This group of warriors riding flying swords numbered around twenty, appearing to be only in their twenties or thirties, yet their cultivation was all at the Lower Void-Breaking Realm!
He knew the Upper Realm had stronger heavenly and earthly attributes and laws, but for disciples of a Profound-rank sect to casually appear with so many Martial Emperor-level cultivators was just too casual!
According to Black and White Rakshasa’s introduction, Jun Changxiao not only knew the Upper Realm had sect powers, but also four hierarchical levels: Profound, True, Dao, and Immortal.
These people mentioned the Sword Control Profound Sect. With ‘Profound’ in its name, it clearly belonged to the lowest tier.
Even so, it could completely dominate the entire mortal universe, since disciples who casually flew over already possessed Lower Void-Breaking Realm strength.
Jun Changxiao, who strutted arrogantly through the Lower Realm, chickened out. It wasn’t that he feared this group of mediocre strength—mainly, he only had three months left and absolutely had to avoid trouble and handle serious business.
“The host has changed.”
The System said: “To put it unflatteringly, you’re seeing the bigger picture. To put it nicely, you’ve grown a brain.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao roared: “Then don’t say the nice version—say more of the unflattering one!”
“Lost?”
The leading Sword Control Profound Sect disciple said coldly: “This snowy region has layers upon layers of formations. You think it’s your own back garden that you could stumble in all confused?”
The Upper Realm’s major sects were like individual nations—not only having their own mountain peaks but also their own territories. Trespassing into special places without permission could become quite problematic.
Jun Changxiao felt very depressed.
He really didn’t want to appear here.
But the problem was he’d been transported by the Heaven-Seizing Creation Grand Formation, with absolutely no right to choose his location independently!
“Hehe.”
Jun Changxiao played dumb and laughed: “Very sorry for the disturbance, I’ll leave now!”
“Swoosh!”
He jumped up vertically, then… fell back down.
“Swoosh!”
Jumped again, fell down again.
“Sorry.”
Jun Changxiao scratched his head awkwardly and said: “Just arrived, a bit nervous. Let me try a few more times.”
“…”
The Sword Control Profound Sect disciples looked at him like they were looking at an idiot.
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao hopped around like a grasshopper several more times, but the result was always landing steadily on the ground. So he roared internally: “Why can’t I fly anymore!”
The System said: “The Heavenly Dao’s binding force here is a thousand times stronger than the Lower Realm. With the host’s current cultivation, free flight is completely impossible.”
Every mortal plane had its own system. After reaching a certain realm, one could transcend constraints. But in higher-tier planes, the binding force was definitely stronger—unless one borrowed flight treasures, like the flying swords these Sword Control Profound Sect disciples were stepping on.
“…”
Jun Changxiao despaired: “So you’re saying, not only am I in trouble now, I also can’t use flight to escape—like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?”
“They can’t beat the host.” The System said.
Jun Changxiao naturally knew this issue, but he’d just illegally ascended, and they came riding flying swords. Who knows if there were even stronger ones—if he fought one batch and another came, could he still handle serious business?
The System said: “The host can’t fly through heaven and earth right now, so you can only go fight them head-on!”
“Crack crack crack!”
Just then, light flashed behind Jun Changxiao as steel wings gathered and emerged, then with a “whoosh” he flew toward the firmament.
“Hahaha!”
“This thing works!”
“…”
The System remained silent, because it got slapped in the face again!
Seeing Jun Changxiao suddenly fly away before their eyes using mechanical armed wings, the Sword Control Profound Sect disciples’ expressions froze. The leader recovered first and angrily said: “Don’t let him escape—chase!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, twenty flying swords dragging streams of light sliced through the snowy sky, constructing a gorgeously magnificent scene!
It must be said the Upper Realm’s spatial barriers were truly stable. If this were in a Lower Realm plane, just dozens of Lower Void-Breaking Realm cultivators going all out, the momentum formed could twist space itself. Here there wasn’t the slightest ripple!
“Whoosh—”
Jun Changxiao fled at extreme speed with the mechanical armed wings’ enhancement, but clearly noticed his speed wasn’t very fast—not in the same class as their flying swords.
“Little thief, don’t flee!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, the Sword Control Profound Sect disciples pursuing relentlessly from behind all raised two fingers, condensing sword energy finger lights that bombarded toward him.
Though Jun Changxiao easily dodged, his speed decreased from dodging left and right, and the distance between them was immediately shortened considerably.
