Baili An imdiately shook all over, beads of sweat continuously squeezing out of his pores on his forehead, as he turned around pale-faced, facing the handso man.
He ca riding the mountain wind, his black and red robe belonging exclusively to the Xijian Sect fluttered in the mountain breeze, with a feather adorning his waist instead of jade.
His jet-black long hair was ticulously tied up, a black hair crown adorning his topknot, clearly displaying the supre and noble Sword Emblem insignia.
His gaze was deep and stern, with hardly a smile, and he carried a quaint Longsword at his waist.
One hand rigorously pressing on the sword hilt, his presence radiated like two long-prepared blades, exuding a formidable Sword Qi dignified aura.
His floating body gently landed on the mountain path, the blazing afternoon sun filtering through the lush green leaves dappling his black and red robe, making him appear as if bathed in a sacred light, dignified.
Baili An pressed his lips together, nervously greeting, "Greetings, father."
Though he called the man on the mountain path father, the man in the black and red robe looked extrely young, appearing only about twenty-four or twenty-five.
Between them, they seed more like brothers than father and son.
Cultivators are beings who transcend norms, Baili Yu being the master of the Sword Sect.
Although he is nearly a thousand years old, he possesses terrifying cultivation at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, long able to maintain a youthful appearance, thus resembling an ordinary young man.
Baili Yu’s gaze penetrated through Su Jing before him and fell upon his son’s timid face, his sword-like brows slowly knitting as he approached step by step.
Indeed, it was a threatening montum, making people feel an incomparable pressure and suffocating sensation.
Baili An grew up under this oppressive montum, yet until now finds it hard to get used to it, feeling only reverence.
Su Jing sensed the pressure emanating from the man in front of him, not directed at him, but at Baili An behind him.
This caused a blood-red gleam to flash in his eyes.
He once told Baili An that if anyone bullied him, he’d beat them.
Su Jing perceived the powerful aura of this tall and stern man.
Thus, in almost an instant, fierce black flas ignited all over him, the black flas forming a giant mouth of a Ferocious Beast, ready to burn and bite down.
Su Guanhai’s expression turned complex, knowing Baili Yu, despite being proud and arrogant, was a man of discretion, thus he did not intervene.
As for Su Jing’s attack, ha... he was rely at the small Seeking Tao Realm, probably unable to harm Baili Yu in the slightest even if he stood there unflinchingly.
Just as the black flas were about to descend, Baili Yu remained unfazed, continuing forward.
Yet his body suddenly began to turn ethereal like mist, the black and red mist swept over Su Jing’s body, directly ignoring his furious expression and attack.
He passed through him expressionlessly, then the black and red mist condensed into form...
Baili Yu had already stood in front of Baili An, nodding coldly at his son who greeted him, lips etched like a knife’s edge calmly moved, "Stand straight."
Baili An complied, his clothes already soaked through.
"Slap!" An extrely loud crisp sound.
Baili An’s face tilted, his fair and tender cheek clearly marked with five bright red fingerprints, even his lip corner oozed blood.
Su Jing’s eyes inundated with blood red, his attack missed.
He reached to uproot an ancient tree growing wild beside the mountain road, yanking it out, and moist soil sprayed everywhere.
The flourishing ancient tree instantly blazed with black flas, within the black flas, there seed to be the roar of a Ferocious Beast.
Su Jing swung the ancient tree roundly towards Baili Yu fiercely.
Baili Yu finally turned his head to glance at Su Jing, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
He expressionlessly pointed a finger, a dazzling Sword Intent burst from between his fingers, heading skyward.
Whether it was the black flas on the ancient tree or the sturdy ancient tree in Su Jing’s hand, they were instantly slashed into fragnts of wood dust, scattering everywhere, like wood-colored snowfall, burying Su Jing.
Strangely, the wood dust carried the residual might of that single finger, pressing upon Su Jing making him unable to move an inch, only allowing the blood-red fierce intent in his eyes to gradually expand.
Baili Yu had no intention to harm him, lightly said, "Rumors are indeed not false, but today I am not here to verify them.
Today, I’ve co to discipline my own child, so I hope Brother Su to manage your child well, don’t let be troubled."
Su Guanhai laughed angrily, "Discipline? I’d like to know what this child did wrong, worth you coming up and slapping him."
Baili Yu’s gaze sharp as a blade, coldly watching Baili An who slowly lowered his head, said coldly, "It seems you’ve never taken your father’s words to heart."
He gazed in disappointnt, "You ultimately picked up your mother’s crooked paths after all."
Baili An’s chest ached, suddenly lifted his head, finally eting the sharp blade-like glaring eyes earnestly and determinedly said, "Mother is not crooked paths."
Baili Yu coldly sneered, "Ghost Path is an unconventional path, your mother suffered so much because of Ghost Technique, yet you still want to follow in her footsteps?
You’re the legitimate bloodline of the Tianxi Sword Sect, never seen you focus on Sword Dao cultivation, yet insist on choosing an alternative route! Have you forgotten how you once promised your father?! "
Baili An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, said in a deep voice, "Back then I promised father, not to use any power learned from mother to defeat enemies, to diligently cultivate swordsmanship, to glorify the Tianxi Sword Sect, leave an everlasting legacy."
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