Baili An tilted his head and said, "How much do you know about Zangxin’s plan?"
End Mo could not resist his question and replied softly, "I don’t know about the matters of the Sword Pavilion, but I am aware that his hidden pawn is Lv Zhuang, not Ye Yichuan. As for his real trump card, I don’t know which force it belongs to, only that it’s an old friend of the Xijian Sect."
An old friend of the Xijian Sect?
Since it’s a trump card, of course, End Mo, a discarded pawn, wouldn’t be fully inford.
As for Ye Yichuan, End Mo knew nothing, which evidently proved that Ye Yichuan was a third hidden force within the Xijian Sect.
Could it be that, as Ying Xiu said, he is not really the son of Ye Qingzhou?
The chaos within the Xijian Sect was truly complex, and just as Baili An was at a loss as to how to handle it, another shocking bad news ca.
The Star Rope, connecting the Sword Souls of the Twelve Swords of the Heavenly Mountain, broke once again!
This ti, the Star Rope broke without any warning, leaving no ti for anyone to prepare.
Sword Master Yu hadn’t even managed to step out from the forest’s edge when the terrifying news reached him that all seven Elders of the Sword Offering had died in battle and sacrificed themselves.
Moreover, the weapons that killed the Seven Elders of the Sword Offering all ca from the ancient Silent Swords within the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb!
Sword Master Yu could no longer maintain his confidence and composure.
The Star-breaking Rope at Lv Zhuang’s sword still had so aura and on, but this ti caught everyone off guard.
To kill the seven Elders of the Sword Offering and break the Star Rope of the Twelve Sword Souls, not even the Demon Lord himself could accomplish such a feat!
Sword Master Yu couldn’t imagine what kind of existence the enemy facing the Xijian Sect this ti was.
The vast Bai Tuo Mountain, in an exceedingly short and reactionless ti, was suddenly filled with countless powerful and unfamiliar auras.
On the eleven vast and majestic Star Ropes descending from the Nine Heavens to the Mortal World, over two hundred figures stood.
Each of them was draped in a black robe, their aura strong and their stature burly and tall, unlike ordinary cultivators, but rather more like peak body refinent martial artists.
The leader among them was not wearing a black robe but a simple coarse hemp short jacket and a pair of ragged straw sandals, carrying a plain old hoe on his shoulder. With his chest open, tough muscles and dark brown skin were exposed.
His pair of black and round eyes sparkled as if containing a soul, overlooking the mountains.
His fist, hanging by his side, was full of calluses, with remnants of star iron fragnts between his fingers.
Could it be that the Star Rope connecting the Twelve Sword Souls was punched and broken by this seemingly ordinary man?
Baili An’s eyesight was excellent, and looking at the plain man high in the sky, he couldn’t help but frown deeply.
Was it really Hao Nong?
The man who once outside the War Slave Camp, had offered loyalty to him, was now conspiring with Zangxin?
Although Baili An thought to himself about the unpredictability of the world, he still felt a bit strange.
Hao Nong, who had once drunk Moonlight Wine and was a main mber of the Mohe Ancient Secret Dark Departnt, why was he appearing in the Mortal World and causing such intense conflict with the Xijian Sect?
It must be understood, he was neither a mber of the Demon Clan nor a Demon Cultivator, but a bona fide human body cultivation martial artist!
Then Sword Master Yu rose with the wind, standing below the Nine Heavens, stepping into the void, his gaze electrifying, looking at Hao Nong from afar, his tone chilling, his killing intent exposed, "Body Cultivator?!"
Hao Nong touched his nose, smiling on the outside, but his pitch-black and simple eyes were cold and indifferent, "Disciple of Wanren Wang, Hao Nong, greets the Sword Master of the World!"
"Wanren Wang?" At such a life-and-death mont, hearing the na of this force, Sword Master Yu was montarily stunned, his sharpness and killing intent in his eyes slightly restrained.
He squinted his eyes as if suspecting, questioning, "Wanren Wang was sacrificed in blood during the Demon Subjugation War seven hundred years ago, with none surviving! You claim to be a disciple of Wanren Wang, isn’t that absurd?!"
Wanren Wang, seven hundred years ago, was a major sect, with ten thousand disciples under it, hence the na Wanren Wang.
It was one of the few martial artist mixed-cultivation sects at that ti that could stand toe to toe with the Three Sects.
Disciples of Wanren Wang all ca from poor backgrounds, and their Spirit Roots were unremarkable, yet they possessed a tenacious character of persistence in adversity.
Wanren Wang had few sect commandnts, just two.
Endure great cold, embrace great calamities.
If Sword Master Yu created a miracle during the End of Dharma era, Wanren Wang opened a miracle for the world’s martial artists.
Had it not been for the wars back then, with terrible casualties up and down the sect, even the patriarch sacrificed in battle, Wanren Wang would surely have a place among the Three Sects today.
Hao Nong burst into loud laughter, seemingly with tears glittering in his eyes, his smile full of sarcasm and coldness, "Thanks to the Sword Master of the World, back then, you left my master and fellow disciples dead without intact corpses, with their white bones freezing coldly, to this day, with no one to bury them.
Only this unworthy stupid disciple of mine, under my master’s protection, was fortunate to take the innocent children within the sect to struggle for survival."
The usually cold and indifferent gaze of Sword Master Yu, upon hearing these words, couldn’t help but show a trace of heavy sorrow:
"In turbulent tis, protecting one’s life is extrely difficult; the peace of today is built on the blood bones of the predecessors. If you respect your master and uphold the Dao, today’s foolish act is truly uncalled for!"
"Truly uncalled for?!" Hao Nong said harshly, "I am here to collect the bodies of my master and the fellow disciples, what’s wrong with that!"
He opened his palms, and the mottled and fragnted iron scraps seed to be drawn by so sort of sa-origin qi, slowly floating over.
The emotions in Hao Nong’s eyes gradually cald down, until they were dead silent: "Seven hundred years ago, in the Battle of Yuling Pass, the talents of our sect worked hard in the battle initiated by Baili Yu for the righteous path!
But what was the result?! In your eyes, cultivation cultivators, we body cultivation martial artists are ultimately unpresentable. The wars between the righteous and the demonic path, and the battles across the Four Seas lasted hundreds of years, and our Wanren Wang disciples were used by you Immortal Sect people as cannon fodder countless tis, did we ever have a grievance?!"
Sword Master Yu’s gaze was pressed down: "Mr. Hao, don’t you find these words too extre and biased? There are always casualties in war, even within my Xijian Sect, countless disciples were sacrificed back then. If you harbor resentnt because of it, you do not deserve to call yourself a disciple of Wanren Wang!"
Hao Nong seed to have heard the biggest joke, the iron scraps swirling in his palm began to vibrate subtly, and his expression turned ferocious.
"I’m not worthy? Why is Baili Yu worthy to be the Sword Master of the World? What is it? With such a murderous look, because I broke the Star Rope and want to destroy your Sword Mountain, you want to kill ? But are you worthy?"
Hao Nong’s voice questioned, each word crying blood with hatred, "Baili Yu, let ask you, why can a mountain of the mortal world exist without falling for a thousand years? Back in the day, during the great war, the Star Rope in the Nine Heaven Territory was severed by the Demon Sect’s Sect Master Zhao He, and this Heavenly Mountain should have sunk to the earth seven hundred years ago!
Baili Yu! Do you dare to tell your disciples and grand-disciples whose ashes now support the thirteen Star Ropes of the Heavenly Mountain!"
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