If his mechanical armed wings and the Sword Control Profound Sect disciples’ flying swords were compared to horses, one was ordinary-grade, one was thousand-mile-grade—no comparison at all.
Hello everyone, I’m Jun Changxiao, a Middle Void-Breaking Realm cultivator currently being chased by twenty Lower Void-Breaking Realm cultivators. My heart is panicking like crazy because their horses run faster than my horse!
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Sword-sharp finger lights exploded toward him.
Jun Changxiao responded easily, but the distance kept closing infinitely—catching up was just a matter of minutes.
Damn it!
This lord isn’t running anymore!
“Stomp!”
After fleeing about a hundred miles, Jun Changxiao landed on a stretch of open snowy ground.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
In an instant, the twenty Sword Control Profound Sect disciples flew over. They quickly dispersed and formed an encirclement.
“Clang!”
The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade appeared out of thin air, slamming heavily into the ground and sweeping away layers of thick snow.
“You all.”
Jun Changxiao’s gaze turned cold: “Are bullying people too excessively!”
This kind of line was usually exclusively for Lower Realm enemies. Hearing Dog Leftover say it today—why did it sound so satisfying?
“Boy!”
The leader said coldly: “It seems you must be a spy sent by the Blade Wielding Profound Sect!”
“…”
Jun Changxiao, being a seasoned old hand, immediately realized that his deduction must stem from the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade he’d summoned.
“I don’t want to explain. Either you let me leave, or you become souls under my blade!” His gaze gradually turned cold, killing intent gathering in his words.
Annoyed.
Angry!
You really think this lord is an easy target?
The Sword Control Profound Sect disciples clearly didn’t understand Jun Changxiao’s personality. They sneered: “Since you came, don’t expect to leave!”
“Swoosh—”
As the words fell, a green blade light directly pressed over. Startled, he hastily drove his flying sword to retreat, but it was already too late. He could only summon his sword and choose to block.
“Ding!”
“Crack!”
The green blade light gradually dissipated, thick snow on the ground splashing up in large amounts.
That Sword Control Profound Sect disciple stumbled and fell to the ground. The sharp sword in his hand had already been severed in two. He was instantly stunned.
The sword weapon personally strengthened and enhanced by the Sword Forging Hall elder of the sect was easily cut apart. Was this guy’s strength really that strong? Or… was the quality of his blade weapon high?
“Ninth Senior Brother!”
Companions all cried out in alarm.
“Attack! Attack! Attack!” That person roared angrily.
Regardless of whether the opponent’s strength was formidable or his weapon was superior, both represented he was no pushover, so there was no need for courtesy—just gang up directly.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
The nineteen Sword Control Profound Sect disciples received orders and drove their flying swords, either gathering powerful finger lights or summoning weapons to press toward Jun Changxiao.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao swung the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade to battle them, his cultivation also fully erupting.
“Not good!”
“He’s Middle Void-Breaking Realm!”
The Sword Control Profound Sect disciples pressing forward finally glimpsed Jun Changxiao’s true strength, but it was already too late. Gorgeously magnificent blade lights filled the snowy sky, instantly weaving a uniquely beautiful picture!
“Ding!”
“Bang!”
“Slash!”
“Thud!”
Several minutes later, one Sword Control Profound Sect disciple was directly struck down after his weapon was shattered, a prominent blade scar appearing on his chest with blood spurting out. As for the other eighteen companions, they’d long been knocked down and injured, struggling painfully.
“Whoosh!”
Standing horizontally with his blade among the crowd, Jun Changxiao struck a pose while lighting the cigar in his mouth, then took a puff and blew out a smoke ring before saying coolly: “The tiger shows its might—you think I’m a sick cat?”
“Stop posing.”
The System said: “Hurry up and run while you can!”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, collecting all the flying swords scattered on the ground into his spatial ring.
Since these things could let Lower Void-Breaking Realm cultivators fly easily, they must be decent treasures. He could keep them for himself or give them to disciples who ascended later.
“Dog Leftover loves money—if he doesn’t have it, he robs it!” The System complained.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao took out a flying sword, forcibly erased the soul imprint inside, then gracefully stepped onto it and said dashingly: “Off we go!”
“Whoosh!”
The flying sword sliced through the firmament.
However, when the camera panned back, it discovered the sword flew away while Jun Changxiao remained behind—moreover in an upside-down position embedded in the snowy ground, clearly unfamiliar with first-time sword flight, directly causing the entire segment to collapse.
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