At this moment, Zi Ying looked completely different from usual. Brilliant golden light radiated from every part of her body—she resembled a divine weapon unsheathed.
The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s expression changed dramatically. “I didn’t expect you to have cultivated the legendary and long-lost divine technique. Sword Twenty-Three has actually reached the realm of unity between man and sword? Fine, then let me face it with the final page of the Yin-Yang Technique and see just how powerful that legendary divine art really is!”
“Heaven and Earth begin, Yin and Yang transform!”
With a thunderous shout, the entire space darkened. It was as if the world had fallen into eternal night, and an overwhelming aura of power surged from within the darkness.
“The Yin-Yang forbidden art… the Sect Master has used the final page!”
A disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect trembled as he spoke, lips quivering.
“What? What final page?”
The cultivator nearby was clearly clueless about the situation, but upon hearing the disciple’s words and seeing the terrifying scene before them, they immediately turned to ask.
“The final page… the final page… Run! Run now!”
The disciple muttered, suddenly standing up and fleeing into the distance. Although the others didn’t know what was going on, seeing the sheer terror on his face, they instinctively followed.
“Zi Ying…”
Tian Fan clenched his fists tightly, his fingers turning pale.
Endless darkness enveloped everything. It was as if the Yin-Yang Sect Master had opened the gates of a demonic domain. The sky and earth were pitch-black, demonic clouds churned, and the land within a ten-mile radius shattered. Debris and rubble floated into the sky.
Boom!
At the edge of the heavens, a streak of lightning flashed. Pale and oppressive, it felt like a thousand-ton weight pressing on one’s heart.
The more Tian Fan watched, the more anxious and fearful he became. The aura released by the Yin-Yang Sect Master was overwhelmingly intense—like a mountain, like a vast range—immovable and unstoppable.
Amidst the boundless black demonic energy, a brilliant golden light shone like the first ray of light at the birth of the universe—the only illumination in the darkness, unquenchable and indestructible. Though demonic fog roiled across heaven and earth, there was not a trace of Yin-Yang energy within three meters of the little girl. The dark mist, upon encountering the golden light around Zi Ying, evaporated instantly like ice meeting fire.
Where there is light, there is darkness. Where there is darkness, there must also be light. The balance of Heaven and Earth never fails. At this moment, the two stood in perfect opposition—neither able to overcome the other.
This was a silent battle. The shattered rocks across dozens of miles turned to dust. Rings of energy gales spread from around them, nearly tearing the void itself apart. Cracks opened in the ground below, and deafening rumbles echoed in all directions. It was as if the end of the world had come.
Tian Fan kept retreating. There was no place left for him to stand. Though neither of the two had made a move, the tension was more terrifying than action—the sheer force of their energy obliterated everything.
Boom!
An explosive roar erupted between the two. The Yin-Yang Sect Master moved at last. He swung the Yin-Yang Sword with his left hand, and in his right appeared a crimson iron chain—this was the Chain of Divine Law, a manifestation of the power of laws. If it bound someone, even a cultivator in the Primal Secret Realm would suffer greatly.
“You d*mn old man!”
Above Zi Ying’s head, golden light burst forth as a golden sword formation appeared. It was impossible to tell how many ancient swords were embedded within it, but they were all trembling now.
Wong—
A powerful sword hum echoed from above her. With a delicate cry, Zi Ying triggered the mysterious sword formation, which emitted ten-thousand-foot beams of light. The sword hum grew even stronger, and from the center, a purple divine sword soared upward, sending a pillar of sword Qi piercing into the heavens. The clouds within a hundred-mile radius were obliterated, and a vortex formed in the sky as spiritual energy from all directions surged toward it.
Bang!
Her strongest strike! All the black demonic mist in the sky dissipated, clarity returned, and the Yin-Yang Sect Master trembled. His sword hand turned pale. Across from him, Zi Ying fared much better—only slightly pale in the face.
In this fierce clash, Zi Ying clearly had the upper hand.
Tian Fan stared blankly at the ethereal figure in the sky. Her purple robes fluttered, black hair danced in the wind—she looked as agile and graceful as a butterfly.
“Aar! Aar!”
From Tian Fan’s chest, the little color tiger Xiao Hua poked its head out, opened its mouth wide, and let out loud cheers for its master, Zi Ying.
“Stupid tiger, shut up!”
Tian Fan slapped it, making the little tiger roar angrily in protest. It clawed fiercely at his chest. He immediately grabbed it and flung it away in a swift motion. The little creature panicked, cried out, and leapt directly onto Tian Fan’s head, latching onto his hair with its little paws.
The Yin-Yang Sect Master pointed the Yin-Yang Sword at Zi Ying and shouted angrily, “Brat, get down here!”
“Why should I? Why don’t you come down yourself?”
Zi Ying huffed in annoyance.
“You… Hmph! On account of your father, I won’t hold it against you. Leave now, and I’ll act like nothing ever happened. Otherwise, don’t blame this Yin-Yang Sword for being merciless!”
The Yin-Yang Sect Master said coldly.
“You rotten old man! You’re even more stubborn than those ancient geezers at home! I told you—you can’t beat me! Why won’t you listen? Just go back. I won’t let you hurt little Tian Tian!”
“Fine! If that’s the case, don’t blame me!”
The Yin-Yang Sect Master raised his voice. Black and white energies swirled around the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand.
