Chapter 121
“Ancestors above, today someone has dared to insult my Sword Pavilion! What should we do about it?”
In the void, dark clouds gathered, and the intent of the sword surged.
All the cultivators around Luoyan Mountain Manor, regardless of the quality of their swords, felt their weapons hum and tremble at their waists.
【Strike down!】
A booming voice echoed through the air.
Suddenly, the heavy sword intent coalesced into a massive sword above the flying vessel, hurtling down towards Luoyan Mountain Manor.
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Chapter 128: Care to Try?
“A mere Perfected God dares to call himself an ancestor?!”
Just as the giant sword was about to strike Luoyan Mountain Manor, a light laugh rang out. A figure shot from the manor, casually tossing out a cauldron. The cauldron expanded with the wind, quickly becoming a colossal object that overshadowed the manor, blocking the giant sword.
Clang—!
The giant sword collided with the cauldron, which retreated under the immense pressure, its edges crumbling under the impact. Yet, the cauldron ultimately did not crash down on Luoyan Mountain Manor; the sword strike was absorbed.
The shockwave from the clash dispersed the surrounding clouds.
At this moment, the sky above Luoyan Mountain Manor was clear and blue, stretching for miles.
Cultivators around the manor hurriedly retreated to open mountain peaks, taking off their shoes or lying down, setting out sunflower seeds, peanuts, and spring water, ready to enjoy the spectacle.
“Looks like a monster has appeared!” Chen Huai'an squinted.
That last sword strike wasn’t too expensive, only costing 8888¥.
For such a small price to force out the head of the Dan Sect, Zhou Xuanzai, it was quite a bargain.
A man stood above Luoyan Mountain Manor, holding a folding fan, dressed in a dark blue robe with silver edges. His pale face had thin lips, and his narrow eyes held a sinister glint. He gazed towards the flying vessel, anger simmering in his eyes, his aura of a Perfected God radiating outwards, thickening the air around him.
Chen Huai'an could see the information above this man’s head—
When Zhou Xuanzai emerged from Luoyan Mountain Manor, his name was still yellow.
After taking that sword strike, it turned red, clearly indicating he was enraged.
“Zhou Xuanzai, the head of the Dan Sect, has come out!”
“Now we’re in for a show. The Sword Pavilion’s master, Su Qinian, is at the late stage of Perfected God, while Zhou Xuanzai is at the Perfected God peak. But we don’t know what realm that Sword Pavilion ancestor is at. If he’s also at the Perfected God peak, today’s fight might not happen.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The Dan Sect has many powerful cultivators. Although Zhou Xuanzai is the sect leader, he’s not the strongest. The guest elders in the Dan Sect are the main protective force! Even if we assume Zhou Xuanzai has many treasures, did you see that cauldron? That’s the Spirit Tool, Fulong Ding, a valuable item with a spirit!”
The surrounding cultivators discussed animatedly, gazing at the sky.
Zhou Xuanzai flew to a level with the flying vessel. Upon seeing the visitors, he sneered and took the initiative: “Oh, I wondered who it was. It turns out to be the Sword Pavilion’s Master Su Qinian and the abandoned disciple of the True Martial Sacred Land, Liu Yuanqing. As fellow righteous cultivators, I urge you to release my Dan Sect disciple and apologize. Today, my Dan Sect can overlook this matter.”
“Damn it, let go of your mother!” Su Qinian had been holding back his anger over Li Qingran’s incident. With Chen Huai'an backing him, he wasted no time and struck.
As his words fell, he transformed into a streak of sword light, flashing out.
The sword light was so fast it sliced through the air.
The surrounding cultivators felt as if two swords had brushed past their ears, causing sharp pain.
“I’ve heard that Master Su’s Xuanwu Sword dominates the world. Today, Zhou has come to experience it!”
Zhou Xuanzai laughed heartily, stepping into the void with his right foot.
Buzz—!
The yin and yang of heaven and earth converged, dividing into black and white, enveloping a thousand miles in a chessboard.
Zhou Xuanzai activated his Law of Heaven and Earth, transforming into an old man with white whiskers, sitting outside the chessboard, holding a chess piece.
The black pieces fell, and the killing swords surged forth.
Countless sword shadows flew towards the sword light created by Su Qinian, instantly filling the chessboard with overlapping sword shadows, the air thick with sword energy, the clanging sounds unending. The cultivators could not discern the details, only feeling the murderous intent from the chessboard, rendering them speechless.
