"Great City Lord!" Ye Xiu simply stowed away the Mad Sand Sword, using one hand to slash through the crowd towards Canglong. "Great City Lord, you go first. I'll hold them off here."

Canglong was truly outmatched, yet the inherent pride of the Imperial Family forbade him from simply leaving. He suddenly pulled out a tattered, ancient book from within his robes and entrusted it to Ye Xiu. "Today, I, Wan Jian Canglong, absolutely cannot leave like this. This is the core cultivation method of the Myriad Sword Art. Now I place it in your hands; one day it may prove useful." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up again, raising his sword once more, preparing to lead his men in a charge.

Ye Xiu accepted the manual and carefully preserved it, but he would never allow Canglong to go forward again. He ordered the Blade Guards behind him, "Quickly escort the Great City Lord into the Myriad Sword Pavilion. I will handle this place."

"Big Brother!" At this moment, Shen Ying and Qing Lin also arrived with their own retinues. Seeing Canglong wounded, both were extremely anxious. "Big Brother, are you alright?"

"Take them all inside!" Ye Xiu commanded the Blade Guards of Myriad Sword City with a resolute voice, showing no less authority than Canglong used to possess. "Everyone retreat into the Myriad Sword Pavilion!"

"But…" Shen Ying was worried about Ye Xiu. Although everyone knew Ye Xiu's strength, the current situation was undeniably grim. Looking across the field, the forces of the Myriad Sword Black Tiger had not arrived at all, and the beasts of the Beast Clan were rampaging unchecked across the entire plaza.

"Trying to leave!" Dugu Bingchen, certain of victory, certainly wouldn't let anyone escape. He raised his blade to the sky, the crescent shape of his Half-Moon Blade fully formed, suffused with bloody light, vibrant hues, and spiritual killing energy. When he aimed the Unfalling Frost downward at the crowd again, it manifested as a blood-red Swastika symbol—"The Nether King’s Decree of Dominating Blade and Sword."

"Careful!" Ye Xiu flew forward without hesitation, positioning himself in front of Bingchen. He then unleashed the killing stance of the Demon Blade Horizontal Waterfall, executing a swift slash that sent forth a pure, holy sword light to meet the incoming attack.

"Fool!" Dugu Bingchen was overwhelmingly imposing, using just one hand to press the Nether King's killing intent directly toward Ye Xiu. "All who block me shall die! No matter who you are, no matter your race, all must perish, ah!"

"Hah!" Ye Xiu's sword light was sharp, attempting to cleave through the Swastika killing aura, but to his shock, his power was far inferior to Bingchen's. How could this be? He had increased his abilities dozens of times in just one night. Suddenly, a "swish" sounded near his ear, and a streak of multicolored sword light surged from behind him, helping him to just manage to counter Bingchen’s killing aura.

"Jian Hongchen!" Ye Xiu smiled knowingly, surprised that he would come to help at this moment. "This is excellent. With the strength of our two combined, we should be able to subdue him."

Jian Hongchen clenched his jaw, his face etched with fury. "You are far too naive. The ultimate profound art of the Beast Clan, the Nether King's Killing Aura, is not something your mediocre sword techniques can resist! Haven't you noticed the purple meridians pulsing on his forehead?"

"What is that?" Ye Xiu was wholly occupied in defense and didn't have the time to pay attention to other details. But after Jian Hongchen mentioned it, he took a closer look and truly saw a purple current surging at the center of Bingchen's forehead. "How could something like that exist!"

"That is the Mad Meridian of the ancient War God, Sha Jun Tianmang, who wielded the Three Swords. The Mad Meridian instantly boosts his combat power, and the Nether King's Killing Aura he uses is the supreme secret technique of the Beast Clan. I fear neither of us will be his match today, and the disaster of the Three Swords will commence from this moment!"

"There’s such a thing? And who is Sha Jun Tianmang?" Ye Xiu gasped, suddenly feeling his hand tremble, almost unable to hold on.

"Sword Color Flowing Light, Wind Rises Endlessly!" Jian Hongchen roared, his entire body almost enveloped in a dazzling, vibrant light. This turned out to be the final move he had held back. This proud swordsman grinned as he unleashed his ultimate secret art, hidden for years. "Hahaha, Ye Xiu, step back! This is my battle with him; this is my battle with Sha Jun Tianmang. I must prove one thing: the Mad Meridian does not equate to invincibility."

"Hey…" Before Ye Xiu could react, he was kicked flying by Jian Hongchen, while the Nether King's Killing Aura had already rendered nearly everyone immobile.

"Those who block me die!" Bingchen roared toward the sky, nearly driven mad. Yet, the murderous Swastika energy was held back by Jian Hongchen's single move, delayed from descending upon the world.

"Dance of the Sword Color Flowing Light!" Jian Hongchen declared steadily. From his back erupted countless vibrant sword auras once more. Every single streak of light seemed ethereal and uncertain, graceful and seductive, half-dancing, half-sending attacks to firmly encircle Bingchen.

At this time, the Myriad Sword City's Black Tiger still hadn't arrived with the forces previously arranged to provide aid. The main contingent, accompanying Canglong, entered the Aotian Tower within the Myriad Sword Pavilion, intending to rest properly. Unexpectedly, strange changes occurred above Myriad Sword City. A massive swarm of figures, their hands flapping the Heaven-Overturning Wings, looked down upon everything below.

"It's the Wing Clan!" Canglong had not expected the Wing Clan to take advantage of the chaos to assault Myriad Sword City. He stood straight and rebuked in a sharp voice, "Shen Yuan Tianzhe, have you forgotten the promise of Elder Yufeng from the past?"

"Elder Yufeng!" Shen Yuan Tianzhe gave a cold laugh and commanded his Wing Clan companions in the sky to draw their bowstrings. "Elder Yufeng is merely a legendary figure among the Wing Clan. His promises regarding peaceful coexistence are long outdated. With the innate strength of my Wing Clan, we already stand above the other three races. Once the Human Race is extinguished, my Wing Clan can become the rulers of the Three Swords. Prepare to die."

"Damn it, why hasn't Second Brother arrived yet!" Qing Lin muttered resentfully. At this critical juncture, he could barely restrain the urge to restart the Spring Rain Startling Rainbow in his hand and massacre everyone.

"Fire!" Shen Yuan Tianzhe showed no hesitation. With a single command, the sky rained down arrows like countless wings. Although the Blade Guards of Myriad Sword City frantically swung their blades to defend, they could not stop the deluge of feathers falling from the sky. Even Canglong was struck several times and was only forced into the stone doors of the Aotian Tower under Qing Lin's protection.

"Great City Lord!" Ye Xiu caught up at this moment, sending a Ten Thousand Veiled Slash flying skyward, knocking down those 'birdmen' one by one. At the same time, the Red Blade Guards had recovered and surged forward, engaging the fallen Wing Clan members in close-quarters combat, their faces flushed with exertion, roaring incessantly.

"You are the one who slew Yi Tiannan!" Shen Yuan Tianzhe dared not underestimate Ye Xiu. He merely shook his wings, unleashing a vortex of wind that rushed directly toward Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu raised his sword to guard his chest, using a single downward slash to cut the hurricane apart with maximum speed, while he himself did not rest, flying upward to join the fray raging on the ground: "Big Brother, help me up!"