Chapter 107: Embodiment of the Divine Talisman

“Lu Xin, both of them have reached the fifth level of the Void Observation Realm—be careful.”

Although Yang Xiu was attacking Cao Xiong, most of her attention remained fixed on Lu Xin. After all, no matter how powerful the Wandering Immortal Sword was, without its master’s cultivation level, its true power could not be unleashed. As for Yang Qin, ever since she encountered Cao Xiong, her fury had been uncontrollable—she relentlessly pursued him, her eyes blind to anything else.

At this moment, Lu Xin was enveloped by two forces vastly superior to his own cultivation, leaving him unable to utter a word. The two disciples, seeing him send “Senior Brother Lei” flying, were both shocked and enraged. Each grasped a magic sword and struck, their sword techniques brimming with razor-sharp magical energy, instantly pinning Lu Xin down, rendering him immobile.

In terms of swordsmanship, Lu Xin was far more skillful than these two disciples. But when it came to magical power, the gap was simply too wide. Moreover, the disciples of the Supreme Celestial Sect all practiced as Sword Immortals. Their magical attribute was “Metal,” renowned for its piercing sharpness. Although Lu Xin managed to block several strikes using the Wandering Immortal Sword combined with exquisite brush sword techniques, his muscles and bones were soon cut by the sword aura, causing unbearable pain.

“Just a mere second level of the Void Observation Realm, and you dare to ambush Chief Lei Wu? You seriously underestimate the Supreme Celestial Sect.”

One of the disciples sneered coldly as he saw Lu Xin struggling to defend himself. With a swift turn of his sword, he aimed directly at Lu Xin’s chest. Just as the strike was about to land, the long sword in the youth’s hand suddenly transformed into a dazzling golden light, swirling around his body and forcefully repelling the swords wielded by the two attackers.

It was an immensely powerful force, its sharpness chilling to the bone.

“Dao Sect Brahma Light Seal!”

Lu Xin flipped out of the encirclement and struck both attackers with a palm. The distance between them was close, and as the Dao Sect Brahma Light Seal was unleashed, it pressed down like a Buddhist mountain. The two disciples dared not meet it head-on and each dodged to the side. Lu Xin understood that if they regained their footing and unleashed their full magical strength, even with the Wandering Immortal Sword in hand, he would not stand a chance. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the Wandering Immortal Sword with both hands and fiercely slashed at one of them.

Boom!

A massive golden sword aura soared three meters into the air before descending rapidly. The disciple, having lost his magic sword and unable to even stand steadily, was caught off guard and froze in panic. Just as the sword aura was about to hit, the rooftop beneath him suddenly collapsed, and he plunged into the pitch-black abyss below. The sword aura struck the rooftop, shattering it with a crack extending over ten meters, reaching all the way to the building’s end.

Lu Xin’s strike missed. His face turned pale, his breathing growing rapid. After the disciple vanished, another figure flew up from the hole below onto the rooftop.

“A mere child, yet possessing such a magical treasure for protection. I wonder if it’s your luck or your misfortune. It’s a pity—anyone who offends the Supreme Celestial Sect, not even the Emperor of the Great Tang can save.”

The stout Lei Wu stood with his hands behind his back, a sapphire-blue flying sword circling above his head, exuding an overwhelming aura. Clearly, the earlier ambush had inflicted no harm upon him. In contrast, after unleashing the sword aura, Lu Xin seemed extremely weak.

Lei Wu did not rush to strike. Smiling gently, he stepped forward toward Lu Xin. His magical power was enough to suppress the youth remotely, rendering him unable to move.

Lu Xin tried to retreat but could not take a single step, helplessly watching the stout man draw nearer. He attempted to summon the Wandering Immortal Sword again, but his internal magic could no longer animate the blade’s transformations.

“Xin, run!”

Yue Buhei shouted from afar, wanting to help but utterly immobilized. Already gravely injured and suppressed by Lei Wu’s magical power, he was no match for a fight.

Looking farther away, the Yang sisters had chased Cao Xiong several miles beyond, firmly holding the upper hand. However, Lei Wu was unconcerned, his small eyes fixed solely on the sword in the youth’s hand.

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“The Sect Master once issued a decree for our Chang’an branch to capture a young man named Lu Xin. I have even seen your portrait—it resembles you by seven or eight parts. At first, I didn’t understand why the Sect Master would mobilize the entire sect to seize a low-level cultivator. But after seeing the magical treasure in your hand, I understand.”

Lei Wu spoke as he closed the distance to less than ten paces. Suddenly, he reached out, and the Wandering Immortal Sword flew from Lu Xin’s grasp into his hands. Though the blade quivered, trying to break free, it was quickly subdued by Lei Wu’s magical power.

Lu Xin frowned deeply, his expression darkening. This was the first time he had let the Wandering Immortal Sword fall into enemy hands. Though the divine weapon had its own spirit, it was ultimately a tool—its strength intimately tied to its master’s cultivation.

“Fatso, I advise you to put down my sword. Otherwise, don’t blame me for unleashing carnage!”

“Unleash carnage? Hahaha… Do you think I’m dreaming? Boy, dying with a mouth full of defiance will only make your death more miserable. In the Supreme Celestial Sect, I fear no threats. Not from you—a lone cultivator with no backing or connections. Even the scions of noble families wouldn’t dare speak like that.”

“Oh? How do you know I have no backing, that I’m completely alone?”

“Hmph, sharp tongue! Since the sword is in my hand, your life is no longer important. Boy, consider it a blessing that II'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.