Zhou Xuanzai frequently placed his pieces, but every black sword was shattered by Su Qinian’s heavy sword.
His expression grew serious, gritting his teeth as he placed a white piece.
The white piece connected and formed a cluster, transforming into a spiritual dragon that roared and charged at Su Qinian.
The dense black swords and the illusory dragon buried Su Qinian’s small figure.
On the flying vessel, Yue Qianchi stared intently at the chessboard, holding his breath.
Chen Huai'an watched the dazzling effects, relaxed as if fishing.
He could see Su Qinian and Zhou Xuanzai’s health and energy bars.
Despite Zhou Xuanzai appearing formidable, his energy bar had dropped by a third, while Su Qinian had only lost a sliver of health.
Conversely, Su Qinian’s energy bar hadn’t budged at all.
However, his anger bar was gradually filling up.
“Just a bunch of flashy tricks,” he scoffed.
Though Zhou Xuanzai was at the Perfected God peak, without using treasures, he was certainly no match for Su Qinian.
The first killing technique of the sword path was not a joke.
The black and white pieces alternated, yet they could not stop Su Qinian from getting closer to the edge of the chessboard.
Zhou Xuanzai, furious, placed his pieces with both hands simultaneously.
Amidst the storm of spiritual energy buried under countless attacks, a furious roar erupted.
“Get out of my way—!”
Boom!!!
The gale swept through, shattering the black swords and the white dragon.
In the pale shockwave, a dark figure wielding a heavy sword could be seen slicing upwards.
“Mountain Crushing Strike—!”
Crack! The world fell silent for a moment.
A crimson sword shadow shot out from behind that figure, massive as a radiant glow, heavy as a mountain, growing larger until it filled the entire chessboard, then came crashing down!
The chessboard shattered, black and white pieces scattering like spiritual energy dissipating.
Zhou Xuanzai’s Law of Heaven and Earth cracked from his forehead to his chest, bursting open with a loud bang.
He himself spewed blood and plummeted from the sky.
Su Qinian, relentless, was now bloodied with rage. He flew out from the shattered chessboard, right hand dragging the Xuanwu Sword, enveloped in a murderous aura, and aimed a downward strike at the falling Zhou Xuanzai.
“Die—!!”
In the moment the sword fell, a white figure suddenly flashed to Zhou Xuanzai’s side.
He extended a finger, pointing at the descending sword tip.
The fingertip touched the sword tip, creating ripples like water, a mirage of flowers and moons.
Everything came to a halt.
“Amitabha, Master Su, if you wish to kill Sect Leader Zhou, that would be a bit excessive.”
The monk, clad in a moon-white robe and holding a staff, walked gracefully beside the frozen Su Qinian, smiling as he raised his staff to press against Su Qinian’s brow. “Master Su, do you wish to persist in your folly? If so, this monk wouldn’t mind replacing the Sword Pavilion’s leader~”
“It’s the Smiling Buddha! The Smiling Buddha at the Integration Stage!!!” A cultivator in the nearby crowd exclaimed, “How did this sinister figure end up with the Dan Sect?”
“Who is the Smiling Buddha?” someone asked.
“Ah, you don’t even know this?” the cultivator sighed. “He was once a direct disciple of the Sacred Land of Purification, but due to his heavy killing intent and erratic personality, he was expelled. He’s known as the ‘Smiling Buddha’ because he always wears a smile while committing murder, coupled with his terrifying cultivation.”
“Since he’s at the Integration Stage, Master Su might be in serious trouble…”
“The Smiling Buddha is a rogue cultivator; even if Master Su is killed, he wouldn’t find a place to take revenge.”
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“Master Su, why not answer this monk’s question?”
The smile on the Smiling Buddha’s face grew wider.
The light on the staff was not a gentle white but a blood-red killing intent.
“If you don’t answer soon, this monk may have to unleash his killing intent!”
He didn’t even need Su Qinian to respond.
Su Qinian, trapped in his mirage, couldn’t speak.
He was merely looking for a reason to create a killing incident.
Nothing more.
Suddenly.
A faint golden finger extended from Su Qinian’s forehead, pressing against the staff.
It was an overwhelming force that sent the Smiling Buddha flying a thousand meters away.
The mirage shattered.
Spiritual energy surged wildly.
His pupils constricted, reflecting the figure before him, with hair like a waterfall and dressed in a dark robe, a sword cultivator.
A chilling voice exploded in his ears.
“You, care to try?”
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Li Qingran
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