The atmosphere felt off.
Ever since Zhang Kuang arrived on Earth, he has always appeared unruffled, even though he didn’t seem like a decent fellow. Even when battling the flesh giant, an embodint of the White Mane star people, he managed to crush them while basking in it...
But now, his mood was unusually foul.
If soone claid that the Demon Child felt imbalanced after sensing that the Sword Master was stronger than himself, it wouldn’t make any sense!
Zhang Kuang is not that kind of person!
Normally, shouldn’t the stronger his opponent, the more excited and spirited he becos?
Could it be that Wu Di, after tempting fate too often, finally hit a sore spot and is truly going to be beaten to death?
"Demon Child, when you brought this boy back to the Grass Hut Academy, you commanded the power of Thunder?"
Su Qiangwei quickly assessed the situation and changed the subject, "Aren’t you supposed to use a spear?"
Zhang Kuang’s mind seed quite small indeed, as his attention swiftly shifted from his previous contemplation.
His eyebrows relaxed, and he spoke in a reminiscent tone, "Initially, I was just an ordinary farr."
"Later, I received a legacy from the Sword Master, and in one night, I entered the Dao, mastering the boundless elents between heaven and earth with a single thought."
"A re Thunder is just one of many thods."
As he spoke, Zhang Kuang reached out his hand and lightly pointed into the void ahead.
"tal!"
A long tallic sword, shimring with a sharp, cold light, suddenly appeared and pierced the ground.
Boom!
The earth trembled!
The shape of this long sword was identical to that of Lin Qiubai’s Spirit Sword, except it was a full azure blue.
It stood "tall" at fifteen ters, as if it had been proportionally enlarged.
The second-term mbers who were learning the basics of the Seven Vortex Swordsmanship in the Sword Pavilion had just received their standard-issue swords. Hearing the commotion, they all rushed out of the pavilion to witness this spectacular scene.
Standing before this giant sword made one feel exceedingly small, like a tiny ant, marveling at what incredible being could wield such a terrifying weapon.
Li Xing instinctively pulled out his phone.
But his phone had already turned into a block of ice.
He was stomping his feet in frustration.
Fortunately, the girl nad Qian Xixi from the sa term was kind enough to lend him her phone; otherwise, Li Xing probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep well for days.
Recording mode, start!
"Wood!"
Boom!
A towering wooden figure, standing over thirty ters high, knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Kuang, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The soil flew in all directions, as one foot and knee of the wooden figure lightly shattered the hard ground, deeply embedding themselves into the earth.
"Water!"
The previously clear and cloudless sky was bright and breezy.
Yet, as soon as the Demon Child uttered that word, countless water droplets congregated in the sky, forming an ocean.
Looking up, it seed as though a blue ocean had been inverted and hung in the air by an invisible force!
A breeze carrying a mix of fresh and algae scent wafted in.
"Fire!"
The violent, searing fla filled everyone’s view.
Even the mbers who had intentionally distanced themselves from the Demon Child found the heat unbearable, drenched in sweat, their hair nearly singed from the intense heat, emitting a burnt protein odor.
Flas roared to the heavens, swiftly evaporating a celestial river suspended in the sky!
Sizzle...
Smoke and clouds swirled.
The entire Grass Hut Academy was enveloped in a dense, humid mist, with a hidden undercurrent of heat.
As the celestial river was about to be completely evaporated, Zhang Kuang tilted his head and flicked his fingers lightly, transforming the wooden giant into spots of brown and green light, dispersing them into the world.
But that wasn’t all.
"Earth!"
With the Demon Child’s command, the terrain transford!
The landscape, wrecked by the previous four elents, restored itself before their eyes!
In the end, only that extravagantly styled giant sword remained in place.
"Ignorant!"
Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces, instead of feeling satisfied, Zhang Kuang exhibited a hint of annoyance, "Mastering elents and borrowing the power of heaven and earth are re spectacles—tactics favored by the weaklings, nowhere near as tangible as Lifebound Spiritual Soldiers!"
"Whether it’s a spear or a sword, they far exceed these flimsy thods a thousandfold!"
