World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 107: The Situation Had Been Settled!

When the primal qi of heaven and earth had just resurged, several significant yet little-known events took place in the cultivation world.

At that time, the sect masters and elders of various Daoist heritages were summoned multiple times. The authorities drafted the most promising second-generation Daoists from each sect into the military, totaling over thirty individuals. Those individuals formed the instructor group of the Special Warfare Unit, selecting and training its members.

Wang Sheng had heard of their mysterious instructor group in his previous life, but only through scattered rumors. The instructors obeyed the commands of the Hua Republic and enjoyed privileged access to its resources, yet their cultivation progress remained a mystery. They were neither listed in any rankings nor became part of any Daoist sect exchanges.

They bore the heavy responsibility of guarding the nation's borders, preserving its sovereignty, upholding its prestige, and protecting its people. Even if cultivation were to become publicly known in the future, they would still remain shrouded in mystery, serving as a deterrent to unruly cultivators.

The corrupt cultivators could never have imagined that from the very beginning, the Daoist heritages had already established deep ties with the Hua Republic's government.

Today, after the corrupt cultivators had slaughtered civilians and openly declared their intent to negotiate with the Hua Republic, the former Daoist masters who had joined the military swiftly assembled. They were a force far beyond what the six corrupt experts could have anticipated.

The first to emerge were Zhang Zikuang and Mu Qiuli. The two formidable combatants from the three great talisman sects immediately scattered talismans in the air and formed an array that trapped the two attackers in midair.

Immobilization Talismans and Soul-Snaring Talismans immobilized their enemies' bodies and souls. They also used Five-Fire Talismans and Lightning-Summoning Talismans, summoning heavenly lightning and flames.

At first, only flickers of lightning and tongues of fire appeared above Wang Sheng and his three companions. However, they soon turned into a roaring lightning dragon and fire clouds.

Countless talismans shot out like razor-sharp blades and hurtled toward Daoist Iron Eagle and the Flying Flame Sect's Duan Kongming, who were in midair. However, although the Longhu Mountains and Mount Mao's talismanic arts were far stronger than the paper talismans that Shi Qianzhang and Liu Yunzhi used, those who had made a name for themselves in the brutal world of corrupt Daoists were not easy prey.

Caught off guard, Daoist Iron Eagle's expression darkened. He roared and quickly scattered a handful of blood sand, unleashing a barrage of poisonous blood palm phantasms. Duan Kongming also abruptly flipped his tobacco pipe—an artifact—upside down, summoning swirling winds in midair and making the scattered talismans flutter.

Nevertheless, Zhang Zikuang and Mu Qiuli charged into the talisman array, each summoning a mahogany sword with their talismans. Zhang Zikuang's sword burned with flames, while Mu Qiuli's crackled with lightning. Targeting different corrupt experts, the two launched an attack. Their exquisite sword techniques forced Daoist Iron Eagle and Duan Kongming into a defensive position.

While Zhang Zikuang and Mu Qiuli kept their opponents occupied, the other instructors engaged Zixiaoyao and the Flowing Water God with a flurry of fierce attacks. With Zixiaoyao and the Flowing Water God unable to assist their allies, their situation became even worse.

However, the instructors were at a numerical disadvantage. No Illusory Core Realm expert was available to intercept the Sturdy Iron God. Locking onto Chi Ling, he silently charged at Wang Sheng and the others.

Zhang Zikuang shouted, "You four, get back! Leave this to us! Old Mu, can you handle that iron lump?"

Mu Qiuli snorted and was about to turn and stop the Sturdy Iron God when Daoist Iron Eagle shot two iron claws from his hands, blocking Mu Qiuli's path. Seizing the opportunity, the Sturdy Iron God lunged straight at Chi Ling.

The fastest to react were Wang Sheng and Fei Lianzi, swiftly lifting their swords to block the Sturdy Iron God. However, Mu Wanxuan calmly grabbed them by the arms and gently tossed them into the sea. Wang Sheng panicked for a moment, but the scene that followed took all the cultivators in the area by surprise.

