Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Mysterious Figure in Black

Those individuals, upon seeing Yun Chuxue halt, also stopped in their tracks, looking to their respective leaders. Yun Chuxue brandished the Snow Moon Sword at the crowd, mocking, "Hundreds of Spiritual Masters in the Spiritual Realm are hunting down a Spiritual Master in the Advanced Realm. Are you not ashamed?"

"Yun Chuxue, you killed my son, insulted me repeatedly. This time, I'll crush you," declared Yuwen Zhanhua, his predatory gaze chilling.

Gongsun Yuyan couldn't restrain himself any longer. "Yun Chuxue, it seems you're alone now. Therefore, all the strong individuals of the North Star Empire are ordered to kill you mercilessly."

Other factions also instructed their subordinates to attack with full force.

In an instant, Yun Chuxue found herself besieged by over a hundred Spiritual Masters.

Previously, Yun Chuxue had been surrounded by only eleven individuals; now, it was more than ten times that number.

Yun Chuxue was in grave danger, her life hanging by a thread. Seeing this, Dongyu Zhanhua grinned broadly, "Yun Chuxue, you have your comeuppance. Die!"

Instantly, the techniques of dozens targeted Yun Chuxue, launching a unified assault.

"Moon's Melody, Sky's Requiem."

A massive milky-white beam of light surged forth but was shattered by their combined attack, striking Yun Chuxue and causing her to cough up blood.

Yun Chuxue's arms trembled as she swayed in the air, struggling to maintain her balance.

Currently, Yun Chuxue's Moon's Melody, Sky's Requiem didn't even possess a quarter of the power it once did.

Seeing Yun Chuxue injured, a dozen or so people rushed forward recklessly, aiming to swiftly kill her.

Activating Blood Rage Assault, Yun Chuxue swiftly dodged their attacks when they were near, utilizing her spatial domain spirit technique—Space-Time Cage—to instantly restrain the dozen or so individuals.

"Starfall of the Heavenly Moon."

Instantly, those dozen Spiritual Master level experts turned to ashes.

The people chasing her stared dumbfoundedly at Yun Chuxue, awestruck by her power.

"Yun Chuxue, you always manage to surprise us," remarked the speaker, none other than the Master of the Lock Moon Tower, Hua Jinxi.

Currently, among the leaders of the imperial sects, each was a peak Spiritual Master, with several peak Spiritual Masters among their elders and patriarchs.

They had around twenty peak Spiritual Master level experts among them, yet they were afraid of a Spiritual Master in the Advanced Realm, which was humiliating beyond measure.

Seeing them hesitating, whispering among themselves, Yun Chuxue called out, "Hey! Why aren't you attacking? I'm pressed for time here."

At this moment, Yaowu walked out from the crowd with her younger brother Yaotian. "Yun Chuxue, today, one of us must die."

"Heh, a battle of attrition?" Yun Chuxue sneered.

"Less talk, more action," Yaowu retorted.

The two of them formed a pincer attack on Yun Chuxue, taking turns to launch assaults.

Upon witnessing Yun Chuxue's incredibly powerful group attack spirit technique, they became apprehensive. The power of this spirit technique was enough to shock even peak Spiritual Master level experts, demonstrating its formidable might. Consequently, they changed their tactics, intending to deplete her spiritual power first before delivering a fatal blow.

As Yaowu and Yaotian took turns attacking Yun Chuxue, sporadic Spiritualists arrived on the ground, drawn by the spectacle.

Under the successive assaults of Yaowu and Yaotian, Yun Chuxue appeared to handle them with ease, as if she didn't take them seriously.

"Yaowu, without your artifacts and formations, you're nothing but useless as the Lord of Dedong City."

"I don't believe your spiritual power can sustain Blood Rage Assault indefinitely."

As Yaowu and Yaotian, back to back, began to channel their swords in front of their chests, a mysterious spiritual power began to swirl around them, gradually thickening.

Yun Chuxue sneered, "Let's see how my defensive spirit technique, Four Elements Shield, holds up."

Once Yaowu had gathered enough power, she shouted, "Yun Chuxue, meet your demise, Death Impact!"

