Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 68: Mamba! Out! The big plane crashed!

As Yin Lingsu let out a roar, a blinding crimson light suddenly erupted from the broken sword!

That light was neither spiritual power nor sword energy!

It was sword intent! It was pure, ultimate sword intent, powerful enough to sever all things in the world!

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds change color.

Behind Yin Lingsu, a huge phantom of an Yinglong soared into the sky.

The Yinglong was entirely black, its wings spread wide, obscuring half the sky, and its eyes burned with scarlet flames, as if a demon god from the ancient wilderness had descended to earth.

Amidst the dragon's roar, the crimson light on the broken sword grew ever brighter and more intense, eventually transforming into a crimson sword light that reached the heavens and the earth!

Wherever the sword light passed, space was cleaved open, time was torn apart, and the laws of nature were shattered!

The white beam of light, comparable to the full-force attack of a Void Refinement expert, collided violently with the crimson sword light in mid-air.

At this moment, heaven and earth lost their color.

There was no sound, no light, and no sensation.

Everything in the world seemed to be paused at that moment, and the concepts of time and space became blurred.

then……

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to tear the heavens apart, exploded in everyone's ears.

White and red intertwined, transforming into a gigantic sphere of light that expanded, grew, and exploded high in the sky. Countless tiny energy streams, like tentacles, spread outwards from the sphere's edge, igniting the air, evaporating clouds, and tearing dark cracks through space wherever they passed.

The energy collision was so intense that even the distant Heming Mountain City was shaken!

The array runes on the city wall lit up instantly, desperately resisting the shockwave, but the entire city still shook violently, the stone slabs on the streets were cracked, and the roof tiles of the houses fell down one after another.

The tremor even traveled hundreds of miles away.

.........

Five hundred li west of Heming Mountain lies Yueming Town.

A young woman in a blue dress wearing a bamboo hat walked into a teahouse, looking travel-worn.

The girl appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features and a touch of heroism between her brows. She wore a long blue dress with a white silk sash tied around her waist and black cloth shoes. She looked travel-worn, indicating that she had traveled a long way.

This woman was none other than Xiao Bai, the maid who had just escaped from Heming Mountain to Yueming Town and was preparing to settle down here to wait for Dong Mo.

"Shopkeeper, a pot of tea, please." Xiao Bai took off his straw hat and sat down by the window.

"Alright, please wait a moment, miss." The shopkeeper replied with a smile and turned to make tea.

Xiao Bai rubbed his slightly sore shoulders and looked out the window at the distant, rolling mountains.

She had barely rested since fleeing all the way from Heming Mountain to here.

She planned to rest in Yueming Town for a few days and wait for Dong Mo to come and join her after he escaped from Heming Mountain.

"I hope the young master is alright..." Xiao Bai murmured to himself, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Just then...

"Boom!"

A deep, muffled thud came from afar, and the entire teahouse trembled.

The teacup on the table wobbled, making a crisp clinking sound.

Xiao Bai suddenly looked up, his gaze passing through the window and towards the direction of Heming Mountain.

There, a blinding white beam of light shot into the sky, clearly visible even from five hundred miles away. Beside the white beam of light, a dazzling crimson light was expanding and spreading at an incredible speed.

"That is..." Xiao Bai's pupils suddenly contracted, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.

"Herming Mountain! That energy fluctuation... it's the family's warship, Sumeru Throne!"

Xiao Bai suddenly stood up, his face turning pale instantly.

"Oh no! Young Master is in danger!"

Without hesitation, Xiao Bai rushed out of the teahouse and leaped onto the street.

"Miss! Your tea..." The shopkeeper came out of the kitchen carrying a teapot, but all she saw was an empty seat and a broken teacup on the floor.

"Strange? Where did they go? They were just here in the shop..." The shopkeeper scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Xiao Bai didn't have time to pay attention to the pot of tea. She was about to fly to Heming Mountain on her sword when the Purple Nether Sword at her waist suddenly began to vibrate violently.

"Buzz—"

The blade of the Purple Nether Sword trembled wildly in its scabbard, emitting rapid buzzing sounds, like a snake trapped in a cage, desperately trying to break free of its restraints.

Xiao Bai was stunned.

"Purple Nether Sword, what happened to it..." She looked down at the sword at her waist, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. "Are you also worried about the young master?"

Before the words were finished—

"Clang!"

The Purple Nether Sword suddenly flew out of its sheath, transforming into a purple streak of light that shot towards Heming Mountain at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Bai stared blankly in the direction where the Purple Nether Sword had disappeared, unable to react for a moment.

Is it just my imagination?

Why does it feel like... Purple Nether Sword cares about the young master even more than I do?

She shook her head, banishing the absurd thought from her mind.

Forget it! Never mind! Rescuing the young master is the priority!

Even if we can't save the young master, we must at least check his current condition!

After all, his life was given to him by the young master!

Xiao Bai gritted her teeth, took out a spirit shuttle from her storage bag, and infused it with spiritual power. The spirit shuttle expanded in the wind, transforming into a streak of light, carrying her rapidly towards Heming Mountain.

.........

The scene shifts back to the battlefield.

The clash between the white beam of light and the crimson sword light continues.

Initially, the white beam of light, comparable to the full-force attack of a Void Refinement expert, was able to contend with the crimson sword light. The energy tugs back and forth between the two, forming a visible balance line.

But soon, the balance was broken.

The crimson sword light grew stronger and brighter, while the white beam of light began to retreat under the pressure of the sword light.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Dong Zhan muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That crimson sword light actually pushed back the beam of light from the Sumeru Seat main cannon!

The beam of light was compressed, distorted, and torn apart!

finally……

"laugh……"

With a soft sound.

The white beam of light was split in two right in the middle!

The crimson sword light sliced ​​through the light pillar, comparable to the full-force attack of a Void Refinement expert, as easily as a red-hot knife cutting through butter.

The cleaved beam of light scattered to both sides, landing on the ground and blasting out two bottomless craters. The earth trembled violently, and the walls of Heming Mountain shook, with countless cracks spreading from the base of the walls.

Even the clouds in the sky were cleaved open by this sword strike, creating a huge rift. Sunlight streamed through the rift, forming a golden beam that illuminated the entire battlefield.

After cleaving through the pillar of light, the crimson sword light continued its momentum, hurtling straight toward the Sumeru pedestal in the sky!

"boom!"

The sword light slammed into the protective array of the Sumeru pedestal.

The surge of spiritual energy generated by the collision of sword light and protective formations swept across the entire battlefield like a tsunami.

at the same time.

In the distance, Dong Mo and his group were hot on their heels, chasing after the pursuers from the Dong family's Enforcement Hall.

"Hahaha! Don't run! Don't run!" Gu Ziyue stood at the bow of the boat, her fox ears twitching with excitement, her hands on her hips, laughing so hard she was doubled over.

"You little brat! Face me!"

"What are you all looking at like that! Charge at my spirit boat!"

Not to be outdone, Feng Ling Shuang controlled the Phoenix Cry Sword to continuously shoot sword energy at the fleeing Dong family cultivators. Although she could not hit many people, her momentum was overwhelming.

Song Qiuyu maneuvered the spirit boat, dashing left and right through the pursuing troops as if they were nothing.

Dong Mo stood on the deck, hands on his hips, watching the Dong family cultivators fleeing in disarray, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

However, at that moment...

"Buzz—"

A terrifying tide of spiritual energy swept in from afar, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield.

Dong Mo felt his feet stop, and the core of the spirit boat's formation suddenly went out.