o resist. Wu Yan flew backwards several meters. If it wasn't for the fact that Lu Xiaoteng's attack was a gentle force, at this time, Wu Yan would probably be quite embarrassed even if she wasn't inj...Deep within a mountain valley, numerous stones stood upright. In many places, stone caves pierced through the imposing mountains. It was rumored that several immortal cultivators were hiding amongst them. At one cave entrance, faintly visible were several large characters: "Di Dao Palace!" Each stroke of those characters seemed like a sharp blade, slashing straight at the heart. Cultivators with relatively low strength could not taste the immortal essence within.
While those above the level of immortals dared not look for long, they would hastily glance a few times before lowering their heads. If they stubbornly persisted, many disciples of the Earth Knife Palace had been injured over the years by the knife intent contained within it. However, some with exceptional talent and insight managed to comprehend the profound knife intent from it, leading to rapid advancements in their cultivation.
At this time, the Di Dao Palace was as bustling as ever. Disciples came and went, just like Yunxia Xianzong. As one of the few factions that occupied the mines in the Huanwu Marsh early on, Di Dao Palace had gained a considerable advantage. Even though Zhao Shifeng had taken away a group of disciples before, the number of disciples currently at Di Dao Palace was still greater than ever. This time, Di Dao Palace's savings far exceeded those of the past. As long as they weren't overly involved in the huge quagmire of Huanwu Marsh later on, Di Dao Palace would eventually become one of the top Xianzong factions in this region.
At this time, the entire Ditang Palace was brimming with life. Compared to the many disciples' high spirits, Palace Master Pan Yong, however, had a sullen expression. Several beautiful female attendants beside him saw that the Palace Master was in a bad mood, and they each lowered their brows and acted respectfully, moving lightly for fear of angering the Palace Master. Over the years since his divine powers had first manifested, the Palace Master's temperament had become increasingly unpredictable.
At this moment, a flash of light appeared outside the hall, and an elderly man with graying hair materialized before Pan Yong in the blink of an eye.
“Greetings, Lord of the Palace,” the elderly Ma Donglin bowed respectfully.
"No need for formalities. How is Elder Zhao doing Why haven't we heard from him in over half a month" Pan Yong asked.
“Rin, Lord of Rin, I hope the lord does not blame me.” Ma Donglin's thin body trembled, and he knelt directly on the ground.
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“What happened” Pan Yong suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open. Looking at Ma Donglin’s appearance, he was afraid that the situation wasn't good at all.
“Brother, the news I received may not be entirely true. A few hundred disciples who went to Leiyin Xianzong with Elder Zhao a half month ago have all gone silent. My information lacks reliable sources, and Leiyin Xianzong is heavily guarded both inside and out. The scattered messages I pieced together were obtained through indirect means. If there are any inaccuracies, please don't blame me, Master.” Under Pan Yong’s immense pressure, Ma Donglin stammered,”
"Just tell me, and I won't blame you," Pan Yong said after taking a breath.
"Word has it that Elder Zhao likely perished at Lei Yin Xian Zong, and the disciples who went with him are probably dead or captured. No one seems to have escaped." Ma Donglin said.
"This is impossible! The headmaster and elders of the Lei Yin Immortal Sect, aren't they all dead or missing Who could possibly be Zhao Elder's opponent" Pan Yong exclaimed with wide eyes.
> It is said that the new head of Lei Yin Xian Zong is a nameless swordsman.
"Unidentified" Pan Yong furrowed his brows deeply. The other party's name, just like their previous reputation, was vague and unknown. To him, it was like emerging from a crack in the stone.
"A swordsman has entered Lei Yin Xianzong, interesting. It seems I have to go and meet him myself."
"You needn't come to meet me, I have already arrived." At this moment, a faint voice, like a gentle breeze, swept over.
Pan Yong and Ma Donglin both felt a shiver run down their spines. Before this, Pan Yong had some doubts, perhaps Zhao Shifeng hadn't died, maybe he was seriously injured and fled to a deserted place, licking his wounds in solitude.
However, the fact that the other party dared to come to Di Dao Palace now shows that Zhao Shifeng is indeed in great danger. With three True Immortal powerhouses in Di Dao Palace, Zhao Shifeng's strength was second only to them. Even Pan Yong himself wouldn't have much confidence in killing Zhao Shifeng. And this nameless fellow actually managed to do it, his strength is probably even stronger than him by a few points.
It's a pity that this time, Di Dao Gong took too big of a step. Another elder was sent to Water Mirror Gate's territory. Otherwise, with one more True Immortal Elder by his side, he would have definitely seized this opportunity to kill him at the Palace gate.
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“Well then, since I’ve come all the way to Di Dao Palace, Lord Pan won’t be stingy with a meeting, will you” That calm voice drifted into Pan Yong’s ears once more, but to him it sounded like a harsh mockery.
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With the enemy at the doorstep, if he dared to hide, how could he ever raise his head among his disciples and followers
“I want to see what this sword cultivator, Wu Ming, who recently took over the Leiyin Immortal Sect, is all about.” Pan Yong snorted coldly, his figure flickering, and he left the hall.
The lotus-shaped avatar before them had unassuming looks, but its eyes were like glazed glass, with lightning and sword light crisscrossing within. Standing alone in the air, the overwhelming sword intent akin to a mountain roaring and a sea surging was already crashing down upon the Di Dao Gong disciples. Hundreds of them were pressed to the ground by that unparalleled sword intent, unable to even raise their heads. If not for the opponent's restraint, these hundreds of Di Dao Gong disciples would have been in grave danger.
Pan Yong reached out with his hand, and suddenly a gale swept through the air, clashing with that icy sword intent. These hundreds of disciples were instantly relieved, like those about to drown who suddenly breathed in fresh air, each gasping for breath.
"Quickly retreat into the Imperial Palace formation!" Although Pan Yong had temporarily neutralized the unmatched sword intent of the lotus clone, he could also see that the opponent had no intention of taking the lives of these hundreds of disciples. Otherwise, he was afraid that he wouldn't have been able to bring these disciples to safety so easily.
These hundreds of disciples from the Dao Palace retreated as if granted amnesty. The nameless swordsman's sword intent was too terrifying. It was simply beyond the reach of these junior disciples.
"Very well, without these fellows, I could have a match with Palace Master Pan." The lotus avatar said.
"Previously, I was unaware that there were such formidable figures like this nameless Daoist friend within the Lei Yin Immortal Sect. There have been some offenses committed, and as they say, it's better to resolve a feud than to create one. If there have been any transgressions before, let us all sit down and discuss them properly. Let us dissolve our grievances and put an end to this conflict through understanding. Why resort to violence" Pan Yong, seeing that the lotus incarnation hadn't taken advantage of the situation to torment these hundreds of disciples, spoke with a smile.
“Before Zhao Shifeng went to the Leiyin Xianzong, he wasn’t this conciliatory. Get to the point, Palace Master Pan, don’t make this seat think you’re a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong. If you truly want to submit, hand over 500,000 low-grade immortal crystals, and this seat will leave.” The lotus avatar laughed heartily.
"Arrogant!" Pan Yong said in a deep voice.
“Since you refuse, then accept this sword from me.” As the lotus avatar’s voice fell, thunder roared in the void. A gigantic sword erupted from the clouds and slashed down with earth-shattering force.
Pan Yong clenched his right fist and struck his chest, with a loud boom, a huge phantom rose from within him. This phantom grew hundreds of feet tall. The void fist met the giant sword head-on. Around the fist shadow, blue flames rolled.
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