Zzzzt—
A streak of pitch-black light burst forth from the Yin-Yang Sword, transforming into a black divine sword shaped like a dragon with its tail curled. The sword tip resembled a dragon’s head, and the hilt embodied its might. The carvings on the blade looked like black dragon scales.
Boom!
A surge of overwhelming divine might erupted. The black divine dragon, formed from Yin-Yang Sword Qi, let out a sky-shaking roar. As if playing with a heavenly pearl, white radiance shimmered faintly, weaving through the clouds like mist. A mighty pressure descended upon the area—thunderclouds gathered, lightning flashed, and the power of the Yin-Yang Sword was unimaginable. This was a true divine weapon, a peerless and deadly artifact that had once slain figures from the Return to Immortality Secret Realm.
Tian Fan’s heart leapt to his throat. The power of the Yin-Yang Sword was immense—he was worried that Zi Ying might not be able to handle it.
Faced with the charging black dragon, Zi Ying remained composed. She gently waved her hand forward. From the golden sword array above her head, a golden divine sword manifested—it was like the king of ten thousand swords, reigning over the world. It let out a melodious sword cry. In the far distance, weapons in the hands of all cultivators trembled as if worshiping an emperor. The golden sword flared brilliantly and slashed down with world-breaking force.
Bang!
The black dragon shattered into countless specks of black light and scattered. The Yin-Yang Sect Master was forced to take several steps back, his expression finally changing.
“That’s… the weapon spirit of that sword! Why is it with you?!”
“Old man, what did I tell you? You’re not my match. I’m tired and don’t feel like fighting anymore!” Zi Ying said, clapping her hands. In the next moment, her figure vanished from the sky and reappeared beside Tian Fan, grabbing the dazed young man and dragging him away.
“Stop right there!”
The Yin-Yang Sect Master appeared and blocked Zi Ying’s path.
“You old fart, what do you want now?!”
“You can leave. He can’t.”
The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s gaze was chilling, and the Yin-Yang Sword pointed directly at Tian Fan.
“You damn undead Yin-Yang geezer! Your son was an unteachable waste—sinister, cunning, shameless! I merely acted on behalf of the heavens. The heaven is merciful, and out of compassion for your arduous cultivation, I advise you to just go home already!”
Tian Fan spoke solemnly, which made Zi Ying burst into laughter. Even the little perverted tiger sitting on his head covered its mouth with a tiny paw.
In the distance, everyone stared at the pair, jaws hanging open in disbelief.
Seriously?
They killed someone’s son and still dared to act so arrogantly? And now this guy’s quoting Buddhist compassion? Where was that mercy when he slaughtered all those people earlier? Now he was even lecturing the victim’s father. Unbelievable.
The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s face turned livid with fury, his body trembling. The Yin-Yang Sword let out a sharp cry, and the black-and-white glow instantly intensified several dozen times. A faint Yin-Yang diagram appeared in the air. He said nothing more—just swung his sword at Tian Fan.
“You stinking old man, don’t push me!”
Zi Ying summoned the golden divine disk above her head, blocking the divine light. But the Yin-Yang Sword was far too terrifying—no one knew who had refined it. Even the golden divine disk trembled under its blow, its golden radiance dimming rapidly.
“He must die today. You can’t save him!”
The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s voice was cold and threatening, his eyes like ice. Raising the Yin-Yang Sword again, he launched another strike. This time, it was even more terrifying. The black divine light transformed into a divine phoenix—black on the left, white on the right, as if painted with mismatched ink. It looked utterly bizarre, yet radiated an ominous aura of Yin and Yang and death.
“That’s the Yin-Yang Sword’s weapon spirit!”
“Why would the Sect Master summon it? What on earth is happening?!”
Tian Fan’s expression changed dramatically. Without thinking, he moved to stand in front of Zi Ying. That black-and-white phoenix was terrifying—he could barely remain standing.
Zi Ying blinked in surprise, then whispered, “It’s okay, Little Tian Tian. He can’t hurt us.”
Roar!
The golden sword array above Zi Ying’s head lit up. The king’s sword transformed into a golden divine dragon, letting out a thunderous roar. It surged with heaven and earth’s spiritual energy as it crashed into the oncoming black-and-white phoenix.
Pfft…
Blood splattered through the sky. The Yin-Yang Sect Master stumbled back, his eyes filled with shock. The golden dragon shattered the black-and-white phoenix in an instant and didn’t slow down—it continued flying straight toward him.
“Ah! I can’t stop it!” Zi Ying shouted in panic.
“Sect Master!”
The disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect screamed in alarm.
Boom!
Suddenly, an elderly figure appeared beside the Yin-Yang Sect Master and casually flicked the golden dragon away. He slowly raised his right hand, his expression somewhat dazed, and murmured in a voice barely audible, “This is… could that thing truly exist?”
“M-Master!”
The impossible happened. Upon seeing the old man, the Yin-Yang Sect Master dropped to his knees.
“Master? Master!”
“The former Yin-Yang Sect Master?!”
Everyone was stunned. This old man was actually the previous head of the Yin-Yang Sect—someone from the Return to Immortality Secret Realm. Hadn’t he been dead for years? Why had he suddenly appeared now?
“Master, they killed my child. Please, give me justice!”
“Get up…”
The old man spoke calmly and gently raised his hand. A soft force lifted the kneeling Yin-Yang Sect Master to his feet. The old man took a step forward—no divine power surged from him, yet both Tian Fan and Zi Ying were forced back by the sheer pressure.
They had no ability to resist.