<h4>Chapter 1454: Chapter 1447: Time Cuts Like a de</h4>


    In the main hall of the Lu Family, watching the battle in the sky between Old Master Lu and the three of monk, daoist, and nun, no one dared to breathe heavily at this moment. Everyone held their breath, looking up at the battle with undisguisable tension in their eyes, yet helpless. Such a level ofbat was no longer something they could intervene in casually. If they interfered, they might be sted to death by the spreading True Qi before they even got close. The phrase ’a higher cultivation is a higher heavenly realm’ is not just a joke.


    Old Master Lu, enveloped by the formation formed by the monk, daoist, and nun, showed no sign of panic on his face. The sword in his hand struck one blow after another,yer uponyer, like a wave, fiercely attacking all around with thunderous force.


    At this moment, Old Master Lu’s strength was fully disyed, as the terrifying power filled the air and shattered the forces of the monk, daoist, and nun. The sword in his hand was ever-changing, at times as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as light and agile as the wind, like mes in a tide or as cold as an icy prison. Each strike demonstrated the essence of his swordsmanship to its fullest.


    Facing the ever-changing sword intent of Old Master of Lu Family, the faces of the monk, daoist, and nun were also extremely grave, not daring to rx in the least. They desperately surged their True Qi, pressing towards Old Master Lu, determined to suppress him in the shortest possible time. Once Old Master Lu was dead, the rest of the Lu Family would not even be worth mentioning.


    "Lu Tiankuang, stop your futile resistance. Since we three lost to you twenty years ago, we have always considered it a disgrace. We have painstakingly practiced and finally mastered the Sealing Demon Three Talents Formation. With the forces of us three suppressing the enemy, now that you’ve fallen into our Sealing Demon Three Talents Formation, do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables? Today, your only oue is death."


    Mu Daoist looked at Old Master Lu, his voice filled with arrogance. Twenty years ago, the three of them suffered a crushing defeat at Old Master Lu’s hands. If it hadn’t been for Ji Xingyun pleading for them, they would have long perished under Old Master Lu’s hand. This defeat over two decades ago had always been viewed as a lifelong disgrace, and their desire for revenge never ceased.


    To deal with Old Master Lu, the three of them diligently studied and finally devised a joint attack formation, linking their strengths together in a trinity to form the Sealing Demon Three Talents Formation. So long as the formation wasn’t broken, they were as one person, sharing their True Qi. Attacking any one of them was equivalent to attacking all three at once. Even the strongest power would be weakened when split into three. Old Master Lu attacking one of them was akin to dividing his power into three; hoping to harm them was almost a dream, unless he could injure all three simultaneously in one strike.


    Although he spoke the words, Mu Daoist’s actions showed no satisfaction. With a flick of the dust whisk in his hand, a gust of gale swept up, seemingly stirring the air into invisible des, shing towards Old Master Lu.


    "Hmph, you’re doomed to die. Just you three defeated opponents dare to kill me, wishful thinking."


    Old Master Lu sneered, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and sword light overflowed in all directions. A single sh seemed to tear even heaven and earth apart, instantly clearing the invisible despletely. At the same time, a brilliant sword light surged up, as if forming a gxy in the sky, shing towards Mu Daoist with lightning speed.


    "Entwining Silk."


    Mu Daoist’s expression didn’t change, roaring out, and the dust whisk in his hand seemed toe alive. Those strands of silkprising the dust whisk sprang forth madly, like human hair twirling and intertwining in the air, directly tangling towards that sword light.


    "Mu Daoist, after more than twenty years, you’re still using this move. Do you think this move works on me?"


    Seeing this scene, a trace of mockery shed across Old Master Lu’s face. With a shake of his arm, the whole swath of sword light spun fiercely, like a turbine de, directly drawing all the silk into it.


    "Rip!" "Rip!" "Rip!"


    Only the sound of tearing was heard as the dust whisk in Mu Daoist’s hand was ground to pieces. The silken threads on the dust whisk shattered into fragments and were pulverized by the sword light. By the time Mu Daoist retrieved the dust whisk, only a bare handle was left in his hand, and the threads had long vanished without a trace.


    "Lu Tiankuang, damn you! How dare you ruin my dust whisk! I’ll never forgive you! I will kill you! I will tear you to pieces!"


    Looking at the bare dust whisk, Mu Daoist was nearly exasperated, failing to suppress the rage surging directly to his head.


    For a Martial Artist, having a divine weapon, having a weapon that suits their heart, is undoubtedly a dreame true.


    Mu Daoist’s dust whisk was made of Xuanbing Silk obtained in a chance encounter after traveling the world for many years. Xuanbing Silk is extremely tough, impervious to water and fire, unbreakable by des, and extremely sharp. One strand of Xuanbing Silk, if you have enough force, couldpletely cut through steel. Furthermore, the Xuanbing Silkworm is extraordinarily rare, not to mention the silk it spins.


