Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1069 - 1069 I'll Give You a Chance to Die a Glorious Death in Battle

Chapter 1069 - 1069 I'll Give You a Chance to Die a Glorious Death in Battle

1069 I’ll Give You a Chance to Die a Glorious Death in Battle
Out of Body realm!
The three Out of Body realm Gale Bandits stood in front of the insect that had gone through nine deaths in the raging flames. With their black blades, they swung down with full force.
“Boom!”
Explosions erupted as flames burst forth. The three souls trembled and were pushed back 30 feet, while the insect, having flames surging from its head, let out a painful roar and retreated.
With the insect’s roar, flames soared throughout the city.
The underground fire veins surged, and the giant smelting furnaces that had been pressed down at the mouth of the underground fire instantaneously shattered.
At this moment, the entire city was enveloped in dense smoke and intertwining flames. Rolling torrents of fire ignited one building after another.
“Boom!”
The ground collapsed one after another, and flames soared into the sky. Distorted Nine-Death Insects rushed out.
Not just one, but at least 20!
Twenty ferocious insects rampaged, burning and ravaging flames, roaring and exploding. It seemed as if the entire city was about to turn to ashes!
Not only the insects, but black-armored figures also burst out from various locations in the city. They rode on black horses, galloping along the streets, colliding with everything in their path.
The cultivators who couldn’t evade in time were either cut in half or crushed into powder.
In an instant, the entire city turned into a purgatory on earth!
“Hmph, Sanhuo City is a stronghold of the Transient Wasteland, under the jurisdiction of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. How dare you act so recklessly?”
A thunderous shout came from the void.
A thousand-foot-long phantom in a golden robe appeared in the sky above the city. Raising its hand, golden streams of light converged and formed a massive canopy, pressing down towards the ground.
After all, how could a large city not have protective formations?
Under this canopy, both the Nine-Death Insects and the Black-Armored Gale Bandits were suppressed.
The flames on the bodies of the insects were compressed inside, revealing their grotesque and ugly forms.
Their thin tails, resembling fluffy fur, emitted a dark light as they continuously wriggled.
Their bodies, emitting black smoke like worms, twisted and contorted in a bizarre manner.
These were the powerful Nine-Death Insects, and the Gale Bandits with their black armor and horses were already pressed to the ground, unable to lift their heads.
The hooves of the black warhorses were shattered, and their spines were broken. They lay on the ground, twitching and struggling.
“Haha, it’s Dao Lord Peng Ming!” someone exclaimed outside the square, filled with surprise.
“The True Lord has made a move, activating the city’s grand formation. We have nothing to worry about,” someone followed, sighing with relief and laughing.
The fleeing cultivators slowed their pace slightly, looking around with lingering fear.
Sanhuo City was indeed a large and prosperous city, and the arrangement of the city’s defensive formation was exceptionally well done.
With this formation, not only did it suppress the Nine-Death Insects, but it also suppressed the black-armored bandits.
Regardless of the origins of those bandits, these Nine-Death Insects were precious treasures!
Many people’s eyes lit up as they looked at the wriggling creatures on the ground.
The Nine Deaths Insect were the favorite food of the divine beast Phoenix because their bodies contained undying flames.
These undying flames were also valuable to cultivators, as they could be used to temper the body and refine treasures.
Although Sanhuo City had suffered heavy losses this time due to the invasion of the Nine-Death Insects, if they could collect these insects, not only would it compensate for the losses, but they might even make a fortune.
“If we could capture one or two Nine-Death Insects…” Zhao Chen murmured, his gaze falling on the struggling long insect on the Qinghong Square ahead.
Beside him, Zuo Baichou’s expression was still somewhat solemn, but as he looked at those Nine-Death Insects, a glint of brightness flashed in his eyes.
As a fellow merchant, he naturally calculated the gains and losses as well.
“If we can capture these Nine-Death Insects, the losses to Sanhuo City wouldn’t be too great,” Zuo Baichou turned his gaze to the distance, where the gushing flames were slowly extinguishing.
After all, this grand formation was originally designed to suppress the underground fire.
“If that’s the only calculation, why go through so much trouble?”
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke.
His words stunned Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou.
Before the two could speak, a sharp scream rang out.
The piercing scream seemed to fall from the sky, accompanied by thunderous explosions.
A green sword light suddenly appeared, cleaving through the massive canopy that covered the sky, and then twisted, stabbing into Dao Lord Peng Ming’s body, where divine light flickered.
“Bang!”
The sword light pierced through his body, causing Dao Lord Peng Ming to tremble all over, shattering like porcelain.
But in the next instant, he reappeared in the void, tens of thousands of feet away.
The torn-in-half canopy also spun around, completely restored.
“Zhang Zhenbiao, since you have already left Sanhuo City to investigate the ambush of the merchant caravan, why have you returned now?” True Lord Peng Ming’s face turned gloomy, his body slightly transparent as he looked at the emerging sword in front of him, speaking in a cold and low voice.
A long sword floated in mid-air, and then a middle-aged sword cultivator, wearing a blue robe with a stern expression, stepped forward.
He reached out and gripped the long sword, and it seemed that there were shining halos flickering in his eyes.
“Zhang Zhenbiao is entrusted with guarding Sanhuo City and has a responsibility to defend the territory. How could I not come?”
The sword cultivator’s voice was loud and resembled the singing of a sword.
He turned his head slightly, looking at a building outside the Qinghong Square that had been destroyed by the underground fire.
“Peng Ming, who gave you the audacity to do this when there are still 32 disciples of our Mystic Spirit Sword Sect stationed here?” In his eyes, a killing intent condensed into countless black miniature swords, as if they were about to burst out directly from his gaze.
That building was the residence of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. It had been completely destroyed, and the disciples stationed there no longer emitted any signs of life.
“Ah, Brother Zhang, we have jointly guarded Sanhuo City for a thousand years. I lured you out of the city because I didn’t want to see you die. Unfortunately…”
Dao Lord Peng Ming shook his head and sighed softly.
The sudden turn of events in the air left everyone below dumbfounded.