Chapter Ninety-One: The Execution of Miaoyi

The Elder of the Xuan Zhen Temple possessed cultivation surpassing even that of the Sect Leader. Facing such a top master in the realm of transformation, Qi Fei would not dare be careless. Now, with a divine weapon in hand and having mastered the most powerful Sky-Splitting Force from the Creation Martial Canon, Qi Fei was confident he could defeat Daoist Miaoyi.

As the sinister saber technique erupted, Daoist Miaoyi was instantly engulfed by the myriad blades Qi Fei unleashed. With a thunderous shout, Miaoyi’s primordial spirit emerged, transforming into the true form of a master. He attempted to dispel Qi Fei’s blade aura, but the Sky-Splitting Force, unmatched in its ingenuity, combined with the divine weapon, Cold Soul Blade, shattered Miaoyi’s protective barrier.

Miaoyi’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated using the secret escape techniques of the sect. Chu Qingyun, witnessing Qi Fei overwhelming Daoist Miaoyi, was overjoyed. The disciples of Xuan Zhen Temple, led by Daoist Qingxu, were shocked; Qi Fei’s cultivation had grown even stronger since that day—would their elder be able to kill him?

Qi Fei’s confidence soared. The Cold Soul Blade, famed alongside Chu Yanran’s Star-Shattering Sword, could fully unleash the power of the Sky-Splitting Force and the sinister saber technique within him. The long blade tore through the air, blade light soaring skyward; under Qi Fei’s relentless assault, Daoist Miaoyi was left powerless to counter.

Knowing that prolonged resistance would damage his heart and veins, Miaoyi hastily mustered his true energy and, in his transformed true form, conjured a fierce barrier. With a surge of energy, the barrier transformed into a dragon-shaped force, breaking through Qi Fei’s layers of blade light, striking at him with fury.

Qi Fei stood his ground, channeling the Sky-Splitting Force to create an innate protective aura, shattering Miaoyi’s lethal technique. The Cold Soul Blade flickered, and Qi Fei unleashed three supreme sword techniques from the “Immortal-Slaying Sword Manual”: Cloud-Piercing Thrust, Wind-Spirit Spin, and Heaven-Flipping Slash, each breaking through Miaoyi’s defenses.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunderous explosions echoed in the training hall. Under the endless blade light wrought by the supreme sword arts, Miaoyi’s transformed true form was forced back step by step, unable to withstand the extraordinary power of the divine weapon and peerless skills.

Miaoyi’s mind was in turmoil. Previously, Daoist Qingxu and others had said Qi Fei’s power was equal to Cheng Feng’s, yet today, Qi Fei’s might far exceeded expectations. Rumor had it Qi Fei’s wounds had not healed—how could he wield such divine power, leaving Miaoyi almost defenseless?

Unable to comprehend, and pressed by urgency, Miaoyi had no choice but to pit his transformed true form against Qi Fei in a desperate struggle.

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The sect’s transformed true form was extraordinary; as Miaoyi unleashed his true energy, its brilliance intensified. He conjured blazing barriers, clashing fiercely with Qi Fei’s Cold Soul Blade. Deafening clangs of metal rang through the hall.

Qi Fei deliberately left an opening, his movement faltering as if affected by old injuries. As expected, seeing Qi Fei’s pause, Miaoyi rejoiced and pressed the attack, his true form closing in. Suddenly, Qi Fei exploded with the domineering Sky-Splitting Force, his hand thundered, and the Eight-Armed Storm Thunder Fist struck the unprepared Miaoyi.

Terror flashed in Miaoyi’s eyes; he barely managed to muster a sect technique to block Qi Fei’s overwhelming blow. Qi Fei’s full Sky-Splitting Force surged, and Miaoyi’s true form suffered a heavy blow, his primordial spirit severely damaged.

Miaoyi let out a long howl, his transformed true form’s brilliance dimmed. Before Qi Fei could press his advantage, the elder unleashed his life-preserving art. Miaoyi’s figure suddenly shrank, using the secret escape technique to evade Qi Fei’s pursuit.

But Qi Fei’s killing intent was roused—how could he let the tiger return to the mountain? Seeing Miaoyi hide among the disciples, Qi Fei’s eyes flashed cold, intent on uprooting the Xuan Zhen Temple.

Knowing Chu Qingyun bore enmity toward the temple, Qi Fei raised the Cold Soul Blade and charged fiercely.

“Wait! I admit defeat!” Miaoyi, realizing he was no match, quickly begged for mercy.

Qi Fei was unmoved, taking the opportunity to strike down several disciples, throwing the hall into chaos.

“Marquis, will you just stand by and watch this man slaughter my temple’s disciples?” Miaoyi shouted as he dodged.

The experts from Chu Qingyun’s faction were about to intervene, but the Marquis only said coldly, “This is between your temple and Qi Fei; I have no place to interfere.”

Everyone quickly withdrew, unwilling to anger the noble heir.

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Miaoyi’s heart was filled with hatred, and he roared, “Fine! I’ll seek justice from the Marquis myself!”

But Qi Fei was determined to eradicate this sect’s threat; with the Blood Shadow Escape, he instantly blocked Miaoyi’s path.

“Daoist Miaoyi, where is your bravado now? Are you afraid?”

Watching his disciples fall to this young demon, Miaoyi’s hatred for Qi Fei was bone-deep; yet Qi Fei’s martial skills were bizarre, and with the Marquis’s divine weapon, he was thoroughly suppressed. Miaoyi sneered, “Qi Fei, do you truly intend to annihilate my temple?”

Qi Fei’s eyes flashed with contempt. “Enough talk. Today, only one of us will leave this hall alive.”

Although Miaoyi possessed the movement technique to shrink the earth, if Qingxu and others also fell, the temple would be left weak and unable to revive within the Marquis’s domain. Miaoyi clenched his teeth, determined to withstand Qi Fei’s domineering saber techniques, hoping the commotion would draw the second young master to intervene.

As they fought, the hall resounded with violent explosions; soon, the entire training hall was in ruins under the onslaught of two top masters.

Under Qi Fei’s fierce attacks, Miaoyi was forced into a desperate situation. Just as Miaoyi was about to use escape techniques to flee from Qi Fei’s deadly strikes, suddenly his movement was halted by an external force.

In a duel between masters, a single flaw can mean death. Miaoyi had no time to escape and was struck by Qi Fei’s blade upon his transformed true form.

“Liu Yanzhen... you…”

Miaoyi’s true form was split by Qi Fei’s domineering blade aura; before his primordial spirit was extinguished, he roared in hatred at the master who had intervened in their fight.

Qi Fei was surprised—he did not understand why Liu Yanzhen would help him slay the temple’s elder, but he did not hesitate, raising the Cold Soul Blade and finishing Miaoyi.

Daoist Qingxu and the remaining disciples were furious, seeing Liu Yanzhen appear in the hall, having killed their elder, and rushed at the cruel accomplice.

Liu Yanzhen remained calm, sneering, “Your temple vented its anger on Yanran; if not for the Marquis’s intervention, I would have slaughtered you homeless dogs long ago. Today marks the end of your temple.”

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