Wu Tao swirled his sword a few times before thrusting it towards Chang Zhiqiang, one of the Ten Great Elders.
Chang Zhiqiang swept his saber horizontally. Their weapons met with a clear clang, and his demonic saber snapped in half.
The tip of the True Martial Sword pierced straight into Chang Zhiqiang's heart.
Chang Zhiqiang spun around, narrowly evading the sword tip. Another demon sect elder, Kuang Wei, launched a palm strike towards Wu Tao's chest. To his surprise, Wu Tao preemptively kicked him away.
At this moment, Du Kong also arrived to assist.
Wu Tao knew that the Heavenly Demon God Sect, apart from its leader Youming Kuang, was primarily led by these ten elders. If they could tie down these ten elders, Qingyun Temple and Shaolin Temple, working together, would surely achieve victory.
With this thought, Wu Tao's treasure sword moved with incredible speed, launching simultaneous attacks at all ten individuals. With Du Kong's supporting blows, the ten grandmaster-level demonic elders were crying out in agony.
These ten had never witnessed such an intricate and profound sword technique. Each felt as though they were fighting Wu Tao alone. Wu Tao unleashed ten rapid strikes, leaving the ten grandmaster-level demonic elders utterly astonished and terrified.
Since descending the mountain, these ten grandmaster-level demonic elders had roamed the world, always fighting individually and rarely suffering significant losses.
Today, all ten joining forces to fight was an unprecedented event, and even more inconceivable. In their terror, sweat poured from them like rain.
In an instant, Wu Tao had launched hundreds of moves. His movements were fluid and ethereal, clearly demonstrating his mastery of swordsmanship and footwork to the highest degree.
With Du Kong assisting from the side, Wu Tao's advantage was maximized!
However, these ten grandmaster-level demonic elders were all top-tier experts, each with their own unique martial arts lineage. They were proficient in all forms of combat, from sabers, spears, swords, and halberds to axes, hooks, and grappling techniques.
These ten grandmaster-level demonic elders felt it was utterly unfair. Two Grandmasters attacking together gave them an immense advantage. Yet, their side had ten people fighting together, and anyone acting as a judge would deem their side to be overwhelmingly favored.
Little did they know, despite fighting as ten, Wu Tao's sword strikes were as swift as lightning and his power like thunder. The ten were attacked almost simultaneously, with Du Kong's formidable palm strikes landing sneakily. They were unable to retreat, caught in a desperate struggle.
Any slight carelessness would result in their deaths from a piercing sword or a crushing palm.
The circle formed by these ten grandmaster-level demonic elders was progressively shrinking under the combined pressure of Wu Tao and Du Kong, showing signs of imminent defeat.
The disciples of Qingyun Temple and Shaolin Temple, witnessing their grandmasters display such divine might, were instantly filled with renewed morale. Fighting against superior numbers, they no longer felt fear.
The elders of Qingyun Temple and Shaolin Temple, who were gradually gaining the upper hand, watched this great battle with mesmerized eyes and awe-struck gasps.
Initially, they had worried that their two grandmasters might exhaust their strength after several continuous major battles and ultimately be defeated.
If that happened, they themselves would inevitably lose their lives. Everyone's hands were clenched in anticipation, their hearts pounding.
Then, they saw Wu Tao condense his sword energy into countless sword threads, which then formed a sword curtain, entangling and trapping the ten grandmaster-level demonic elders.
On the other hand, Du Kong's palm force was like a descending mountain, battering the ten grandmaster-level demonic elders into a state of utter disarray.
These devoted practitioners of martial arts, Taoists and monks alike, were utterly captivated, as if witnessing their most cherished aspirations.
At this moment, they finally understood what true martial arts were. Their own meager skills were utterly insignificant. Facing a Grandmaster-level expert like their grandmasters, they wouldn't be able to withstand even a single move.
Thinking this, they couldn't help but mock themselves. Their former ambitions of achieving fame and carving out their own territory, their high self-regard, all vanished into thin air.
One Taoist and one monk, ten demonic leaders, weaved back and forth. Sword light, saber energy, fists, and palm imprints flew wildly, stirring up dust. Within several dozen feet, no one could approach.
After nearly a hundred moves, Wu Tao's mind became completely clear. With effortless swings, the profound principles of the Heavenly Calculation Sword Technique, a path that connected to the heavens, were displayed through his hands.
The most profound aspect of the Heavenly Calculation Sword Technique was that its power increased with the duration of the combat.
