513: Chapter 24: Sword Madman’s Visiting Card, The Spirit of a Famous General!_2 513: Chapter 24: Sword Madman’s Visiting Card, The Spirit of a Famous General!_2 “If he cos, both of us together won’t withstand his Pure Yang Power,”
“Why so fearful?”
“To degrade our status for nothing!
He is also a Grandmaster with a spiritual essence, versed in the Martial Arts intent through divine will; can’t he see beyond life and death?
No, let’s go out together.
I heard Spear Madman is quite a handso young man, why not try the flavor…”
The voice hadn’t yet faded.
Suddenly, a sound of sword resonated.
The sword sound was clear and resonant, as if heaven and earth were shaking together; all disciples of Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect who practiced with swords felt their weapons at their waists leap up.
The expressions of all ten elders of the sect changed abruptly, they raised their heads to see that the sky had darkened.
It was almost instinctual.
The other nine elders not locked by the aura, together with the Sect Master of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect, simultaneously moved.
They used their Absolute Skills as though struggling out of a quagmire, instantly distancing themselves with a thought.
The Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect Formation was completely useless.
It was penetrated directly!
A stream of Sword Qi swept past, the great hall, the stage, shattered in layers.
Like thousands of troops charging forward!
The Great Elder of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect hadn’t even spoken yet.
Zheng!!!!
A clear and resonant sound.
That beautiful head was directly smashed as if by brutal gale and giant waves.
The head shattered into dust, filth spraying directly onto the plaque of Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect’s great hall, atop the ancestors’ morial tablets, neatly bisected in the middle!
The dust spread, slowly clearing, the ten elders, or rather, the remaining nine elders and the Sect Master, now saw above the broken Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect Formation in the sky, debris drifting down, the headless body of the Great Elder of Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect still standing there.
Blood was splattered everywhere.
A Grandmaster-level Martial Artist, his Dharma Form completely vanished.
All disciples of Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect turned deathly pale; in this dead silence, the grand main hall of Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect slowly toppled to one side, crashing to the ground with a colossal, thunderous sound.
In this almost dead silence, an elder who had been in closed-door cultivation suddenly broke through and erged, shouting:
“What’s going on?!”
“Who dares to violate my sect!!!”
As the elder erged, his manner vigorous, the heaven and earth seed to darken, the ambiance of Yin and Yang extrely strong, beginning to twist heaven and earth.
Many Martial Artists raised their heads to see in the sky above, as if a vast Yin Yang Fish was swirling and transforming.
Encompassing tens of miles around.
One elder laughed loudly, hands behind his back, arriving through the air.
This is the depth of a major sect, already ranked among the top ten Grandmasters of Jianghu, simply hadn’t taken action lately, his power growing ever deeper, hence such a lineage of over two hundred years, a systematically built power that others hesitated to provoke.
Attack the young, provoke the old; this wasn’t just an empty saying.
But this elder, representing the depth and backing of the major sect, upon seeing this one sword, suddenly lost all color in his face.
His previously vigorous and domineering spirit disappeared, rely standing there, the Sect Master asked, “Supre Elder, you…”
She saw the expression of this extraordinary powerhouse who had lived two hundred years, paused, and said:
“Yes, Jianghu legend, isn’t it?”
The elder suddenly burst into laughter, saying:
“Jianghu legend?
Jianghu legend?”
He turned and dashed furiously, angrily tearing the Great Elder into shreds, finally, despondently, he replied, “If it were the four great legends, it would be nothing; the Supre Forget Love of the Taoist Sect, Qingpao Changsheng seeking only the Tao, South Sea Whale Fisherman carefree and spontaneous, the other living in seclusion.”
“If they ca here, we might still stand a chance.”
The Sect Master was greatly alard and imdiately suggested, “Should we leave quickly?”
The Supre Elder said, “No, stay here.”
The Sect Master was confused.
The Supre Elder, his eyes closed, replied:
“A life of Yin One Sword, bearing the infamous na for two hundred years.”
“This is the Sword Madman’s invitation.”
Then no one spoke another word.
Only the wind blew gently, the sword sound continued, gradually becoming gentle.
The head of the Great Elder of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect was just an invitation, the sword sound hanging over their heads, Sword Madman’s invitation ant only one outco—death.
And Sword Madman’s invitation had only one aning now.
“I am coming.”
“You are not allowed to leave!”
……
Li Guanyi left the Flowing Wind Returning Snow Pavilion, quickly resolving his affairs in Zhenbei City.
Xue Zhaoji stayed behind to maintain the normal operations of the pavilion and even advanced a considerable amount of Silver Coin to Li Guanyi as travel expenses.
Just before the day when the rivalry among the three generals of Zhenbei City finally yielded a result, Li Guanyi’s ox cart changed into a rchant convoy, setting off with many goods.
Li Guanyi, sitting inside the carriage, was not used to it.
Only Shaking Light quietly extended her finger, peeling grapes one by one, placing them into her mouth.
Slowly eating them.
Qilin rolled over and lay there, before the grand ceremony, it was already sumr, and now, a month before autumn, it was still the hottest ti.
Qilin, though indifferent to the heat, did not like the stifling and damp feeling; Changfeng Building had provided a lot of ice blocks for it.
Qilin lay there, next to a box filled with ice blocks.
Qilin stretched out a paw.
Digging in it, he scooped out a handful of ice cubes and tossed them up.
The ice cubes landed in his mouth.
Qilin crunched the ice contentedly, so cheerfully it scarcely needs saying.
He thought back over the past eleven years, his life in the Imperial Palace of Chen Country; Qilin nearly cried, he hadn’t even hatched out five hundred years ago, yet he wasn’t even grown up yet.
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