CHAPTER 488: CHAPTER 485: DANCING TOGETHER

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Like twelve white butterflies, they flitted gracefully, the sword light flickering lightly, appearing and disappearing.

"Hey, interesting!"

Four middle-aged men in blue robes faced the onslaught of twelve young women, smiling, with an expression of appreciation.

They found the twelve young women beautiful and graceful.

As if they were appreciating a dance performance.

They drew their swords to meet the attack, their swordsmanship fierce and sinister, with astonishing power.

The swords carried an incredible Gang Qi, clashing with explosive "bang bang" sounds.

The vigorous wind spread around, shattering the small stones on the ground.

"Which sect are you from?" asked the square-faced middle-aged man among the four, raising his voice.

They deftly dodged the longswords of the women, and the sword light could not trap them.

"..." The twelve young women did not answer, and the sword light became even more agile.

"So many beauties, could it be the Yao Yue Palace?" The square-faced middle-aged man laughed loudly, very joyful.

As if he had told a big joke.

"Indeed, it is Yao Yue Palace!" Ding Zhenlong said.

"Yao Yue Palace!?" The square-faced middle-aged man’s smile froze, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it really Yao Yue Palace?"

Meng Xiaoyue snorted, "Who would impersonate a disciple of Yao Yue Palace?"

The square-faced middle-aged man’s smile stiffened, and he opened his mouth.

The four exchanged glances, suddenly having the urge to escape.

The women of Yao Yue Palace were too fierce; if entangled, it would be endless trouble. It’s better to avoid them.

As this thought arose, their sword light surged, becoming wild and violent.

They wanted to force the women back, creating an opening for themselves to escape.

"Hey." The square-faced middle-aged man said in a serious tone, "We have no past grudges with Yao Yue Palace, no recent grievances either; there’s no need for this."

"The people of the Evil Sect should be slain by everyone!" said a young woman in white indifferently.

"Should be slain by everyone!" the other eleven young women in white echoed in unison.

They despised the Evil Sect to the extreme, and would not let any of them escape.

"Hey, then let our skills do the talking and see who dies!" The square-faced middle-aged man let out a cold laugh and said no more.

They originally intended to consume the women, or they wouldn’t have come directly.

Now seeing their tricky predicament, they were not fully concerned and felt the threat was limited.

Ding Zhenlong, aware that her footing affected the operation of the array, paid special attention to her steps, enduring the subtle pain of her foot injury.

The operation of the array intensified once more.

Their surging sword light couldn’t change their predicament.

It was as if they were stuck in a quagmire, the more they struggled, the deeper they sank.

In the blink of an eye, their sword light had already dimmed.

They sensed something was wrong as their sword light intensified, yet they still could not break free from the sword array.

"Old Gu, Old Zhang, Old Xu, don’t hold back, go all out!"

"Yes, all out!"

"All out!"

As they spoke, a muffled "bang bang" sounded from their bodies, as if they had suddenly grown larger.

Their skin quickly became loose, as if they aged ten years in the blink of an eye.

Shen Hanyue turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It’s the Light Burning Skill, exchanging essence blood for power."

"The Light Burning Skill..." Shen Hanyue hummed, "Burning essence blood, wouldn’t that mean they can replenish it by directly consuming others’ essence blood without consequence?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "They consume essence blood but do not transform it into essence blood; instead, it becomes cultivation."

"So, does that mean replenishing the burned essence blood is difficult for them?"

"It is difficult."

"Very well." Shen Hanyue hummed, "Let them die of essence blood exhaustion as well!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It’s not that easy, this secret technique is still extremely strong."

As they spoke, the sword light of the four grew increasingly bright, about to break through the constraint of the twelve women.

Shen Hanyue bit her red lips, turning to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Let’s wait and see."

Xiao Ruoling said softly, "Shen, keep calm, don’t rush."

Shen Hanyue was anxious due to her concern; once she saw Yao Yue Palace disciples in action, she wished to substitute herself and fight personally.

