Baili Sect Master...
The long-unheard title cast a layer of unfathomable darkness over Sword Master Yu’s eyes.
He lowered his gaze, glancing at the small wooden token at Baili An’s waist.
After a mont of silence, he said, "It seems the City Lord is interested in my Heavenly Seal Sword Pavilion?"
Baili An had no interest in the Sword Pavilion, which only those who topped the decennial disciple competition could enter, nor did he intend to beco a Heavenly Seal disciple.
However, being amidst this mountain with such a wooden token at his waist, these words were bound to be unbelieved.
Upon seeing the indistinct sword azure aura at Ying Xiu’s fingertips, Baili An’s conviction over his identity solidified by three parts.
He pondered for a mont and retrieved a cloth-wrapped fragnt of wood from his bosom, offering it to Sword Master Yu, calmly saying, "Sword Master, may I have a word?"
Sword Master Yu, unsure of the item being presented, nonetheless used his fingers to peel open the cloth when he saw the earnest expression Baili An wore.
A corner of purple-gold wood ca into view, causing Sword Master Yu’s stern, intense black eyes to suddenly contract.
Crack!
His palm suddenly clasped shut, shattering cloth and wood fragnt alike into powder.
The atmosphere inexplicably thickened, the snowy night falling into absolute stillness.
Even the Thirteen Swords, unversed in worldly manners, sensed the chilling murderous intent emanating from Sword Master Yu.
Sword Master Yu slowly lifted his murky brows, reflecting the night haze and stark killing intent:
"To have found this item and brought it before , your position as City Lord of Xianling City is certainly no simple feat!"
The Thirteen Sword Masters witnessing the scene could not help but break into cold sweat for Baili An.
The Sect Master was known for his harsh deanor, yet he never arbitrarily entertained thoughts of murder. Never had they witnessed such a terrifying expression from him.
The Tribulation Realm was distinct from the Mortal Realm, which comprised only four minor stages.
Having crossed the Heavenly Gate threshold, the Tribulation Realm was divided into five minor stages: Soul Awakening, God Union, Dao rging, Thousand Tribulations, and Tongming.
Baili An, through various instances of tribulation in the Demon World, had repeatedly broken through barriers to reach the first stage of Soul Awakening.
This was a result of life-risking efforts to fuse the forces of both the righteous and demonic paths to reach such a realm.
Unlike Baili An, the Sword Master Yu before him was genuinely a millennial Immortal.
It was said that over a century ago, he had reached the eighth-grade Dao rging stage, and at the year of breaking through, Sword Master was no more than seven hundred years of age.
Although terd millennial Immortal, his actual age was far beneath.
Over this century, the true extent of the World Sword Master’s cultivation remains unknown.
Yet between them, a full two realms lay apart.
Sword Master Yu did not move a step, rely a cold, murderous gaze caused Baili An’s Dantian, deep within its Yin Yang Tao Fish, the Corpse Pearl nearly to burst, barely concealing its aura.
Incapable of perspiring, the corpse demon physique, facing Sword Master Yu, Baili An found his garnts soaked through, his visage pale and gaunt.
Yet he did not lower his head; moonlight bathing his handso, pale face, he defiantly stared into Sword Master Yu’s cold, dark pupils.
Perhaps due to the stubborn gaze, stubborn enough to evoke a sense of baffling familiarity in Sword Master Yu.
"Sect Master." A gentle yet distinctly urgent voice of Yue Nu sounded beside his ear, causing three parts of killing intent in Sword Master Yu’s eyes to recede.
He abruptly lowered his arm, casting a cold eye upon Baili An, snorted coldly:
"So young yet able to withstand my sword movent pressure, truly has spine. I don’t know what calculation or intent you brought this item to with. Since you wish to converse with , when matters on the mountain conclude, I shall await you in Qingnan Hall."
The quiet room of the Heavenly Seal Sword Master was established within Qingnan Hall, deed one of several Forbidden Lands of the Heavenly Seal.
Throughout the years, even the Thirteen Swords wishing entry must first submit a sword token and receive approval to enter.
Baili An’s first ascent brought him invitation to Qingnan Hall, causing Ying Xiu’s heart to panic desperately.
He had clearly noticed earlier, the item handed to his father was surprisingly a fragnt of Purple Gold Coffin.
"Father! A re outsider, how can he be invited to Qingnan Hall?!" He had not even gone to Qingnan Hall, let alone the Thirteen Swords, how could this person precede entry?!
Unexpectedly, upon voicing this, the coldness suppressed by Yue Nu within Sword Master Yu’s eyes instantly returned, forcing out chilling murderous intent.
"Is that so?" Sword Master Yu’s voice ca coolly, his gaze slipping over Ying Xiu’s face: "I seem to have forgotten, there is another so-called outsider here."
Just as the words dropped, Ying Xiu, shivering in chilling anticipation, barely had the chance for goosebumps to cover him.
In a bewildering flash, unable to discern Sword Master’s move, a fierce crimson light tore through the night, releasing a sharp dragon’s croon, slicing air, striking Ying Xiu’s chest precisely.
At such heights upon the mountain, just monts prior filled with pride, the Crown Prince now resembled a hopeless stray, spewing bright-red blood, garnts torn to reveal an embroidered protective soft armor.
Despite bearing protective armor, the forceful and fierce sword intent still seeped uncontrollably; blood eagerly percolated out, beads cascading in droplets.
Ying Xiu, amidst quivering gazes of participants, was flung backward disheveled.
Below the mountain, a shadow darted up towards the peak, caught unawares witnessing their Young Master in a pitiable, wretched downcast.
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