A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Boom!

Li Guanqi’s chest heaved slightly as he let out a sudden roar, saying, “Sect Master of the Immortal Crane Alliance, come out and meet your death!”

His chilling voice, devoid of all pretense, echoed endlessly through the mountain peaks. The Immortal Crane Alliance’s elders and disciples were utterly shaken.

Someone had dared to invade the Immortal Crane Alliance and speak with brazen arrogance. A dozen powerful auras exploded outward as figures in white robes embroidered with crane patterns flew into the air.

Li Guanqi’s face betrayed nothing. He stood as calm as still water.

The white-robed disciples glared at him with furious shouts, flying toward him.

“Hmph! Who are you! Such arrogance!”

“How dare you run wild in our Immortal Crane Alliance!”

“Hmph! Seize him!”

Li Guanqi’s eyes swept over the crowd with cold indifference. Around him, no fewer than a hundred cultivators had taken to the skies and encircled him.

He snorted once, and an overwhelming aura burst from him. Under that pressure, every cultivator below the Nascent Soul Realm fell from the sky in an instant.

Those without a nascent soul could not fly in the face of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator’s might.

Cultivators rained down, like dumplings thrown into boiling water. Even the dozen or so Nascent Soul Realm elders above paled. That crushing force bore down on them like a mountain, leaving them gasping for air.

Some of the early Nascent Soul Realm elders broke into a cold sweat, and their faces drained of color.

Li Guanqi’s gaze swept over them again, still indifferent. With a flash of light in his hand, he tossed a headless corpse down from the air.

The sight froze the disciples of the Immortal Crane Alliance to their core. The robes and aura were unmistakable—it was their Third Elder, Lin Jian.

A late Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse had been tossed aside like garbage.

Thump!

The corpse crashed onto the blue brick ground. The dull thud rang in their ears like deafening thunder. Many of the elders gripped their swords until their palms grew slick with sweat.

Lin Jian’s strength ranked among the top three of the alliance, including the leader. Yet in two days, he had not only been killed but sent back to them as a message.

In that instant, numerous disciples realized who Li Guanqi was. In recent times, nothing had stirred up the Daxia Territory more than the bounty placed on his head. The enormous reward had driven countless cultivators mad. Supposedly, a lot of ancient monsters had emerged from seclusion, all in pursuit of Li Guanqi’s head.

Behind Li Guanqi, countless chains of lightning snapped into existence. At the end of each chain hung a shattered, broken corpse.

The disciples of the Immortal Crane Alliance gasped, and their pupils contracted sharply. Even the Nascent Soul Realm elders around him trembled with horror.

The younger disciples might not have grasped the meaning of those corpses, but the elders did. Each corpse still gave off traces of powerful fluctuations.

A hunchbacked elder croaked in disbelief, “All these corpses... they were all Nascent Soul Realm cultivators?!”

A white-haired elder narrowed his eyes, staring at Li Guanqi. His voice was low and heavy. “How many has he killed? And why was Lin Jian killed?”

The elder’s face twisted as realization dawned. A chilling thought crossed his mind. “Could it be—”

Buzz!

The void itself twisted.

A cold, mocking voice rang out from the rift. “Heh. A brat comes looking for death? Very well. This old man will oblige.”

A white-haired elder stepped from the spatial crack. Energy rolled around him like a tidal wave, and a terrifying aura burst forth, shattering Li Guanqi’s oppressive might.

Li Guanqi’s eyes narrowed. So, he was indeed a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.

Boom!

The old man wore white robes embroidered with a black-and-white crane, its scarlet eyes glowing faintly. The moment he appeared, his gaze went straight to Li Guanqi. Greed flickered in his eyes, and he didn’t even glance at the corpse on the ground.

Li Guanqi had learned the man’s name from the Intelligence Pavilion. He was Wei Xian, 893 years old, at the early Divine Transformation Realm. It had been Wei Xian, lured by the Mo Family’s reward, who had secretly sent Lin Jian to hunt him.

Li Guanqi spoke no more. He contracted the blazing fire barrier, making it span only five hundred zhang. The Sword Prison’s lightning pool shifted with it, sealing everything inside into a domain of lightning and flame.

Wei Xian’s expression sobered as he looked at the void. Even after breaking through to the Divine Transformation Realm, his domain power fell short compared to Li Guanqi’s.

He snorted and slowly raised a hand. A green ancient longsword flew up from the mountain peak into his grasp.

The three-chi blade sang with a crisp note, gleaming faintly as he leveled it at Li Guanqi. “Kill him!”

At his command, over a dozen Nascent Soul Realm elders hesitated for an instant, then launched their assault

Li Guanqi’s face didn’t change. He had expected it. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Sword Prison’s lightning pool went wild.

Countless bolts of lightning transformed into thousands of purple swords, blanketing the sky in every direction.

Wei Xian’s eyes widened. The scale of Li Guanqi’s divine consciousness shook even him, a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Li Guanqi’s lips parted, and he coldly said, “Lunar Flying Swords!”

Boom!

Thunder rolled and flames burst across every lightning blade. With the Lightning Dragon Flame supporting them, their power swelled beyond measure.

In a flash, the Sword Prison was engulfed in a lightning pool of blades. The dozen Nascent Soul Realm elders vanished in an instant, screaming as the heavenly fire and lightning bolts tore them apart.

Li Guanqi tore off his white robes, revealing a body mapped with countless scars. His vital force raged wildly, and his blood surged as if dragons and elephants roared within his veins.

Wei Xian’s expression turned grim.

Step by step, Li Guanqi advanced. With every step, charred corpses fell from the sky.

His face was calm, but his eyes were cold.

Looking at the distant elder, he murmured, “You should never have provoked me.”

Boom!