"Daoist Friend Qingxu, do you have a plan?" asked Master Conrad Cole, the sect master of Grandmount Taiqing Sect.
Highspring Valley Sect, Grandmount Taiqing Sect, and Jadepure Palace are each counted among the nine great Immortal‑Dao sects, inheriting different aspects of the Sanqing tradition: Tongtian, Taishang, and Yuanshi.
The Sanqing were originally brothers, so these three sects have a close relationship and often act in concert.
Master Victor Lin glanced at Ian Song in the arena and said, "This kid's true qi is extremely unusual—almost unstoppable. Ordinary third-grade treasures can't withstand his true qi at all. We can select nine people and each of us will lend our fourth-grade offensive treasure for them to use. I refuse to believe that nine disciples wielding fourth-grade treasures can't take him down!"
"An excellent plan!"
The other eight elders all nodded in agreement when they heard this.
Soon, each of the nine Foundation-stage elders summoned an Innate Eighth Layer disciple and handed over their personal offensive magic treasure, helping them perform a simple refinement.
Ten minutes later.
The nine Immortal‑Dao disciples, now armed with their masters' treasures, strode confidently into the arena.
"Tsk tsk, here come another nine dead men walking!"
Seeing these nine, Ian Song sneered and spoke.
"You little thief, don't get cocky! The nine of us together—you're dead for sure!"
"That's right! How dare a mere secular martial artist like you provoke us Immortal‑Dao cultivators? You must be tired of living!"
"You killed our Immortal‑Dao disciples—I'll chop you into pieces!"
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Empowered by their masters' fourth-grade treasures, these Immortal‑Dao disciples were brimming with confidence. They hurled insults at Ian Song, as if they could cut him down at any moment.
Ian Song, impatient, dug at his ear and cursed at the nine, "Damn, are you here to fight or just run your mouths? Enough with the bullshit!"
"You little thief, you're looking for death!"
"You bastard, I'll send you on your way!"
With a shout, the nine Immortal‑Dao disciples all activated their masters' magic treasures. Instantly, the arena was filled with dazzling lights—a truly spectacular sight.
"Go!"
The nine disciples formed hand seals, and instantly, nine magic treasures erupted with terrifying auras, shooting toward Ian Song at high speed.
"Good! Bring it on!"
Ian Song shouted low, swinging his alloy longsword nine times in rapid succession.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With a series of crashing sounds, each of the nine magic treasures was knocked back by a single sword strike.
"Impossible!"
Seeing this, the nine Foundation Establishment elders all turned pale. Their disciples couldn't fully unleash the power of a fourth-grade magic treasure, but even so, a single one should be able to instantly kill an Innate Ninth Layer martial artist—let alone nine attacking together, which should multiply the force several times over. How could a mere Innate Eighth Layer secular martial artist knock them all back?
The nine Daoist disciples controlling the treasures were also shocked, hastily pouring more true essence into their treasures and launching another barrage at Ian Song.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Ian Song vanished—when he reappeared, he was already behind one of the Immortal-Dao disciples.
With a flick of his sword, a head flew into the air.
Instantly, the flying sword hanging in midair lost its glow and began to fall, but in the next moment, it burst out with even brighter light, swelling into a two-zhang-long giant sword that slashed down at Ian Song.
"Damn! Shameless!"
Cursing under his breath, Ian Song darted aside, dodging quickly.
"Boom!"
The giant sword crashed into the ground, carving out a pit five or six meters deep and over ten meters long.
Missing its target, the flying sword shrank back to just a foot in length and flew into the hand of Master Qingxu, sect master of Highspring Valley Sect. It was obvious he had secretly intervened.
"Heh, you shameless bastard—I'll finish off your disciples first, then come for you!"
Ian Song flipped Master Qingxu the finger right in front of everyone.