Despite being an over-two-meter-tall, pure-muscle colossus, the Sturdy Iron God was still incredibly fast due to the cultivation path of external refinement that he followed. Moreover, he had steel-like bones and immense strength.

Noticing that Mu Wanxuan was the only one standing in his way, he raised a palm and struck her. However, Mu Wanxuan remained unfazed. She raised her hands slowly, her delicate palms pressing firmly against the Sturdy Iron God's wrist.

A massive force surged forth, sending Mu Wanxuan half a meter back, yet she had completely neutralized the Sturdy Iron God's attack despite his immense strength. Moreover, her seemingly soft and gentle hands had locked his wrist with two currents of qi. She then turned and thrust her hands forward, her movements graceful yet effortlessly natural.

The Sturdy Iron God's eyes widened in shock. He staggered backward several steps, nearly losing his balance.

Mu Wanxuan stood as firm as a mountain, adopting the opening stance of Wudang Hand-Deflecting Tai Chi. Right after, she unleashed Tai Chi attacks. Manifesting the Yin-Yang qi as invisible hands, she struck the Sturdy Iron God multiple times.

Even with his steel-like physique and immense strength, Mu Wanxuan's strikes still forced the Sturdy Iron God backward. He couldn't even break free from the relentless force.

Mu Wanxuan alone was enough to stop the Sturdy Iron God. She did not require any help from Wang Sheng or Fei Lianzi.

Mu Qiuli burst into laughter. Flicking his mahogany sword, he summoned roaring lightning dragons once more as he resumed her assault on Daoist Iron Eagle and Duan Kongming.

Wang Sheng and the others no longer had anything to do.

In the seawater, Wang Sheng and Fei Lianzi glanced at each other. Wang Sheng shrugged, while Fei Lianzi sighed deeply toward the sky.

The two were just about to rush forward to assist Mu Wanxuan when the Flowing Water God crisply shouted, "Third Brother! Capture the captain first!"

At that moment, a half-meter-wide vortex appeared on the beach. From within, a thin, withered figure shot out at an astonishing speed and headed straight for Chi Ling, who was standing in the water.

"Daoist Master, release your flying sword!" Wang Sheng immediately requested as he gathered true essence.

Right after, he swiftly stepped across the rolling waves, launching his treasured sword from his hands. Although he did not yet possess sword-controlling techniques, he could still infuse his sword with true essence and use it to momentarily distract even an Illusory Core Realm cultivator.

Sure enough, the Earth Sand God paused for a moment, causing Wang Sheng's treasured sword to miss its target. Now closer to Chi Ling, Wang Sheng rushed forward and positioned himself between her and the enemy.

The Earth Sand God sneered and attacked him with clawed hands, but Wang Sheng immediately responded with the Seven-Star Footwork. The water beneath him was as smooth as a mirror, allowing him to glide to Chi Ling's side. Almost identical to how Mu Wanxuan had thrown him earlier, he grabbed the mistress by the arm and flung her backward.

The Earth Sand God had failed to grab her!

Another sword flew through the sky, aiming for the Earth Sand God's back. Fei Lianzi followed closely behind, crossing the water and swinging his other sword at the corrupt cultivator.

Growing impatient, the old unaffiliated Daoist furrowed his brow. His Illusory Core spun rapidly within him as he unleashed an earthy yellow glow that stirred the sand around him. A swirling storm of yellow sand erupted from the beach, sweeping Fei Lianzi away.

At that very moment, columns of water erupted from the sea, forming four or five water serpents. They lunged at Wang Sheng and Chi Ling.

Immediately sensing danger, Wang Sheng shouted, "Mistress, forgive me!"

Without hesitation, he hoisted Chi Ling onto his shoulder and hastily utilized the Seven-Star Footwork to retreat. The Earth Sand God conjured two whirlwinds of yellow sand beneath his feet and gave chase, but it caused the water serpents to abruptly scatter before they could cause Wang Sheng any real trouble.

Mu Xuzi, the instructor battling the Flowing Water God, had noticed that his opponent still had the capacity to manipulate the battlefield elsewhere. Infuriated, he immediately switched to a desperate fighting style. Though his cultivation was slightly weaker than the Flowing Water God's, he still managed to push her into an extremely difficult position.

