Sword Master Yu raised his jet-black sword-like eyebrows, his gaze cold as ice: "Throughout my life, I have been strict with myself, not only demanding to be recognized by rulers and to stand tall between heaven and earth, but also to be true to my heart, leaving a na for eternity. I have never dared to forget the grand feat of the eight thousand disciples of Wanrenwang who fused blood and bones, risking their lives against the Heavenly Tribulation. How could I falter in telling the truth to the world!"
Though extrely enraged, Hao Nong ultimately was not a person who lost his mind. Seeing Sword Master Yu’s honest and unashad deanor, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes as if discerning the truth of his words.
Although Sword Master Yu was furious about the destruction of the Star Rope, after all, these thirteen Star Ropes were reforged and stabilized by the life, souls, and blood of the heroic ancestors of Wanrenwang.
For Hao Nong, the descendant disciple of Wanrenwang, he questioned himself whether there was no justification for a strong kill.
Sword Master Yu forced himself to be patient, speaking calmly: "If you cease this now and turn back before it’s too late, I will not hold you accountable for the destruction of the Star Rope."
Hao Nong thought to himself that the Xijian Sect seed vastly different from what he had expected. His temperant was indeed cold and rigid, but clearly not the hypocrite he had imagined.
Hao Nong naturally disliked killing. He pondered for a mont, then said, "I never intended to kill so many. Your sect’s seven venerable sword elders are not dead, but their souls are trapped in the Life and Death Mirror. Seeing the Sword Master today, I believe you are not the type to kill the donkey once it’s done plowing, but back then, my masters and brothers were forcibly kept in Tianxi, transford into soul chains to forever guard the Heavenly Mountain. As a disciple, I have no choice but to challenge your sect on this matter."
Seeing a chance for negotiation, Sword Master Yu’s expression changed slightly, and he said in a soft tone: "Speak freely."
Hao Nong pointed with a hostile finger, indicating the soul chain of the Sixth Sword from afar, and said coldly: "It is said that the person who advised the Sect Master to retain our eight thousand disciples of Wanrenwang back then was none other than Ji Pei, the master of your sect’s Sixth Sword. Today, we can refrain from a massacre, but I must have Ji Pei’s life!"
To demand the life of a sword master outright with such arrogance made the Sword Intent in Sword Master Yu’s eyes violently erupt!
"Nonsense!"
As the Heavenly Seal Sword Master, he could suspect Ji Pei of disloyalty, of harboring other thoughts about the Xijian Sect, even kneel and punish him, disciplining him by sect rules and regulations.
But what could these nobodies who jumped out mid-way amount to?!
They dare na Ji Pei and demand him!
Because of the subtle rumors between Ji Pei and Ying Ji, he had a subtle dislike and opinion about Ji Pei, yet he didn’t deny that for him, Ji Pei held imnse significance.
In his heart, Ji Pei was a ’rival’ he never took seriously, and more so, the ’cord of causality’ between him and Ying Ji.
Furthermore, Ji Pei’s advice back then created today’s Tianxi. Even if the intentions seed heartless, Sword Master Yu couldn’t just erase his contributions!
Hao Nong seed to have anticipated this outco. He chuckled lowly, his gaze strange: "Sword Master, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?"
As he finished speaking, a blue sword light suddenly shot up from the ground, swifter than a flying swan’s shadow, slicing an inch from Hao Nong’s shoulder, leaving a deep red wound on his Primordial Mansion Realm’s formidable physique.
Amidst the sudden burst of blood, Hao Nong launched a punch at an acute angle, seemingly a simple punch yet layered with infinite Fist Intent.
As the punch landed, the clouds and sea of the sky rolled over like dragons. Even though Jun He, who had slashed a sword from the mountain, narrowly avoided the punch, the ferocious windy punch brushed past his chest, ripping up his clothes into ashes. Among his robust chest muscles, crimson blood pearls seeped out from his pores, striving to erge first.
Engaging so closely with a Body Cultivation Martial Artist was far from wise; Jun He swiftly retreated, the energy flowing through his body soon clotting the blood pearls on his chest. The Gentleman’s Sword suddenly shone brightly, leaping from his hand to form a fan-shaped Sword Array behind him.
With a stern expression, he ford a sword technique with his fingers, his sword qi from the sky behind him rolling into the heavens.
The torrential sword movent crashed upon the soul chain, impacting the two hundred Body Cultivation Martial Artists dissolving the chains beneath with their own energy, yet it was like the ocean waves striking millennia-old rocks. The sound of the tide was like a trumpet shaking the heavens, the strikes of blunt instrunts ringing out, yet not a single one collapsed from the sword movent.
It was as if each was not a re mortal body but transford from mountain rock!
Jun He exhaled slowly, saying in a deep voice: "Sect Master! This person is stalling for ti! Do not fall for it!"
The sword cultivated by Jun He was the most gentle and resilient sword of the great water floating in the sky, yet carrying the Water Spirit Root, the least destructive of the Five Elents.
But with such a spirit root attribute and such a gentle sword, only Jun He could deliver a grand pervasive killing intent throughout the land.
The Body Cultivation Martial Artists, dissolving the Soul Chains’ sword seal with their essence, stood firm, yet their aura was greatly broken, and the previously loosened eleven soul chains returned to being indestructible!
Jun He held his chest, stabilizing his energy, while the Gentleman’s Sword unfolded through the void, moving with the might of the Abyss Sea swallowing a whale, with visions of purple lightning, frosty blue, and countless frozen rivers rolling forth with the sword qi!
Hao Nong coldly snorted, the sword wound on his shoulder had turned into a shallow blood line, and with a punch, he opened a gap in Jun He’s torrential sword movent, leading his n without hesitation, like fallen leaves returning to the forest, disappearing into the Heavenly Mountain.
"Not good!" Jun He’s face changed dramatically.
The Thirteen Soul Chains of the Heavenly Mountain connect the heavens’ Upper Pure Realm with the thirteen Sword Soul cores within the Heavenly Mountain. If they stood on the chains with a clear objective, it wouldn’t be difficult to counteract and prevent them.
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