Xu Taiping, already low on blood, was drained completely in an instant, nearly fainting on the spot.

He quickly took a swig of Dragon Gall Wine, stuffed a packet of Eight Treasures Powder and a Qi Preserving Pill into his mouth.

But even with that, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy the blood and Qi needed for the Ghost-Sealing Talisman to seal this demonic cultivator.

The golden-haired demonic cultivator seemed to realize this as well. Ignoring the self-binding curse, he continuously channeled demonic energy within his body, attempting to break free from Xu Taiping’s Ghost-Sealing Talisman.

“Zheng!”

Just as Xu Taiping felt he was about to fail, the Severing Water blade hanging at his waist suddenly flew out of its sheath, hovering in front of him, emitting a constant buzzing sound.

Xu Taiping was initially stunned, then tentatively reached out to grasp it.

The moment he held the Severing Water blade, a vast and pure power surged through his entire body.

At the same time, an image of Duan Tianya inexplicably appeared in his mind.

He saw Duan Tianya holding the Severing Water blade with both hands, striking a demonic creature with a profound and mysterious stance.

Xu Taiping, who had studied the Demonic Severing Blade manual, clearly remembered that this was one of the techniques within the manual.

“Severing Water blade, are you asking me to… slay demons?”

A thought suddenly popped into Xu Taiping’s mind.

As if in response to his thought, the Severing Water blade emitted another hum.

Although still somewhat skeptical, Xu Taiping, having witnessed the power of the Severing Water blade, decided to take the risk.

Relying solely on the Ghost-Sealing Talisman, who knew how much more blood and Qi he would need to consume to seal this demonic creature.

Xu Taiping released his grip on the demonic cultivator’s head, then grasped the handle of the Demonic Severing Blade with both hands, recalling the technique that had just appeared in his mind.

“Die… die!”

The golden-haired demonic cultivator, upon breaking free from Xu Taiping’s seal, didn’t flee. Instead, he opened his bloodthirsty mouth, filled with surging demonic energy, and lunged at Xu Taiping.

“Boom!”

At the moment the demonic cultivator lunged, Xu Taiping’s Severing Water blade slashed down, cutting the golden-haired demonic cultivator in half.

Even more astonishing, after being severed by the Severing Water blade, the golden-haired demonic cultivator couldn’t regenerate his limbs with demonic energy as he had before.

“As expected of… the Demonic Severing Blade.”

Xu Taiping exclaimed in admiration.

“Stop!”

At that moment, an angry shout came from the sky.

Xu Taiping looked up to see a black cloud rapidly approaching.

“Hmph, the boss is here, none of you can escape.”

The golden-haired demonic cultivator, now cut in two, sneered.

Xu Taiping said nothing, stepping forward and raising the Severing Water blade to decapitate the golden-haired demonic cultivator.

“I told you to stop!”

From the distance, a tall figure flew out of the black cloud, shouting angrily at Xu Taiping once more.

“Taiping, come back, the Golden Scales Formation is fully activated.”

At the same time, Xu Ziyan’s voice came from the courtyard behind him.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping unhesitatingly decapitated the golden-haired demonic cultivator.

“Bastard!”

Seeing this, the tall figure in the sky roared thunderously.

Without sparing him a glance, Xu Taiping quickly stored the golden-haired demonic cultivator’s body and belongings into his gourd, then rushed into the courtyard, which was almost completely enveloped by the Golden Scales Formation.

“Bang!”

Almost the instant he entered the courtyard, a massive blade shadow slashed across the sky, striking the barrier of the Golden Scales Formation.

Even with the protection of the Golden Scales Formation, the courtyard below trembled, causing the disciples within to feel their blood and Qi churn.

“Don’t think a mere barrier can stop me!”

A cold, furious voice followed.

Xu Taiping, hurriedly swallowing a Gathering Qi Pill, looked up, enduring the churning blood and Qi.

He saw a young man with white hair and a purple robe standing on the head of a demonic flood dragon, coldly looking down at them from above.

“The Demon Lord… could it be the Demon Lord?!”

At the thought of this name, Xu Taiping couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

…

Qingxuan Sect.

At the foot of Mo Wang Peak.

“Junior Martial Uncle, demonic cultivators from the Nine Mansions have invaded the Immortal Mansion within the Cloud Dream Marsh. Several disciples from the Sixth Peak are trapped inside. Please, Junior Martial Uncle, help us rescue them.”

Peak Master Meng of the Sixth Peak shouted anxiously towards the peak.

There was no response from the peak for a long time.

“Senior Brother Zhao, what should we do? Junior Martial Uncle seems to be in closed-door cultivation and unwilling to help.”

Peak Master Meng looked anxiously at Zhao Qian, the Peak Master of the Seventh Peak.

Zhao Qian scratched his head, then shouted:

“Junior Martial Uncle, Xu Taiping from our Seventh Peak is also trapped inside. Please, Junior Martial Uncle, come out and rescue them.”

There was still no response from the peak.

Just as the two were about to give up, a voice suddenly came from the peak:

“Zhao Qian, you useless fool! I’ve only been in closed-door cultivation for a few days, and you’ve already lost people!”

Hearing this, Peak Master Meng looked at Zhao Qian in astonishment.

Zhao Qian was on the verge of tears.

“Disciple deserves to die. Please, Junior Martial Uncle, save those children.”

He continued to plead.

“Got it, you can go back now!”

Junior Martial Uncle’s voice came from the mountain again.

“Junior Martial Uncle…”

“Go, go, go. Since Junior Martial Uncle has agreed, there will be no problem.”

Peak Master Meng wanted to say more, but Zhao Qian quickly pulled her away.

…

Meanwhile.

At the top of Mo Wang Peak.

A slender figure, Lu Jianjiu, was sitting by a pond, drinking.

“Old friends, I can’t go to that ghostly place, Cloud Dream Marsh. I’ll have to trouble you this time.”

He looked at a few fish swimming in the pond.

The fish seemed to understand him, swimming up to him as if waiting for his instructions.

“Longyuan, Chengying, it’s up to you two this time.”

Lu Jianjiu smiled at the fish.

Hearing this, a blue fish and a purple fish swam out joyfully.

“Go.”

Lu Jianjiu waved his hand.

With a splash, the blue and purple fish leaped out of the pond.

In an instant, the two fish transformed into two powerful flying swords, roaring through the sky.

“Remember to ask those kids if they want to come back or follow you to slay demons.”

Junior Martial Uncle shouted at the two flying swords disappearing into the clouds.

As if responding to him, the two flying swords let out a majestic sword cry from within the clouds, then soared away like two dragons.