106: Chapter 106 Ordered by the Sect Master, we have come to slay the enemy.

When this aura descended, the body of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect suddenly stiffened, and the ball of light in his palm trembled violently, unable to advance even an inch further.

The pupils of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect contracted sharply, and he suddenly looked up.

Above the Imperial Capital, ripples appeared in the Void Realm, and a gate of light manifested out of thin air.

From within the gate of light, two figures stepped out.

The person in the lead held a whisk in his hand; it was Elder Cangwu, and half a step behind him, Cang Song stood with his hands behind his back.

At that moment, everyone's gaze was focused on those two figures.

In the Void Realm surrounding the Imperial Capital, countless prying gazes froze simultaneously.

From the direction of the Central Province, Baili Changfeng's eyes were fixed intently on the whisk in Elder Cangwu's hand, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"That whisk!" he muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with a touch of disbelief.

On that desolate mountain peak in the Western Regions, the white piece in the grey-robed old monk's hand finally fell, landing on the chessboard with a crisp sound.

When Elder Cangwu and his companion appeared, a ripple of emotion appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Kunlun." He murmured, his tone carrying a touch of emotion and awe, "Truly unfathomable."

Southern Wilderness, Medicine King Valley.

Daoist Ziyang stood under the Myriad Spirit Tree, with Dan Qingzi standing by his side, both of them wearing expressions of shock.

He recalled that night outside Medicine King Valley, the scene where that Senior in white held a whisk and suppressed the Ancient Demon Lord with a casual wave.

"That whisk," Dan Qingzi said in a low voice, his tone filled with awe, "is the Magical Artifact of that Senior Jiang."

"With Senior Jiang taking action, the Zhouwu Dynasty should be able to survive this crisis."

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Qingxuan looked up and saw the figures of Elder Cangwu and Cang Song; a relieved smile finally appeared on his pale face.

"You have finally arrived." His voice was hoarse and weak.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu knelt on one knee, also looking up at the two figures descending from the sky, a complex, indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

If he had not befriended Senior Jiang, perhaps after today, the Zhouwu Dynasty would cease to exist.

Elder Ling Xu withdrew his sword and stepped back, standing side by side with Elder Mu Bai, and let out a long sigh of relief as he watched Elder Cangwu and Cang Song.

"Elder Cangwu, Elder Cang Song." Elder Ling Xu bowed slightly.

Elder Cangwu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield and lingering for a moment on Qingxuan and the others.

His brows knitted slightly; all four were heavily injured, their Qi almost exhausted, and their Meridians had suffered significant shock.

Especially Qingxuan and Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, who had exchanged dozens of blows with the Ancestor of Liuli Sect head-on; the Meridians within their bodies had been riddled with holes by that Half-Step Immortal power, and if not treated in time, they would likely suffer severe, lasting consequences.

Elder Cangwu raised the xuanchen whisk in his hand and waved it gently.

The tail of the whisk traced an arc in the air, and a gentle white light surged from it, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever the white light passed, Qingxuan and the others were enveloped, and a warm current surged into their limbs and bones, nourishing their damaged Meridians and healing the wounds on their bodies.

The Ancestor of Liuli Sect stood in the Void Realm, his gaze fixed intently on the whisk in Elder Cangwu's hand.

He could feel that the whisk made him, a Half-Step Immortal, feel a sense of trepidation.

Elder Cangwu held the xuanchen whisk, his gaze fixed directly on the Ancestor of Liuli Sect, his voice not loud, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Kunlun, Elder Cangwu."

"By order of the Sect Master, here to slay the enemy."

The expression of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect shifted slightly; he had lived for thirty thousand years, seen countless arrogant individuals, and seen countless talented and brilliant people, but never had anyone dared to speak to him like this.

Slay the enemy? Slay him?

"Heh." The Ancestor of Liuli Sect laughed.

"Slay the enemy?"

The laughter of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect stopped abruptly, and a bone-chilling coldness erupted from his murky eyes.

"Just by relying on you?"

His gaze landed on the whisk in Elder Cangwu's hand, lingering for a moment.

That whisk did indeed make him feel a trace of trepidation, but that was all.

No matter how strong a Magical Artifact is, it depends on whose hands it is in.

A Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, holding a Magical Artifact that even he could not fathom, dared to spout such nonsense before him?

"This old man has already set one foot into the Immortal realm; you, a mere Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, dare to speak of slaying before me?"

"Today, this old man will let you see exactly what kind of chasm lies between Tribulation Transcendence and a Half-Step Immortal."

Before his voice had even faded, the Ancestor of Liuli Sect struck out with a palm; his Immortal power transformed into a giant palm that blotted out the sky and crushed down toward Elder Cangwu.

Wherever the giant palm passed, the Void Realm shattered, and the heavens and earth changed color; its might was several times stronger than when he had fought Qingxuan and Ancestor Zhou Huaixu just moments ago.

Elder Cangwu simply flicked the xuanchen whisk gently in the Void Realm; at that moment, the heavens and earth changed abruptly.

That giant palm, wrapped in Half-Step Immortal power and capable of crushing the entire Imperial Capital, dissipated silently the instant the whisk swept past.

The body of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect stiffened suddenly, his eyes fixed intently on the whisk in Elder Cangwu's hand, and for the first time, fear appeared in his pupils.

"This..."

The Ancestor of Liuli Sect only had time to utter this one word.

The next instant, a vast power surged from the whisk.

The Ancestor of Liuli Sect instinctively drove all the Immortal power within his body to the limit; a layer of light shield rose from his body, firmly protecting him within.

That light shield was the crystallization of his seventy thousand years of arduous cultivation, integrating the power of a Half-Step Immortal and ancient secret techniques, but before the power of the whisk, that layer of light shield shattered silently.

The body of the Ancestor of Liuli Sect trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices simultaneously, his chest collapsed, and the Meridians within his body shattered inch by inch under that one flick; the Immortal power he had condensed over seventy thousand years of arduous cultivation leaked wildly from his body.

The aura of the Half-Step Immortal was, at this moment, like a candle in the wind, flickering unsteadily.

"Puff—!"

The Ancestor of Liuli Sect spat out a mouthful of blood, and a mist of blood permeated the Void Realm.

His body fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the wilderness outside the Imperial Capital, creating a giant pit several zhang deep.

Inside the giant pit, the Ancestor of Liuli Sect lay on his back among the rubble, his robes torn, covered in blood.

His eyes stared at the sky, filled with disbelief and deep fear.

He struggled to raise his hand, attempting to gather his remaining Immortal power, but his palm fell weakly just after being raised.

His Meridians were severed, his Immortal power dissipated; the Foundation of his seventy thousand years of cultivation was completely destroyed by that one flick.

Elder Cangwu held the xuanchen whisk, still standing in the Void Realm, his robes not even slightly disheveled.

He looked down at the blood-soaked figure in the giant pit, his expression calm, as if that flick just now was merely a casual action.

"Half-Step Immortal." Elder Cangwu said, his tone flat.

"Before my Kunlun, you are nothing but an ant."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Above the Imperial Capital, there was a deathly silence.

A Half-Step Immortal, that was an existence that had already set one foot into the Immortal realm, yet before Kunlun, they could not even withstand a single move; this was the power of Kunlun.