"Long time no see." The gentle tone and peaceful expression managed to cut through the cacophony of the surrounding blood-colored lightning.

Though soft, the voice resonated clearly in one's ears and heart.

"You!" The Turbid World Thunder Lord's pupils constricted as she looked at those eyes. Although the appearance was different, the calmness and composure inexplicably chilled her to the bone, as if she were staring into an unmatched abyss, or perhaps an endless, starlit sky, causing her to uncontrollably sense a chill. However, she did not know, or dared not face, what this instinctive fear truly was.

Shi Yi had already rushed forward, raising his fists.

The Azure-Clad Dragon Daughter's aura revealed the vast and majestic Zhongshan-Chishui landscape behind her. Both were experts with extremely rich combat experience.

Especially against the Turbid World, they had their own methods.

In an instant, their auras intertwined.

Shi Yi occupied the earth, and the Dragon Daughter moved in the air, forming a Three Talents Formation with Wei Yuan, creating a monstrous aura that shook the heavens.

They sealed the blood-colored lightning and the Turbid World Thunder Lord within.

Shi Yi rarely raised his tone, saying, "Wei Yuan, strike!

"This is the Turbid World Thunder Lord, who carries the Dao fruit of the Clear World Thunder God from back then. We must keep her here!"

It seemed that this low shout awakened the Turbid World Thunder Lord.

Blood-colored lightning roared.

Shi Yi and Xian attacked simultaneously.

But they missed.

Because they misjudged the Thunder Lord's choice.

The blood-colored lightning was still domineering and noisy, but it was no longer charging forward. Instead, it retreated frantically in the opposite direction. The Thunder Lord, who had always been fierce and domineering, with only offense and no defense, unparalleled and invincible,

was actively retreating!

In an instant, blood-colored lightning filled the sky. Wei Yuan held the long spear with innate thunder patterns in his right hand. Strands of lightning surged, yet they miraculously did not harm him in the slightest.

The woman looked at him in shock and anger, seemingly finally realizing who he was, yet too afraid to speak due to terror.

Even Shi Yi's thousand-year unchanging face flashed a hint of astonishment and confusion.

She ran away?!

Just now, that spear containing domineering blood-colored lightning was only a finger's breadth away from the white-haired girl.

But her face remained as emotionless as ever, her deep eyes large and vacant, without any ripples, as if she didn't care about her own life or death.

She retracted her arms, and her wide sleeves fell down.

Due to the gust of wind just now, the hair at her temples was slightly disheveled.

After thinking for a moment, she still used that unwavering tone to say, "You've recovered?"

"Yes."

Wei Yuan looked at the Turbid World Thunder Lord whose face had been slashed with a hideous scar. His right hand clenched, and layers of sword energy erupted. Accompanied by a miserable wail, the divine weapon in his palm, engraved with countless blood-thunder heavenly runes, instantly annihilated, turning into dust that slipped through the Daoist's fingers.

Then, he naturally reached out and rubbed the top of the white-haired girl's head. The warm palm, the familiar feeling. The white-haired girl's eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked up, seeing the familiar smile on the Daoist's face as he rubbed her hair.

He bent down slightly, warmth on his face, and winked his right eye:

"Maybe it's because you've always been a good girl."

"So I came back."

The white-haired girl's eyes widened, and she suddenly thought of what the old man lying on the sickbed had said many years ago.

Be a good girl.

Otherwise, I might turn into a fierce ghost to teach you a lesson.

The Azure-Clad Dragon Daughter worried that the white-haired girl, who was not strong due to not having a Dao fruit, might have been hurt by the blood-colored lightning. She moved and came to her side, asking with slight concern, "A'Wa, how are you?" Her voice paused, stunned, as she saw that the girl, who had always been expressionless and cold, still had her dark, vacant eyes wide.

But large drops of tears were falling.

Even the Azure-Clad Xian was stunned. After a while, she said, "A'Wa, you're crying." "Crying?"

The white-haired girl reached out and held the tears, just like she did in the past. "It's different."

"It's not sad."

She folded her hands over her chest, her expression peaceful and gentle.

A fleeting smile seemed to flash across her face, like a blossoming flower, dazzlingly beautiful:

"Very happy."

"Can tears be happy too?"

Wei Yuan exhaled a breath, his eyebrows slightly raised, feeling refreshed.

He looked at the tall, armored woman walking out step by step: "I remember you."

"Six hundred years have passed since we last met. Does that sword from back then still hurt?"

The Turbid World Thunder Lord gritted her teeth: "It really is you!"

Shi Yi was slightly surprised and said slowly, "Wei Yuan, you know her?"