A beam of energy imbued with dark power surged toward Yun Chuxue. She had no time to dodge, but she was confident that this attack wouldn't harm her.

"Four Elements Shield."

The shield, infused with four types of mystical energies, easily blocked the attack.

The shockwave from the explosion enveloped Yun Chuxue, shrouding her in a haze that obscured her condition from onlookers.

In an instant, Yun Chuxue flashed to where Yaowu and Yaotian were, kicking them both down into the ground, creating a large pit. Yaowu and Yaotian coughed up blood, with the latter fainting outright.

Gongsun Yuyan cursed, "Two useless fools."

"Ah, Your Majesty Gongsun, no need to be angry. Watch me take her down; her spiritual power should be less than half by now. It's time for me to act," said a man who was none other than Mo Qian, the Master of the Heavenly Prophecy Sect.

Mo Qian intended to exhaust Yun Chuxue's spiritual power as much as possible but was caught off guard when Yun Chuxue pierced his arm with a sword at close range, severing it and causing it to fall to the ground.

Gongsun Yuyan was speechless, and then Nangong Lian couldn't hold back, "Enough with the wheeling and dealing; let's all attack Yun Chuxue together."

Everyone agreed with Nangong Lian's proposal, rushing forward to kill Yun Chuxue.

Yun Chuxue fought against the crowd for hundreds of rounds, the battle lasting a long time. Many mid-level Spiritual Masters from the imperial sects had already fallen, and several elders and patriarchs at the peak of the Spiritual Master level had been killed by Yun Chuxue.

Yun Chuxue had exhausted all her means, including the Four Corners Defenses and the Space-Time Domain.

During the fight, Yun Chuxue was attacked by the combined spiritual techniques of the crowd. Even with the support of Moxi's spiritual power, Yun Chuxue couldn't block them all. She had to resort to Moon's Melody Sword to defend herself, but she was also seriously injured.

Yun Chuxue's body was covered in blood, her hair disheveled and falling onto her shoulders.

Yun Chuxue breathed heavily through her small mouth, calculating that she had already killed half of the people from the imperial sects. The rest had suffered various degrees of injuries. However, what surprised her was that some of these people were from the demonic sect. Why weren't they using demonic techniques?

"Gongsun, why is Yun Chuxue so strong?" Yuxuan Zhanhua was somewhat astonished, unable to comprehend.

The leaders of various sects discussed among themselves. It seemed they were considering retreat; they were afraid, truly afraid. Yun Chuxue seemed invincible, her spiritual power seemingly boundless.

Yun Chuxue addressed Moxi in her spiritual sea, "Moxi, it's time to end this. Use all your spiritual power to kill them all."

"Okay."

In an instant, a murderous intent filled Yun Chuxue's eyes as she brandished her Moon's Melody Sword to the sky. Suddenly, the weather changed dramatically, thunder roared, and lightning flashed. The people realized too late to escape.

"Moon's Melody, Sky's Requiem."

A mysterious milky-white beam of light surged towards the crowd. Unable to dodge, they could only desperately converge their spiritual power into shields to try to resist the attack.

But they underestimated the power of Moon's Melody, Sky's Requiem.

The people were pressed from the sky to the ground, sinking deep into it. The surrounding forest and hills were flattened by the shockwaves.

Mo Xian exhausted all her spiritual power; today, they had to be killed.

The people could barely hold on any longer when a deep and profound voice sounded not far away.

"Stop."

A masked figure in black appeared among them, effortlessly dispelling Moon's Melody, Sky's Requiem with a wave of his hand. Then, in a flash, he appeared in front of Yun Chuxue. She couldn't react in time and was slapped in the chest. Though seemingly feeble, the blow sent Yun Chuxue crashing to the ground, carving out a deep trench. Yun Chuxue spat out several mouthfuls of blood, feeling her bones cracking all over her body. She struggled to get up, half kneeling, using the Moon's Melody Sword to stabilize herself. She looked up at the black-clad figure.

"Yun Chuxue, you're quite audacious, aren't you?"