    Mu Daoist spent decades to obtain just a little Xuanbing Silk and crafted it into his dust whisk, whichplemented his cultivation technique perfectly. It was like adding wings to a tiger. Now, it was entirely severed by Old Master Lu in one sh. Without the dust whisk, his strength decreased by more than ten percent. Don’t underestimate this ten percent inbat; it’s enough to make you invincible in a life-and-death battle, even enabling you to counter-kill your opponent.


    Now that the weapon is destroyed, the strength is reduced by a whole ten percent. How could Mu Daoist not be furious? This practically ignites murderous intent.


    "Lu Tiankuang, I will kill you, I want you to die without a burial! Blood Monk, Jing Chen, stop wasting time. Let’s hurry and join forces to suppress him, lest more trouble arises."


    Mu Daoist roared repeatedly, the True Qi within him surged like a tide, vast and mighty, like a roaring river, pressing towards Old Sir Lu with unstoppable power.


    This time, Mu Daoist did not hold back at all, nor did he reserve any strength to defend against Old Sir Lu’s sudden attack. He directly unleashed all his True Qi, aiming topletely kill Old Sir Lu.


    "Brother Mu, I understand, Big Snake Emerges from the Water, suppress the sky."


    The elderly nun named Jing Chen, with her white hair and youthful face, immediately let out a sharp sound upon hearing Mu Daoist’s words. With a sinister expression, she red at Old Sir Lu, unable to conceal the murderous intent in her eyes. The True Qi within her wildly surged up, permeating the sky, and the sword in her hand was as sharp as a rainbow piercing the sun, sting towards Old Sir Lu.


    "Buddha said: Lay down the butcher’s knife, be a Buddha instantly."


    The Blood Monk among the three, monk, daoist, and nun, also did not hold back at all. He directly discarded the nearly deformed Zen staff in his hand, stood with his palms together in the void. His monk robes fluttered with no wind, apanying his actions, a Buddha statue slowly appeared behind him. However, it did not have the solemn and sacred feeling of other Buddha statues, instead, it gave off an extremely evil aura, and as the words y down the butcher’s knife, be a Buddha instantly’ sounded, the statue abruptly opened its eyes. The pupils seemed blood-red, and a precept knife appeared in its hand, shing towards Old Sir Lu.


    The sh brought stormy power, slicing through the air directly, forming a vacuum zone.


    "Like a knife, the years slice through heaven and earth."


    Facing the joint attack of monk, daoist, and nun, Old Sir Lu’s face also became grave. Without any hesitation, the battle knife in his hand suddenly positioned horizontally in front of him, fiercely shing out.


    "Swish!"


    The intent of the knife burst forth from him, in everyone’s eyes, it seemed like the battle knife in Old Sir Lu’s hand suddenly erupted with a bright light, flickering intensely. The entire world seemed to turn into darkness, and this ray of de light was the only point of brightness in the dark world, cleaving through, tearing the sky, grand and overwhelming.


    The knife intent soaring to the sky, the de light invincible, this sh seemed to tear through heaven and earth, carrying the power to sever rivers, spreading mighty in the air.


    The joint attack of monk, daoist, and nun upon hitting the de light instantly seemed like icended on the sun, without stirring a single ripple, directly vanished without a trace, unable to shake the de light in the slightest.


    "Not good, Lu Tiankuang’s strength is too strong, we are no match, retreat, retreat...."


    Seeing this scene, Mu Daoist’s face abruptly turned extremely ugly, roaring repeatedly, his body explosively retreated backward. Unfortunately, before he retreated even a meter, a de light had already swept across, not even a scream was uttered, Mu Daoist’s whole person seemed to melt away like snow, directly wiped out by this de light from the world.


    "Brother Mu, Lu Tiankuang, you dare to kill Brother Lu. I’m going to fight you, I want to perish with you, I want you to be buried with Brother Mu."


    Upon hearing Mu Daoist’s shrill scream, the elderly nun Jing Chen’s face immediately contorted to the extreme, letting out an extremely sharp sound. With her True Qi surging, she directly lunged at Old Sir Lu. This time, she did not choose defense but converted all her True Qi entirely into an attack, aiming to perish together with Old Sir Lu.


    "Jing Chen Nun, you loved Mu Daoist for a lifetime, but unfortunately, a woman’s love was unrequited. Since you wish to die with Mu Daoist, I will send you on your way."


    Old Sir Lu murmured in a low voice to himself. Although he somewhat admired the courage of the elderly nun Jing Chen to perish together for Mu Daoist, it didn’t mean he would show mercy. With a twist of his arm, the de cut across the elderly nun Jing Chen’s neck, a head soared to the sky, before the blood even spouted out, it was directly vaporized into nothingness by the de light.