Knowing it was wrong, yet unable to overcome this due to her excessive concern for Yao Yue Palace disciples.

An only child with only her mother since childhood, she longed for family and emotions and cherished them deeply.

Yao Yue Palace gave her the feeling of home.

She cherished every Yao Yue Palace disciple, unable to see any harmed or even injured.

Seeing the twelve women’s sword array struggling against the four middle-aged men in blue robes, she was anxious, wanting to step in to help.

She knew under such circumstances, stepping forward herself would only cause more trouble, disturbing the sword array and disrupting their rhythm.

So she pinned her hopes on Chu Zhiyuan.

In her heart, Chu Zhiyuan was almost omnipotent.

"Really no problem?" Shen Hanyue asked hurriedly.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "We are all here, if there is really a problem, I will intervene."

"That’s good..." Shen Hanyue relaxed, then said, "Have you practiced this Light Burning Skill, Princely Heir?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I only have some understanding, not practiced."

"You don’t need such a secret technique either." Shen Hanyue said, "You always force others to use this secret technique."

"That’s not quite it," Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "My opponents often have no chance to use this skill."

"You’re right," Shen Hanyue agreed, "So, will you continue practicing sword technique? Becoming a Great Grandmaster, you don’t need to practice swordmanship anymore, do you?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "The path of sword technique is profound and endless, it cannot be abandoned."

Shen Hanyue looked at Qu Ying, "In the Flying Sky Sect, do they still practice sword technique after reaching Great Grandmaster?"

Qu Ying said, "Holy Daughter, once we reach Great Grandmaster, we seal our swords."

She curiously glanced at Chu Zhiyuan.

She couldn’t understand why Chu Zhiyuan, after reaching Great Grandmaster, would still study the sword of the Heavenly Blade Pavilion.

The most diligent sword practitioners are at the Innate Realm and Grandmaster Realm, once reaching Great Grandmaster, there’s no need to practice swordmanship anymore.

Spiritual power is a stronger means than sword, using spiritual power surpasses a thousand blades.

Even if a Great Grandmaster practices sword technique with utmost strength, they still rely on spiritual power.

Whether fighting other Great Grandmasters or masters below Grandmaster, spiritual power is the primary means.

If spiritual power is weak, the strongest sword technique can’t touch the opponent.

If spiritual power is strong, the lack of swordmanship can still harm the opponent.

So she couldn’t understand why Chu Zhiyuan still studied sword technique.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "The path of sword technique is vast and profound, worth deep research."

Qu Ying’s bright eyes flickered, deep in thought.

Shao Feng said, "In our sect, swordsmanship halts once Grandmaster Perfection is reached."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "The path of swordsmanship is also worth deep research."

Shao Feng couldn’t help but laugh.

Chu Zhiyuan also laughed.

His words were like showing off to the blind, truly unnecessary.

"Ssssss!"

Amidst a light whistle, the sword light of the twelve young women in white suddenly merged into one, forming a sheet of white light engulfing the four middle-aged men in blue robes.

Shen Hanyue immediately praised.

This was the Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation reaching its peak state: Spirit Butterflies Dancing Together.

All the spirit butterflies moved their wings in the same rhythm, invoking a peculiar power.

The white light then dimmed and disappeared.

The twelve young women in white gracefully separated, falling behind Xiao Ruoling and Shen Hanyue.

The four middle-aged men in blue robes stood dazed, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

As if unable to comprehend what had happened.

"Ssssss..."

Wounds appeared all over their bodies, spurting blood, instantly dyeing them red.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

This sword formation finally reached the Three Mysteries.

"Excellent!" Shen Hanyue clapped her hands in admiration.

The twelve young women in white were also excited, their eyes shining brightly.

The Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation had finally reached perfection; over a decade of hard work finally bore fruit today.

Chu Zhiyuan appeared thoughtful.

In his mind, the Bright Moon Saber quivered gently, its rhythm similar to that of the Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation.

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