Chapter 54: Protector of the Profound Heaven Sect

"Qin Feng!" At the sight, Luo Ningshang's eyes split with fury. Her icy-blue robe suddenly billowed as she pushed her Sacred Glacier physique to its absolute limit, instantly condensing the surrounding water vapor into a three-foot-thick wall of ice.

"Glacial Seal for a Thousand Miles!"

The ice wall was as translucent as glazed glass, yet possessed astonishing defensive power, planting itself firmly in front of Qin Feng.

The Blood Prison Sword Demon's claws slammed against the ice wall, producing a harsh cracking sound. Although the wall became laced with fractures, it still held firm.

"A little girl with some tricks, but still utterly insignificant!"

The Blood Prison Sword Demon sneered hideously, the demonic energy surging at his fingertips as he forcefully gouged five deep grooves into the ice wall. Black venom spread along the cracks, instantly melting the solid ice into black water wherever it touched.

Reeling from the shockwaves, Luo Ningshang stumbled back, blood spilling from the corner of her lips, yet she refused to give up.

Her Junior Brother was still behind her; she could not fall. If she did, Qin Feng would surely die without a doubt!

Forming hand seals, she commanded the water vapor summoned by her Sacred Glacier physique to condense countless ice spikes around the Blood Prison Sword Demon. "Glacier Shatters the Mountains!"

Myriad ice spikes rained down upon the Blood Prison Sword Demon like a storm of arrows with a sharp shriek that tore through the air. Yet, they were completely blocked by the demonic energy surrounding him, melting instantly into mere vapor.

The Blood Prison Sword Demon counterattacked with a backhanded slap toward Luo Ningshang. The demonic wind accompanying his palm instantly tore through her defenses, sending her crashing violently against a grand hall pillar.

The protective barrier of the Profound Tortoise Prison-Suppressing Armor shattered upon impact, and the blood spilling from her lips dyed her icy-blue robe crimson.

"Senior Sister!" With his eyes splitting in anguish, Qin Feng forced himself up despite the excruciating pain, thrusting his sword forward. The Qi-Breaking Sword, wreathed in purple-gold sword aura, pierced directly toward the back of the Blood Prison Sword Demon's heart. "Vile fiend, do not be so arrogant!"

Watching his Senior Sister get injured to protect him felt as though thousands of steel needles were piercing Qin Feng's heart. Humiliation and rage nearly consumed him entirely.

Even if it cost him his life, he would make this fiend pay the price!

As if eyes grew on the back of his head, the Blood Prison Sword Demon caught the blade with a backhanded claw. With a crisp snap, the Qi-Breaking Sword was snapped clean in two.

With a casual sweep of his sharp claw, he sent Qin Feng flying backward to crash beside Luo Ningshang. The two of them leaned against each other, covered in blood, utterly devoid of the strength to resist any further.

Approaching with a malicious grin, the Blood Prison Sword Demon cast his bluish demonic fire across his twisted face. "You two brats actually have some spine, but ultimately, you are nothing more than ants."

He raised his sharp claw, radiating an aura capable of tearing souls apart, and lunged straight for Qin Feng's head.

"Stop right there!"

At that very moment of imminent peril, a streak of silvery-white sword light suddenly tore through the dome of the grand hall, plummeting directly toward the Blood Prison Sword Demon with a world-destroying might!

Wherever the sword light passed, demonic energy scattered, and the air was torn apart, leaving a vacuum in its wake.

"Who?!" The Blood Prison Sword Demon's pupils contracted sharply as he sensed a fatal threat, hastily spinning around to parry.

This sword intent... it made him tremble down to his very bone marrow. Just who was it? Who possessed such terrifying power?!

With a deafening clang, the Blood Prison Sword Demon was forced back step by step, his arm numb with shock as he stared incredulously at the newcomer.

A figure in a silver robe stood poised upon a flying sword, their surrounding sword aura condensed into physical substance. It was none other than the Law Protector of the Profound Heaven Sect, the Skysoaring Sword Lord.