With each sword strike, myriad changes manifested, countering the opponent's moves. It was like a lamb's horn, or a black and white Go board, cutting through everything, a truly lethal sword technique.
Although this sword technique was exceptionally brilliant, few could truly master it. Reaching Wu Tao's level was even rarer.
The reason was that while the sword technique was easy to learn, mastering it was exceedingly difficult. Only those with exceptional talent and quick wit could comprehend it.
Other sword techniques had set forms and movements. Even those with dull minds and poor talent could achieve proficiency through ten or eight years of diligent practice.
However, to practice the Heavenly Calculation Sword Technique, one had to integrate all its secrets, achieving a state of complete understanding and spiritual awareness, to consistently anticipate and control opponents as if they were mere puppets.
Wu Tao's left and right sword strikes, though following a pattern, were so rapid in their succession that the ten grandmaster-level demonic elders were driven to despair, daring not to relax for a moment.
For any slight relaxation would result in them becoming souls beneath his sword.
If this were not a battle for their lives, these ten grandmaster-level demonic elders would have long since thrown down their weapons and surrendered. But with their backs against the wall, they could only endure.
Suddenly, several "bang! bang! bang!" sounds rang out. Wu Tao had seized the flaws of three of them and killed them with a single sword strike.
The disciples nearby cheered loudly.
In this instant, three renowned grandmaster-level demonic elders met their demise, their bodies turning into three cold corpses.
A chilling cold permeated everyone.
All the members of the Heavenly Demon God Sect instantly turned pale, their courage drained.
The might of this god of slaughter was unstoppable…
Wu Tao's gaunt, aged body seemed to swell limitlessly in the eyes and hearts of the onlookers.
In this moment, he appeared as a black and white impermanence figure from the underworld, forever etched into the deepest recesses of everyone's hearts.
Youming Kuang, besides his exceptional martial arts talent, was also extremely ruthless. Having just finished his recovery, he knew he had lost this battle. He ordered the members of the Heavenly Demon God Sect to flee quickly.
After shouting, Youming Kuang leaped into the rear of the crowd, soaring into the air.
His speed was unparalleled, covering several yards almost the instant he fled.
In the battlefield, as silent as death, amidst the crowd frozen like statues, Youming Kuang's action served as a signal. The thousands of Heavenly Demon God Sect members immediately panicked.
"Run…"
It was unclear who shouted first, but in the blink of an eye, these thousands of members turned and fled towards the foot of the mountain like a pack of stray dogs.
They no longer cared about the enemies almost within reach. Each of them turned and fled into the distance at several times the speed they had ascended.
Some experts at the Xiantian and Grandmaster levels, seeing the path ahead blocked by their own people, actually raised their weapons and ruthlessly struck down their companions.
For a time, the sound of miserable wails was incessant.
These thousands of Heavenly Demon God Sect members, in their desperate bid for survival, displayed their most ignoble behaviors. In mere moments, their hands were stained with the blood of their own kin.
"Disciples of Qingyun Temple, don't let them escape! Kill them! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Xingyun's eyes flashed with excitement as he spoke.
Liao Yi, after silently reciting Amitabha, also issued his command.
"Disciples of Shaolin Temple, today is the day of Vajra Subduing Demons! Do not let them escape! Pursue them! Pursue!!!"
Xingyun and Liao Yi had naturally noticed this scene, which was why they ordered their disciples to pursue the fleeing enemy.
Some Heavenly Demon God Sect members at the rear glanced back, and upon seeing the glinting blades, they ran even faster.
Some even tripped their companions to slow them down, while many others wished their parents had given them two more legs.
Youming Kuang led the charge, leaping forward at a speed of at least 300 li per hour.
As soon as the great enemy disappeared, the atmosphere here fell into an awkward silence.
Previously, with a common enemy, Qingyun Temple and Shaolin Temple could unite and set aside their grudges, pooling their strength…
But now? Heh heh?
Wu Tao looked at Liao Yi with lingering hatred. Although Youming Kuang's diversion had somewhat lessened the killing intent in Wu Tao's heart.
However, when he saw the culprit responsible for crippling his beloved disciple, how could he suppress the anger in his heart?
The monks of Shaolin Temple stepped forward to pay their respects and express their endless gratitude. Wu Tao, however, turned his head away, completely ignoring them.
Only when Du Kong approached did Wu Tao's expression soften slightly.
He casually exchanged a few perfunctory words with Du Kong before going to his disciple Xing Jun's side. Seeing him still in his weakened state, Wu Tao frowned slightly…
He then carefully examined his disciple's pulse. After a long while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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