<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5268</h2>


    In the afternoon of Sword Saint City, sunlight filtered through theyered, sword-shaped windowttices, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone pavement.


    David and Hu Mazi sat in their room, a map of the ck Wind Mountains spread out on the table. Scattered beside them were a few yellowed pieces of talisman paper. They were pathfinder talismans Hu Mazi had just drawn, their patterns still lingering with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy.


    “David, the evil spirits of the ck Wind Mountains are very strong. My ‘Evil-Clearing Talisman’ can only protect us for three miles at most.”Hu


    Mazi tapped the talisman paper with his fingertips, his rough fingertips brushing against the edge of the pattern.


    The two were discussing their search for the Evil Dao Hall branch when suddenly, outside, there was a crisp sound of shattering metal, followed by the exmations of the monks from the market town.


    Hu Mazi abruptly stood up and shoved the talisman paper into his arms. “Damn it! Is there going to be another scene?”


    David had already rushed outside the room when he saw five silver-armored figures approaching on flying swords. The leader’s golden robe was embroidered with ferocious animal patterns, and the sword-shaped mark between his brows shone brightly in the sunlight. It was the Sixth Pce Master of the Temple.


    Behind him, four guards each wielded a long spear, the tips of which radiated golden spiritual energy. They were clearly the Temple’s elite “Golden Armor Guards.”


    “David! I’ve finally found you!”


    The Sixth Pce Master’s voice boomed like thunder, its spiritual energy carrying a wave of sound as it crashed against the inn’s memorial archway.


    With a crack, the bluestone archway shattered.


    The nearby cultivators dodged in fear, but no one dared to intervene.


    “Who are you?” David asked the Sixth Pce Master coldly.


    “Temple, Sixth Pce Master…”


    As he finished speaking, the nearby cultivators retreated even further.


    Everyone knows that this temple is a major force among the gods, and these gods are arrogant and will fight at the slightest disagreement.


    “It’s the temple’s bast***s!”


    Hu Mazi roared, and with a wave of his hand, three yellow talismans instantly transformed into three fire crows, pping their wings and charging towards the Sixth Pce Master. “David, I’ll meet him!”


    “Master Hu, stop it! Your strength…” David had barely finished his words when Hu Mazi struck.


    The Sixth Pce Master sneered, his right hand forming a w. Five golden ws shot out from the air, tearing the fire crows into a zing firestorm as they approached.


    “A casual cultivator who ys with talismans, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of this Pce Master?”


    The Sixth Pce Master shed and appeared above the stone pavilion like a ghost. His God-Locking ws, with a sharp, air-tearing whistle, struck directly at David’s crown.


    The ws were tinged with a hint of blood, their power terrifying.


    David dared not dy, executing his Fire Control Step to its fullest, his figure drifting backward like willow catkins in the wind, while simultaneously summoning the Dragon ying Sword in his right hand.


    “Swish!”


    The moment the sword light and w shadow collided, a sharp hissing sound was heard.


    David felt a chilling force spread through his fingertips, his arm instantly paralyzed, and he was thrown backwards, mming into the pir of the stone pavilion before he could steady himself. A fishy and sweet taste ran through his throat, and he forced himself to swallow the blood that rushed to his lips.


    “Seventh level of the Loose Immortal Realm? You’ve improved a bitpared to before, but unfortunately, you’re still an ant.”


    The Sixth Pce Master grinned, and with a wave of his left hand, four golden-armored guards immediately formed a battle formation. As their long halberds crossed, the golden halberd shadows wove a vast, trapping David and Hu Mazi in the center.


    These guards were all fifth level in the Earthly Immortal Realm. With the blessing of the battle formation, their auras had reached the sixth level of the Earthly Immortal Realm. The sacred power contained in the halberd shadows had a natural restraining effect on Hu Mazi’s talismans.


    It must be said that the strength of the temple’s branches increases with their level.


    The four golden-armored guards were all fifth-grade Earthly Immortals. This Sixth Pce was likely a formidable force within the Sixth Heaven.


    “Let’s go…” David knew that he and Hu Mazi were no match for the Sixth Pce Master, so he tried to pull Hu Mazi along and escape.


    The Sixth Pce Master’s ws were already in pursuit, their blood-red talons piercing their backs.