Amid the fight, the Flowing Water God assessed the battlefield. They had six Illusory Core Realm cultivators present, yet they had failed to gain even the slightest upper hand. Daoist Iron Eagle and Duan Kongming were in the worst state. Facing Zhang Zikuang and Mu Qiuli—the two most formidable instructors—they were constantly losing ground and could barely hold on.

Had Mu Qiuli not briefly pulled back earlier to protect Wang Sheng and the others, giving them a brief respite, he could have already killed Daoist Iron Eagle with his lightning and fire talismans.

Zixiaoyao, who had only been recruited to help in exchange for benefits, had no intention of risking her life. She had already begun moving toward the shoreline, preparing to flee at any moment.

However, what frustrated the Flowing Water God the most was the Sturdy Iron God. Having fought alongside him for over a decade, she was well aware of how powerful he was. Regardless, Mu Wanxuan—a Seed Formation Realm cultivator—was successfully holding him back. Trapped within the Dao Rhythm of Tai Chi, he made his Illusory Core erupt with force, yet he still struggled to advance or retreat.

Yin and yang flowed in harmony, shifting heaven and earth. She moved her delicate hands like the wind, diverting a thousand pounds with a single motion.

Why are these three Seed Formation Realm cultivators giving us so much trouble? The Flowing Water God felt a wave of frustration. The worst part was that she had been the one to agree to let them come to the island.

Right now, the Earth Sand God was their only hope. However, the damn sword cultivator was proving to be unexpectedly elusive. The Earth Sand God was already at a disadvantage moving across the water, and now the sword cultivator had broken free from the yellow sand as well.

At that moment, the Flowing Water God came up with a sinister idea. In an attempt to disrupt the enemy's morale, she transmitted a message across miles. "Five Gods Cult disciples, kill all the mortals! Leave no one alive!"

Several long whistles rang out from within the island right after. A few moments later, the auras of multiple Illusory Core Realm cultivators surged into the sky, and individuals appeared on the ocean horizon. Waves of cultivators were rushing toward the battlefield!

Deep within the island, hundreds of combatants followed five instructors, who were racing toward the beach. Meanwhile, out at sea, seven white-haired Daoist elders strode across the waves, followed closely by over a hundred righteous cultivators. Dozens of helicopters, over a hundred speedboats, and even dozens of amphibious armored vehicles also completely surrounded the island.

Still carrying Chi Ling, Wang Sheng just kept sprinting until he realized that the enemy had stopped chasing him. Looking over his shoulder, he found Fei Lianzi now engaged in a battle with the Earth Sand God on the water. Fei Lianzi's flying sword darted back and forth, piercing at every angle, but his situation was becoming increasingly grim.

Except for Zixiaoyao, all the corrupt cultivators had stopped holding back; they were now fighting with everything they had.

"Don't let any of the corrupt cultivators escape! If even one of them gets away, everyone here will cripple their own cultivation!" Zhang Zikuang roared, his words echoing across the battlefield. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Wang Sheng's heart dropped. If a corrupt cultivator managed to get past them, they'd have a disaster in their hands.

Scanning the area, he spotted a nearby speedboat. He immediately rushed over and set down Chi Ling inside. Chi Ling, who had been trying to maintain a serious expression, couldn't hold it in any longer. She leaned forward and retched.

"Mistress, I'm heading back to help!"

"Be... ugh! Be careful!"

Wang Sheng turned and dashed across the water, charging straight at the Earth Sand God. As he closed the distance, a powerful palm strike sent Fei Lianzi flying. The Earth Sand God then lunged at Wang Sheng, eliminating the need for the latter to close in on his target.

Now facing an Illusory Core Realm expert head-on, Wang Sheng pressed his right hand against the fingerprint lock on the sword case strapped to his back. With a soft click, the end of the case opened. The hilt of the sword shot up half a meter, and Wang Sheng firmly grasped it.

Spiritless had been drawn from its sheath!

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