Qian Jinglei tilted her head slightly. “I have no interest in your petty grudges… but it can’t be helped. My disciple wishes to fight, so I must ensure he doesn’t die.”
Xiong Yu’s face twisted in fury. “Then you’ll die with him!”
BOOOM!!
The moment Xiong Yu’s words left his mouth, the very fabric of reality around Mirror Lake trembled. The air itself seemed to scream as three True Gods unleashed their full power.
Xiong Yu’s axe, Bloodfiend’s Wrath, erupted with crimson energy, its blade distorting space as it descended toward Qian Jinglei. The strike wasn’t just physical—it carried the weight of the Law of Slaughter, severing the very concept of defense.
Qian Jinglei remained still, her silver robes fluttering gently. Then—
Shing!
A single sword light, so pure it seemed to cut through existence itself, met the axe mid-air.
“Misty Sword Art: Severing Eternity.”
The clash of weapons didn’t produce a mere shockwave—it rewrote the local laws of physics. The ground beneath them inverted, the lake’s water floated upward, and the sky fractured like broken glass.
Nie Tong didn’t waste time. With a flick of her fingers, she activated the Frozen Soul Domain, turning the battlefield into a glacial hellscape. The temperature dropped to absolute zero, freezing even spiritual energy itself.
Xiong Yu roared, his body erupting with bloody flames that resisted the cold. “You think your petty frost can stop me?!”
His axe swung again, this time unleashing a Spatial Rend that split the battlefield diagonally. The very ground was torn apart, the lake’s waters evaporating from the sheer force.
Qian Jinglei’s expression remained serene as she stepped forward, her sword tracing an arc in the air.
“Misty Sword Art: Dreamlike Reality.”
The world around them blurred.
Suddenly, Xiong Yu found himself standing in an endless field of silver grass, the sky filled with floating swords. His axe strike, which should have annihilated mountains, dissipated harmlessly into the illusion.
“An illusionary domain?!” Xiong Yu snarled.
Nie Tong seized the opportunity. She raised both hands, and from the frozen earth, thousands of ice spears materialized—each one infused with the Law of Absolute Frost, capable of piercing even a True God’s divine body.
“Die.”
The spears shot forward like a blizzard of death.
Xiong Yu’s eyes turned bloodshot. “BLOODFURY ASCENSION!”
His body expanded, muscles bulging as his skin cracked, revealing pulsating veins of pure rage. The Law of Berserk Fury activated, amplifying his power exponentially with each passing second.
BOOM!
He shattered the illusionary domain with sheer force, then swung his axe in a full circle, unleashing a 360-degree Spatial Cleave. The ice spears disintegrated mid-air, and the shockwave sent Nie Tong skidding back.
Qian Jinglei frowned slightly. “His rage is fueling his strength. We must end this quickly.”
Nie Tong nodded. “Then let’s stop holding back.”
The two True Gods moved in perfect sync.
Qian Jinglei raised her sword to the sky, and the heavens split open, revealing an endless void filled with shimmering sword lights.
“Misty Sword Art: Heaven’s Judgment.”
Countless swords rained down, each one carrying the weight of a divine punishment.
At the same time, Nie Tong clasped her hands together, and the frozen ground beneath Xiong Yu erupted into a Glacial Coffin, sealing him in a prison of absolute zero.
Xiong Yu roared, his body straining against the combined assault. His axe glowed crimson as he activated his trump card—
“BLOOD GOD’S WRATH!”
A colossal phantom of a blood-drenched deity materialized behind him, its fist descending toward the two women. The sheer force of the attack distorted time itself, causing the lake’s reflections to shatter.
The three True Gods’ powers collided—
And the world turned white.
On the other side of the battlefield, Long Chen and Ling Xuan fought back-to-back against Xiong Ba, their swords weaving a deadly dance.
Xiong Ba, now fully enraged, had activated the Bloodfiend Body Tempering Art, turning his skin into crimson steel. His axe strikes carried enough force to level mountains, but Long Chen’s swordplay was flawless.
“Annoying flies!” Xiong Ba bellowed, swinging his axe in a wide arc.
Long Chen ducked under the strike, then countered with a Thousand Cuts Technique, his blade moving so fast it left afterimages in the air.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Xiong Ba blocked frantically, but Ling Xuan wasn’t idle. She channeled her Frozen Moon Sword Intent, and the ground beneath Xiong Ba’s feet turned to ice, slowing his movements.
“Now!” she shouted.
Long Chen’s sword gleamed as he unleashed his ultimate technique—
“Celestial Severing Sword!”
A vertical slash, so sharp it cut space itself, shot toward Xiong Ba.
BANG!
Xiong Ba raised his axe to block the attack and was sent flying by the impact.
Before Long Chen and Ling Xuan could follow up, the surface of the Mirror Lake suddenly rippled violently.
Buzz—
A beam of eerie silver light shot up from the water, engulfing Xiong Ba, Long Chen, and Ling Xuan in an instant.
“What—?!” Xiong Yu’s roar of fury cut off as he saw his nephew being swallowed by the light.
Nie Tong’s frost-covered hands clenched. “Ling Xuan!”
Qian Jinglei’s serene expression finally cracked—her eyes sharpened like unsheathed blades as she saw Long Chen being pulled toward the lake.
“No!”
The three True Gods abandoned their battle instantly, their figures blurring as they shot toward their disciples. But before they could reach them—
Splash!
Xiong Ba, Long Chen, and Ling Xuan were yanked into the lake, vanishing beneath its now-calm surface.
Silence.
Then—
“YOU!” Xiong Yu whirled on Nie Tong, his axe trembling with killing intent. “This is your fault! If you hadn’t interfered earlier—!”
Nie Tong’s frost domain flared. “My fault?! Your nephew was the one who provoked this battle!”
Qian Jinglei’s voice cut through their argument like a blade.
“Enough.”
A terrifying pressure radiated from her—the air itself seemed to solidify under her anger. For the first time in centuries, the Misty Sword Sovereign’s calm had shattered.
“Your squabbling won’t bring them back,” she said coldly. “We need to retrieve them. Now.”
Xiong Yu’s face twisted, but even he didn’t dare challenge Qian Jinglei in this state.
Nie Tong took a deep breath. “The Mirror Lake has never done this before. In all my previous visits, it only showed reflections—it never took people.”
Qian Jinglei’s gaze fell upon the lake’s surface. The water was unnaturally still, showing no trace of their disciples.
“Something has changed,” she murmured.
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