Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Wind.

A gentle breeze brushed through the vast sky.

Mountain peaks floated above the clouds, where groups of immortals came and went at will.

Shen Ye's gaze settled on the flowing cloud tops, squinting at the pagoda radiating an aura of seven colors.

—That was the summit of Penglai.

A vague sense of connection emerged in his heart.

Three people.

Xiao Mengyu was by his side, another person was on that pagoda.

Mentor.

This time, entering here, there was a faint connection among the three that allowed them to sense each other's location roughly.

But—

Why hasn't the mentor come down yet?

Can Xiao Mengyu handle a sect elder alone? Will she be at a disadvantage?

Shen Ye's gaze dropped, refocusing on the scene before him.

Xiao Mengyu's knees were slightly bent, her hand on her sword, assuming a simple starting position.

The Divine Sword in its scabbard hummed softly.

—It seemed to feel Xiao Mengyu's will, becoming restless and ready to unsheathe and thirst for blood at any moment.

Elder Wang's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire visage darkened.

This was a fight that couldn't be avoided now.

Otherwise, even a Law Enforcement Cultivator could undermine him, and he would lose all his credibility within the sect in the future.

Who would still listen to him?

Who would still be willing to be led by him?

"Zhou Manyun, you're just a Law Enforcement Cultivator who disrespects me, so it is justifiable for me today to cripple your cultivation and expel you from the sect," Elder Wang said slowly.

"As an elder who obstructs the enforcement of the law, if I kill you, I can explain it to the sect," Xiao Mengyu stated calmly.

Elder Wang's presence grew menacingly, his garments suddenly fluttering as he erupted with surging waves of spiritual power.

Killing intent leaked from his eyes as he stepped toward Xiao Mengyu.

There was no turning back.

The fight.

From the start, it had become a duel of life and death.

Suddenly.

Right before they made their move, Zhao Xingshi's voice rang out from close by:

"Thank you, Sister Zhou, for standing up for me. I'm eternally grateful. Now, to ensure your safety—"

"If Elder Wang makes a move, his new disciple will die."

Elder Wang stopped abruptly and turned to look.

Unknown to him.

Zhao Xingshi was already standing next to Li Yue'er, a long blade pressed against her neck.

Elder Wang's brow twitched.

When did this happen?

Why didn't he notice at all?

The crowd started shouting:

"Don't be rash!"

"Junior Brother Zhao, if you hurt her, everything will be over."

"Put down the knife!"

Li Yue'er's eyes also reddened as she looked up pleadingly and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, I know you hate me, but if punishing me can stop you from hurting others, please do it."

Before she could finish.

Elder Wang didn't even have time to shout before he saw the flash of the blade.

One of Li Yue'er's arms flew into the air, dripping with blood, and slammed to the ground far away.

"This is your own wish for me to strike," Zhao Xingshi, or rather Shen Ye, said.

Li Yue'er's face turned deathly pale, her voice ghostly shrill:

"How dare you! You are dead, you are so dead—"

He actually did it! He really cut off one of her arms!

For a cultivator, this was a serious injury.

Reattaching the arm would take time.

Her cultivation would be delayed.

Damn it!

Elder Wang would surely bring justice for her, preferably by flaying him alive, hamstringing him, crushing his Dantian, making him into a human staff, allowing him to die slowly in despair.

"Stop yelling; you've only lost an arm, but I've lost all my reputation," Zhao Xingshi said with a smile, his gaze chilling as he raised the knife again—

Li Yue'er felt the surging hatred in her heart suddenly recede.

Replaced by endless fear.

He.

Was he going to kill her?

The blade slowly raised.

"How dare you!" Elder Wang roared.

"Elder, save my life!" Li Yue'er screamed at the top of her lungs.

The opportunity came in that instant.

Shen Ye saw a deep red phrase flashing above Xiao Mengyu's head.

"Creator of the Earth" had been triggered.

In an instant, Elder Wang's cultivation dropped to the fifth level of the Law Realm.

Clang.

Amidst the sound of sword ringing, a stroke of cold light suddenly burst forth.

Xiao Mengyu made her move!

—Secret Sword Technique: Banishing Immortal Descent.

Countless overlapping sword shadows of immortals unfurled in the void, encircling Elder Wang, slashing at him together!

The timing was perfect!

Shen Ye let go of Li Yue'er and lunged forward, the whole world before his eyes seeming to slow down immensely.

Sword Technique: Miss You.

Amid the soaring, Shen Ye saw Elder Wang wearing a smirk of full understanding, the killing intent in his eyes flaring, and his hand which had been cloaked inside his sleeve stretched out, forming a technique.

Shen Ye's heart clenched suddenly.

He knew.

It was deliberate!

—He feigned anger on purpose, to reveal a flaw, like enraged prey, luring in attacks from Xiao Mengyu and himself.

He was ready for everything, just waiting for them to strike first, and then he would crush them in one fell swoop.

Was there a way out?

No!

An arrow nocked must be shot!

If it were a normal situation, this elderly master who had been waiting for an opportune moment would easily overturn these mere Law Enforcement Cultivators with his move.

But—

Xiao Mengyu's ability was beyond imagination!

And he would give it everything he had to support her!

Shen Ye roared:

"You're out of your mind, brother!"

He had already reached Elder Wang, becoming one with his blade, transformed into a fierce white streak in the sky, brutally slashing at Elder Wang's head!

Elder Wang's technique was ready.

But at that moment, confusion crossed his face.

How—

Had his spiritual power become so weak, and his technique's activation so slow?

It was as if he were only a low-level cultivator of the fifth level of the Law Realm.

With a resonant "clang," multicolored magical light took shape, and what emerged was a vivid and lifelike Dragon.