Moreover, this was just an opportunity.
This alliance was established with the aim of "killing Mo Hua" and its structure was quite loose.
But as long as I become the Alliance Hierarch, I can subtly change the nature of this alliance, making it work for me.
As for Mo Hua?
Who cares about him?
He's just a pawn to draw hatred, a pretext to gather the crowd.
Those geniuses of the Four Sects and Eight Gates are completely blinded by hatred, taking "killing Mo Hua" seriously.
Those controlled by hatred won't have great ambitions.
Therefore, only I can take this position of the Alliance Hierarch.
Only someone who doesn't take Mo Hua seriously but can kill him themselves has this "capacity".
Ye Zhiyuan touched the Daluo Sword in his hand, which resonated with his mind, his gaze sharp as he coldly said:
"According to plan, kill!"
"Yes!"
The disciples of the Daluo Sect moved swiftly with their movement technique, like sharp swords, quickly approaching the five of Taixu Gate.
Soon, the two sides met.
The killing was about to ignite.
Four disciples of the Daluo Sect surrounded and attacked Linghu Xiao simultaneously.
Ye Zhiyuan stood distantly, controlling the Daluo Sword, silently using the Sword Control Skill, riding the Flying Sky Sword, intending to slay Linghu Xiao.
The greatest advantage of the Sword Controlling Technique is distance.
Next, it's speed.
Then, power.
The long-distance Flying Sword is extremely fast, with extraordinarily strong Sword Qi, capable of taking a life in the blink of an eye.
With all the Qianxue Sect disciples, there are those with stronger Sword Qi than him, but none whose sword control can surpass his.
Therefore, he is the foremost "Sword Control" genius of Qianxue.
This is a talent graced by the heavens.
A natural sword dao ability.
It must be well utilized.
Ye Zhiyuan stood far away, using the Daluo Flying Sword Skill, pretending to aim at slaying Linghu Xiao, while secretly capturing Mo Hua's presence with Divine Sense.
Soon, he found Mo Hua.
Like him, Mo Hua stood far away, motionless.
Ye Zhiyuan chuckled secretly, mocking inwardly:
"Fool, I stand still to control the sword. You stand still, waiting to die?"
Controlling the sword is a matter of life and death.
The opportunity to strike is fleeting.
Since Mo Hua left an opening, Ye Zhiyuan naturally wouldn't miss it.
His sword is far-reaching, fast, and strong.
Pretending to target Linghu Xiao, then unexpectedly, a sword flies out suddenly to kill.
This caught Mo Hua by surprise; no concealment or movement technique could save him, and he faced certain death!
Ye Zhiyuan controlled the sword, eyes fixed on Linghu Xiao, his Divine Sense quietly locking onto Mo Hua.
His sword hadn't been drawn yet.
Then at the next moment, he noticed something seemed to be flying toward
him from afar.
Ye Zhiyuan was stunned.
What on earth... is flying at me?
Whatever was flying also possessed great distance, speed, and a hint of
dangerous glint.
Ye Zhiyuan's eyes didn't recognize it.
But he instinctively felt startled and knew:
A sword?
A sword?!