Chaotic Sword God Chapter 1323: Yang Lie (Three)

Chapter 1323: Yang Lie (Three)

“Who cares if you’re Changyang Zu Yunkong or Yang Lie? The Emperor Armant in your hands is the ancestral weapon of our protector clan regardless of all that. Although I don’t know what secret technique you’re using to control the Emperor Armant without suffering a backlash, you need to return the ancestral weapon to us no matter what,” Changyang Qing Yunfeng said heavily. His face was extrely sunken. He had not treated Changyang Zu Yunkong’s breakthrough with any importance since he would only be at the First Heavenly Layer, but now that the ancestral weapon was in his hands, his strength was indescribable. Even Changyang Qing Yun, who was at Great Perfection, was not his opponent, having been injured without being able to resist at all. This caused the people of the Yuan and Qing branches to beco flustered.

However, Changyang Qing Yunfeng tried to recall where he had heard the na Yang Lie. For so reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it sowhere before, but he could not recall where at the mont.

Changyang Yuan Zhenghua’s face slightly changed. His gaze toward Changyang Zu Yunkong beca extrely sharp as he cried out in a low voice, “Yang Lie is the founding ancestor of our Changyang clan. How dare you, Changyang Zu Yunkong! How dare you use the na of our ancestor to do such treacherous things!”

Imdiately, everyone present beca startled before coming to an understanding. Changyang Qing Yunfeng was not the only one who had sensed a feeling of familiarity from the na, but Changyang Zu Xiao and the others also could not recall where they had heard the na before.

Changyang Qing Jueri laughed out of anger, “Okay! Good! Good! Your Zu branch really wants to revolt now! First you break free from the protector clan. Now you want to blasphe our founding ancestor, Yang Lie, while holding the ancestral weapon. People of the Zu branch, do you really think that you can replace the protector clan just because you have Jian Chen and a secret technique that can control the Emperor Armant from who knows where?” Hmph, your wild ambitions will never co true.”

“We will definitely call on the world for this matter and get everyone to understand exactly what you, the people of the Zu branch, have done. The Zu branch is fated to be cursed by all the people of the world,” Changyang Yuan Zhenghua yelled. He was extrely furious. The people of the Zu branch were becoming bolder and bolder and more reckless.

Changyang Zu Xiao and Changyang Zu Yunxiao looked at each other and frowned. The developnt of the matter had completely exceeded anything they could have anticipated. They did not know what had happened to Changyang Zu Yunkong. They felt like he had turned into a completely different person.

Changyang Zu Yunkong warmly smiled as he gently rubbed the Emperor Armant. He said, “The founding ancestor you speak of is . I was the one who founded the Changyang clan in the past and left my Righteous Yang Sword there. At the sa ti, I cast down the formation with the eighteen divine halls and the Origin Formation so that the clan would never decline. You really have lived up to my hopes. After so many years, the Changyang clan has not declined at all. It is just as glorious as back then; except this generation is just far too greedy, to have ended up fighting with one another just for a Saints’ Fruit.”

“Changyang Zu Yunkong, y- y- y-” The Saint Kings of the Yuan and Qing branches beca utterly speechless from anger as they pointed at Changyang Zu Yunkong. In terms of seniority, they had the right to be Changyang Zu Yunkong’s great-grandfather or even great-great-grandfather. Right now, the youngest descendent in their eyes was actually called himself the founding ancestor. That would an that they, people who had lived for thousands of years, were his descendents of countless generations.

Changyang Zu Xiao and Changyang Zu Yunkong displayed rather ugly expressions, but they said nothing because they could clearly sense that Changyang Zu Yunkong no longer seed like the Changyang Zu Yunkong of the past. Although he looked the sa, his presence and charm were completely off.

Changyang Zu Yunkong had just reached Saint King, but he happened to give off an unfathomable feeling.

Changyang Qing Yun slowly dragged his injured body over from afar. He said nothing, only staring at Changyang Zu Yunkong in shock. Disbelief was plastered across his face. He understood that he had just been injured by the Emperor Armant and not Changyang Zu Yunkong himself. He struggled to believe that Changyang Zu Yunkong could control the Emperor Armant in such an easy fashion. Not only could he use its power at will, he did not suffer a backlash from it at all.