With those words, he waved his hand listlessly.
The blazing red Spirit Sword, ford by the "Sword Rhythm" that lingered in the sky, swept across the sky.
Swoosh!
A flash of Sword Aura!
Clang!
A piercing tallic resonance echoed through the heavens and earth.
Demonic music filled their minds!
Everyone covered their ears, but the action seed useless.
The giant sword and the remnant shadow of the Sword Rhythm shattered simultaneously, transforming into a sky full of tal butterflies, rging into the wind and slowly dissipating, leaving not a single speck of tal residue.
If not for the deep pit left at the scene, everyone would have thought everything that just happened was just an illusion.
After doing all this, the Demon Prince sneered: "The various disciples are weak; in the vast Cangming, only the Sword Master can fight ."
"Demon Prince! Demon Prince!"
Wu Di raised his hand, seemingly also shaken by the scene just now, with an obedient deanor: "I have a question to ask."
Zhang Kuang also raised his hand.
A mont later, a bottle of white wine flew from the horizon and landed in his hand.
Zhang Kuang directly bit off the bottle cap, treating the glass shards as if they were small biscuits, crunching them and swallowing them down, pairing them with the white wine, as if treating them as a snack with his drink.
"Speak."
With approval, Wu Di cautiously asked: "You just said that you received the inheritance of the Sword Master, but you don’t use a sword!"
After drinking, Zhang Kuang seed to be in a much better mood, not caring about the many watching eyes, and even a little fellow holding a phone recording video.
He spoke casually: "Receiving the inheritance of the Sword Master, that’s right."
"But..."
"Those sects imposed heavy farming taxes, and levied continual extortionate levies, in the city, in the town, people died of hunger every day."
"People like couldn’t afford to buy a sword when we couldn’t even get enough to eat."
"I went to reason with them."
"They wouldn’t listen."
"So..."
The Demon Prince seed to recall sothing amusing and silently laughed with a grin: "I just killed all those who wouldn’t listen."
"All the accumulated supplies of those sects were slted together by , forging a fine spear!"
"In battle, wielding a spear is the most satisfying!"
After andering in thought for a while, the Demon Prince steered the conversation back on track: "Later, I took over the territory of the Nanqing Sword Sect, abolishing taxes and duties. I originally thought that at most two or three years, the makeshift group would collapse."
"Unexpectedly, people kept bringing money, grain, and lives, and the talents under my command grew more nurous."
"But then, a problem arose."
The Demon Prince furrowed his brow: "I found that the enemies grew weaker, and no one could give a thrilling fight like before."
"Fortunately, this problem isn’t hard to solve."
Zhang Kuang let out a strange laugh: "I recruited so scholars to write manifestos, reproducing the Sword Master’s inheritance ten thousand tis, spreading it across the world!"
"Regardless of birth, noble or humble, whether male or female, whether rich or poor."
"As long as they were human, could understand the text, they all could step into the path of cultivation according to the Sword Master’s inheritance!"
"I drank and practiced my spear every day, without expanding my territory."
"Just like this, after decades, Cangming Star saw over a hundred heroes called the Saint’s Son arise."
"They stirred the world, manipulated great powers, and contended with ."
Zhang Kuang drank the bottle of wine to the bottom, with the empty bottle being consud as a snack cleanly: "Lo..."
"The biggest problem was solved."
Li Xing, who was filming, trembled with excitent.
After being saved by Ma Ran, he often went with Qi An to find Ma Ran to bond, also heard so things related to Cangming Star, knowing that the Demon Prince was the second man after the Sword Master to unify Cangming Star.
However, the environnt they were in was different.
The Sword Master was born during a little ice age, leading the Human Race to fight against natural disasters.
The Demon Prince was born in an era of a hundred schools of thought, focusing on the conflicts and struggles between different ideological factions and sects.
Previously, no one could have guessed that the era of a hundred voices, where the disciples reigned, was crafted single-handedly by the Demon Prince!
As the saying goes: "One branch is not spring, a hundred flowers bloom in a prosperous garden!"
What grandeur!
What boldness!
What heroic spirit!
What...
Arrogance!
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