The Daoist, wearing close-fitting clothes underneath a wide robe, slightly raised his sword fingers, a strand of sword intent swirling endlessly, locking onto the woman's brow. In the calm and waveless space, there was a strong and unyielding sword intent. His sleeves covered all things, billowing slightly, and Wei Yuan replied calmly:

"That sword scar on her face was left by me."

Shi Yi's expression turned serious.

The Turbid World Thunder Lord subconsciously raised her hand, covering the sword scar that ran across her right eye and most of her right cheek. Her aura surged violently, but it was unknown whether it was due to shock and anger, or due to the fear that still lingered from six hundred years ago. Wei Yuan put his left hand behind his back, his right hand forming a sword with his fingers, and said:

"I only wish that all swordsmen in the world,"

"Will die a horrible death."

He took a step forward, his aura sharp as a sword, and said: I am also a swordsman.

"Want to give it a try?"

The Turbid World Thunder Lord gritted her teeth, her aura erupting, stirring up the phenomena of heaven and earth, lightning surging, a hellish scene. Looking at the Daoist who didn't even have a sword in his hand, she felt no will to fight at this moment.

It was as if this Daoist was more terrifying without a sword than he had been six hundred years ago.

The more she looked, the greater the pressure she felt.

The more she looked, the more she felt an irresistible sense of oppression.

The Daoist was as vast as heaven and earth, just looking down at her coldly.

"You! Damnable!"

The Turbid World Thunder Lord's fighting spirit continued to dissipate. Finally, she suddenly bit her lip, drawing blood, the pain stimulating her soul. Her eyebrows regained their sharpness, and she clenched her hands.

A huge, long-handled battle ax appeared, with primordial thunder runes on it, and countless lightning bolts wrapped around the battle ax, as if it were the first arc of light that tore apart the dim heaven and earth, exuding an invincible power.

"I admit that you are the heart demon that I have been unable to get rid of for so many years." "It is because of that sword of yours that I have been filled with hostility towards swordsmen for so many years."

That she would be furious and unable to control herself because the enemy used a sword.

The Turbid World Thunder Lord said slowly, "But that is only the past, only past mistakes."

"This also means,"

"That I only need to kill you here!"

"Then I can completely shatter my heart demon and further digest the Dao fruit."

The battle ax was raised slightly, then suddenly slashed down, stirring up countless raging purple lightning bolts, terrifying and powerful, filled with decisiveness, filled with domineering power, filled with the determination to draw a line with the past.

"Then I can take it to the next level!"

"In the battle of the Great Dao, Shi Yi, you better not interfere!"

The Turbid World Thunder Lord glanced at Shi Yi.

Shi Yi raised his eyes, clearly not intending to do so.

Wei Yuan looked at the white-haired girl behind him who was holding her tears. Thinking of how she had spread her arms and stood in front of him, blocking the spear filled with blood-colored lightning, his eyes narrowed slightly, his left hand behind his back, his right hand moving his fingers rhythmically, and said, "Shi Yi, you don't need to take action."

A smile of complete control flashed across the Thunder Lord's lips.

Wei Yuan formed a sword with his fingers and said slowly, "I will personally shatter her Great Dao." "For hurting her,"

"Three moves, and I will kill you!"

As he spoke, the golden patterns between Wei Yuan's eyebrows became brighter and brighter, like a sharp and invincible sword. Endless sharpness pointed directly at the countless lightning bolts. In an instant, the Turbid World Thunder Lord only felt an unbearable pain between her eyebrows, as if a sword had pierced her true spirit, and the sword energy had erupted, tearing her soul into dust. It was as if she had been instantly killed, a moment of chill. The next moment, the violent lightning naturally surged.

"First sword, five thousand years of mortal life in the human world, returning home."

The cold sword energy was bright and domineering, instantly cutting through the sky.

Like a journey of hundreds of thousands of miles, like five thousand years of time, it instantly spanned between heaven and earth.

Lightning was fierce and powerful.

But how could it resist the vicissitudes of time?

The lightning erupted and surged, then almost instantly dimmed and dissipated completely, leaving only the residual muffled thunder sounds, vibrating endlessly. The white-haired girl looked up, the Turbid World Thunder Lord clenched the battle ax that exuded terrifying thunder, her teeth clenched, clearly having tried her best.

The Daoist's sword fingers were resisting the battle ax, thunder and lightning raged, but could not encroach upon his body.

His sleeves fluttered slightly, still clean and new.

His eyebrows were calm.

Who won and who lost was obvious at a glance!

The Daoist lowered his eyes, his sword fingers moving at will, the sword energy magnificent, turning into pure energy. "Second sword, jade dragon snow python for hundreds of thousands of miles,

stepping on Kunlun."