He wielded an archaic longsword, its blade shimmering with faint starlight.

The pressure of the Ninth Realm of Mahayana rolled outward like a tsunami, causing the entire grand hall to tremble.

"Law Protector of the Profound Heaven Sect, the Skysoaring Sword Lord." The silver-robed figure spoke in a calm voice, yet carried unquestionable majesty.

The Blood Prison Sword Demon's pupils shrank to pinpricks as he stared fixedly at the figure opposite him as if he had seen a ghost. The surging demonic energy around him trembled violently in the wake of this sudden, shocking turn of events.

The Ninth Realm of Mahayana?! How could such an entity possibly appear here? For the Profound Heaven Sect to dispatch a top-tier combat powerhouse of this caliber—could it truly be for these two brats?

"The Ninth Realm of Mahayana?!" he gasped involuntarily, his voice filled with absolute, incredulous terror.

"How can this be?! You... you are from the Profound Heaven Sect?!"

A chill surged straight from the soles of his feet to his crown, leaving the Blood Prison Sword Demon's back drenched in cold sweat.

He had considered himself invincible in this region with his cultivation at the Third Realm of Mahayana. Yet, facing the pressure of the Ninth Realm of Mahayana, he could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance, as if the other party could crush him into fine dust with a single thought.

It was over... He had kicked an iron plate this time—no, he had kicked a pillar holding up the heavens!

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected the Profound Heaven Sect to dispatch such a formidable expert to guard these two brats, and to arrive so silently and catching him so completely off guard!

The surrounding onlookers of cultivators had long since sucked in cold breaths of shock, the sound echoing continuously through the valley.

"The Ninth Realm of Mahayana! Good heavens, the Profound Heaven Sect actually has such a figure!"

"The Blood Prison Sword Demon is at the Third Realm of Mahayana, already an overlord who could walk sideways, yet in front of this person, he couldn't even muster the will to resist? The gap is entirely too terrifying!" A middle-aged cultivator in green robes unconsciously dropped his jaw, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief while his hands trembled incessantly.

"The Profound Heaven Sect truly has a profound heritage and hidden dragons! Striking right out of the gate with an expert of the Ninth Realm of Mahayana—such strength is likely ranked near the very top of the entire cultivation world." A white-haired elder stroked his beard nearby, his tone laced with deep reverence.

"Mere ants, yet you dare to act so presumptuously before this deity!"

Before the Skysoaring Sword Lord's voice even faded, the sword aura around him surged violently. That archaic longsword let out a deafening hum, resembling an ancient behemoth awakening from slumber.

With his silver robes fluttering wildly, he did not even move an inch; mere imposing aura alone caused the flagstones of the grand hall to crack layer by layer. The surrounding onlookers were shoved back several paces by an invisible wall of air, every single one of them turning pale and clutching their chests.

Stung by the word "ants," the Blood Prison Sword Demon felt his vision split with rage as malevolence and humiliation violently collided within him.

"So what if you are from the Profound Heaven Sect! Today, I will let you witness the true might of a demonic cultivator!"

Even with the vast disparity in power, he refused to die such a humiliating death! Draining the very last ounce of his strength, he would show this Profound Heaven Sect Law Protector that he, the Blood Prison Sword Demon, was no pushover to be kneaded at will!

He abruptly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital essence onto his demonic sword. Instantly, myriad resentful souls materialized on the pitch-black blade, and their shrill shrieks nearly pierced everyone's eardrums. "Blood Prison Swallows the Heavens!"

The towering demonic energy transformed into a colossal maw that blotted out the sun, lunging forward with a ferocious aura capable of devouring everything in its path. Wherever it swept, beams and pillars were instantly corroded into fine powder.

Terrified out of their wits, the spectator cultivators scrambled frantically toward the exit of the hall, desperate to avoid the fallout of this terrifying demonic art.

Yet, the Skysoaring Sword Lord merely lifted his eyelids slightly and casually slashed with his longsword.