who acted was none other than Ziyu.

Ziyu didn’t use her cultivation power, yet Zhao Xian was still dazed, his teeth scattered on the ground.

At this moment, Zhao Xian’s master, Zhou Yunji, was nearby. Seeing his disciple suddenly slapped away, he was greatly alarmed.

His face changed, and he was about to react, but seeing the fire in Ziyu’s eyes, he was intimidated. Zhou Yunji, an intermediate-grade cultivator, wasn’t afraid of Ziyu, but at this moment, the Ice Fairy’s gaze inadvertently swept over Zhou Yunji. This glance was enough to make Zhou Yunji back off. Even if he had the courage, he wouldn’t dare to offend the Ice Fairy, so he could only endure it.

Zhou Yunji helped Zhao Xian up, seeing that he only had superficial injuries. A burst of cultivation power directly healed most of Zhao Xian’s injuries. This time, Zhao Xian knew the gravity of the situation and controlled his tears, not shedding a single one, showing the toughness of a man.

Zhou Yunji coldly looked at Ziyu, then coldly snorted and turned to watch the high platform, clearly meaning that Amu would die soon, and no matter how tyrannical she was, it wouldn’t change anything.

At this moment, Yang Yun’s Hanlan Ice Sword on the high platform was emitting cold air, looking quite formidable.

Yang Yun smiled at Amu, "Junior Brother Amu, draw your sword! I’ll let you three moves!"

Amu’s face was calm. With a thought, he directly summoned a ninth-grade flying sword from the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet!

This ninth-grade flying sword was not a magical treasure but a magical tool, one of the items in the storage bands of the two Youyun Sect disciples killed by Amu that day.

A ninth-grade magical tool flying sword was a good item for beginners, but compared to Yang Yun’s intermediate-grade cultivation treasure, it was far inferior, looking quite shabby.

"Alas!" Many Northern Cold disciples who sympathized with Amu shook their heads frequently. Not only was Amu inferior in cultivation, but his magical treasure was also inferior. How could he compete?

Yang Yun also sneered at Amu’s ninth-grade flying sword, considering such a magical tool as scrap metal ten years ago.

But Amu’s expression was quite calm. If it were a real comparison of magical treasures, even the entire Northern Cold Sect might not be able to match one of Amu’s magical treasures.

"Make your move!" Originally, Yang Yun was waiting for Amu to make the first move, but Amu pointed his sword at Yang Yun and coldly said.

"Huh? Not knowing your place!" Yang Yun coldly snorted, not expecting Amu to be so arrogant.

But Yang Yun was not an ordinary person and didn’t argue with Amu. He took a step forward, instantly appearing before Amu, his Hanlan Ice Sword carrying boundless cold air, piercing directly at Amu’s chest.