The magnificent sword energy instantly shattered the lightning.

The domineering sword light swept across the sky, and the phenomena of heaven and earth became clear.

It was as if the Kunlun landscape had truly appeared, with no more lightning flowing. The sword intent remotely activated the Kunlun Mountains, the most special spiritual land of the Clear World, representing the Dao fruit.

The unique characteristics of the realms seemed to seep into the sword energy, adding a bit of coldness and sharpness to the sword intent.

The sword pierced through the ax blade of the battle ax.

It was as if the Daoist's sword fingers were an unparalleled divine weapon in the heavens and on earth!

The most sharp and cold supreme divine sword.

The sharp energy did not cease.

After piercing through the thunder and the battle ax, it actually pierced through the Thunder Lord's shoulder. The armor was as if it were nothing, and a cold sword light flew out from behind with a stream of blood.

The Turbid World Thunder Lord groaned, her power already having a flaw, and a wound.

Looking at the strands of cracks appearing on the battle ax that she had treasured, the Turbid World Thunder Lord's pupils constricted. She raised her eyes in disbelief, seeing a scene of silence in the heavens and on earth. The Daoist's right hand formed a sword with his fingers, behind him a vast and deep scene, as if Kunlun had reappeared. His eyes were deep, reflecting the many causes and effects of the past and future.

The fighting spirit that the Thunder Lord had just aroused suddenly collapsed like ice in spring.

Her hands trembled, and seeing the Daoist raise his sword fingers, seemingly about to unleash the third sword, she could no longer control herself. With a wave of her right hand, the huge and exaggerated battle ax, carrying a vast force that tore through space, turned into a ball of thunder, roaring and tearing towards Wei Yuan fiercely. The Turbid World Thunder Lord then turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt in the midst of the same roaring thunder.

Fleeing into the sky! She had actually fled in panic.

Wei Yuan did not retreat or evade, watching the move that tore apart the sky and all things. He just shook his sleeves, then brushed them across the heavens and earth. The wide sleeves were like water and clouds. The Sleeve Universe technique could not swallow this final desperate move, but it successfully guided its direction, allowing the thunderous ax shadow to spin and fall on a mountain to the side, directly breaking the mountain in half, stirring up a tide-like aura, with endless thunder.

Shi Yi frowned, but finally remained expressionless, saying, "You were too confident." "You still let her run. Be careful in the future. The power of thunder and haze is fierce and swift. Whether it is attack or speed, it is unparalleled."

"You may not fear it."

"But your friends may be injured because of it."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "Thank you, but she can't escape." "Or rather, she shouldn't have escaped."

"Hmm?"

Wei Yuan raised his fingers, the golden light between his eyebrows suddenly converging, and the sharpness on his sword fingers was even more fierce.

His eyes were deep, piercing through cause and effect.

He thrust out with his sword!

The Turbid World Thunder Lord turned into blood-colored lightning. In an instant, she had moved far away from the West Sea area where Wei Yuan and the others were, and had directly arrived in the South Sea, in the domain of Zhurong. She was then stopped by the [Truth], who rarely revealed his true form. The latter saw the Turbid World Thunder Lord's disheveled appearance and said, "?? What happened?"

"You're so badly injured!"

"This, this, this, could it be that the Heavenly Emperor has come?"

"No, it's another swordsman of the human race."

The Thunder Lord's aura was still somewhat weak, and she said, "This person is quite dangerous, but I still managed to escape-" Before the word "escape" could be spoken,

the [Truth] suddenly felt an boundless sharpness erupt.

His pupils contracted, and then he saw the Turbid World Thunder Lord's body suddenly stiffen, and an irresistible sharpness burst out between her eyebrows, directly piercing her true spirit, causing the woman's eyes to instantly lose their light. Then, a calm voice answered in the heavens and earth: "Third sword-"

"Karma."

"Fate cannot be escaped."

"Who's there? Come out!"

The [Truth]'s expression changed drastically, and he retreated instantly.

Then, he saw dense, one after another, golden threads appearing in the heavens and earth, emitting a flowing light like the morning sun.

They were intertwined and spread out.

Above, they covered the heavens and stars.

Below, they enveloped the myriad phenomena of the universe.

The black-robed Daoist with white hair at his temples stood in the midst of cause and effect, the golden light between his eyebrows, his eyes deep, as if reflecting the past and present, the many causes and effects, causing the sky to become even higher, the earth even deeper, the many causes and effects densely flowing, giving people a sense of emptiness and depth, a sense of trembling, an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The Daoist arched his hands slightly, his voice cold and indifferent, resounding like the voice of heaven and earth: "This humble Daoist,"

"Is Yuanshi."