A Space Gate ripped open and a middle-aged man in tight robes erged. He carried a shiny silver blade. Strands of powerful energy would pulse from the blade from ti to ti, surprising the Saint Kings of the Changyang clan.

The Saint Kings all looked at the man who had suddenly appeared. Their eyes all narrowed because they were unable to see through the man at all. The blade he carried in particular even made them violently jerk away. No matter how they looked at it, the blade seed like the Emperor Armant from the Tyrant’s Blade School, except it had shrunken by a lot.

The man was Guihai Yidao. He did not even look at the Saint Kings from the Changyang clan. His eyes were only fixated on Changyang Zu Yunkong. He happily smiled and said, “Yang Lie, you’ve finally returned!”

Yang Lie stared at Guihai Yidao for a while before a gleam of light flashed through his eyes, and he said, “Guihai Yidao, I never thought that you would have awakened already, and you’ve even recovered your strength to the level of a Saint Emperor.”

The Saint Kings were imdiately surprised by what they had just heard. They all stared at Guihai Yidao with wide eyes while shock was plastered across their face. The middle-aged man before them was actually a Saint Emperor? They did not recognize him at all, nor did they know when the middle-aged man had beco a Saint Emperor. The nine-colored rainbow clouds did not accompany his breakthrough.

Guihai Yidao laughed aloud. He was overjoyed after seeing an old friend. He said, “Yang Lie, I only ca a few years earlier than you. The energy gathered in your Righteous Yang Sword is not lesser than my Wave-breaking blade. If you use the energy in it to cultivate, you’ll reach the peak of Saint Emperor very soon. However, returning to our level of cultivation will be rather difficult.”

“We’re unable to reach the Origin realm? Why not?” Yang Lie asked.

Guihai Yidao stopped smiling and beca rather stern. He gently sighed. “Yang Lie, your clan doesn’t seem to be very peaceful. Deal with that first. I’ll wait for you in the northern sea.”

“Sir, may I ask who you are? Why have I never heard of an expert like you on the Tian Yuan Continent?” Changyang Qing Jueri used this opportunity to ask Guihai Yidao a question.

If it was any other day, Guihai Yidao would have never paid any attention to what his juniors asked him. However, an old friend of his had just returned today, so he was in an extrely good mood. He chuckled, “I founded the Tyrant’s Blade School. I believe my disciples and grand disciples have told you about it already.” With that, Guihai Yidao directly departed through a Space Gate.

The Saint Kings of the Changyang clan beca stunned. Back when rcenary City had asked to borrow the Tyrant’s Blade School’s Emperor Armant, the great elders of the Tyrant’s Blade School had ntioned that their founding ancestor had returned. Although the five great elders had still been trapped in their miniature world back then, they had overheard the news from the conversations of a few other Saint Kings. They all believed that it was just an excuse the Tyrant’s Blade School had used to decline lending out their Emperor Armant. None of them had thought that their ancestor had actually returned.

It was unrealistic that soone who had been dead for a million years could return. It was just unbelievable.

“Changyang Qing Yun, Changyang Qing Yunfeng, Changyang Qing Jueri, Changyang Yuan Zhenghua, and Changyang Yuan Wuji. The five of you turned on your own clansn over a Saints’ Fruit. Do you understand your cris?” Yang Lie looked at the five great elders as his tone gradually grew cold. A domineering aura appeared. Even Changyang Qing Yun and the others found it difficult to not heed his commands.

“A- are you really the founding ancestor of our Changyang clan, Yang Lie?” Changyang Qing Yun asked in shock. He could already vaguely sense the answer to his question. Their Emperor Armant ca from their founding ancestor in the first place, and only the true owner of the weapon would be able to use it so easily.

“How can that be false? The Righteous Yang Sword in my hand is the best evidence there is. Back then, all of you thought I was dead, but the truth is different. Back then, the nine other founders and I were all heavily injured. Our cultivation levels had fallen and our strength had decreased. Our souls had suffered from an unrecoverable injury. In the end, the ten of us made up our minds to leave behind a legacy and seal our mories into the saint artifacts. We used a secret technique to cast our souls into samsara, undergoing countless rebirths as we slowly cured the wounds of our souls. It’s just that I’ve only just recovered and returned; that’s all,” said Yang Lie.