Wu Tian’s gaze was filled with killing intent as he sneered, "On my turf, you dare speak to like that? The three of you will be leaving your lives behind today!"
To enter uninvited is the act of a thief, not a friend. To speak so brazenly in a host’s ho... that is not a friend, but an enemy.
Wu Tian was furious. Others might fear the so-called Great Sects, but he certainly didn’t. He had seen far more formidable Divine Dynasties and witnessed the terror of Holy Sects whose ancestors included Immortal Emperors. Yet, even they were utterly eradicated after offending him. What were these three in comparison?
The Three Swords were accustod to throwing their weight around. They had only been so deferential to Wu Tian because they thought he might beco Luo Qingyi’s man. But now...
The Xuanming Sword chuckled. "What are you planning? Ganging up on us? It’s true, there are only three of us. If your entire group attacked, you could probably wipe out the Righteous Alliance, let alone us. But have you thought about the consequences...?"
The Goumang Sword looked at Wu Tian with a smile. "What a pity. You’ve given up the chance to beco the Honorable Master—a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity. Once missed, it may never co again."
The Zhurong Sword, however, had no patience for words. "Co on, all of you! It’ll be worth it if I can take a few hundred of you down with !"
With that, he charged at Wu Tian, ready to fight to the death. He was not one for thinking; his temper was as explosive as the fire god Zhurong, and his only thought was to kill Wu Tian. As for whether he himself would die in the process, his simple mind didn’t bother with such details.
If one had to force a connection between the Zhurong Sword and actual swordsmanship, it would be that his personality was just as crude and forceful. His charge was like that of a wild bull, and the wind he kicked up sent the tables and chairs in the hall swaying wildly. At a stretch, its sheer force could barely be compared to a sword’s thrust.
Feeling the Zhurong Sword’s killing intent, Wu Tian’s heart grew cold. He activated the Spirit Root of Earth within him, which had absorbed a great deal of Spiritual Energy recently. If asured by Spiritual Power alone, he was at the Integration phase of Cultivation. Of course, Wu Tian’s circumstances were unique, and his true combat prowess was far greater. The Three Swords, for their part, appeared to be at the sa level as Wu Tian’s surface cultivation—the Integration phase of The Ninth Realm. Seeing the Zhurong Sword’s approach, it was clear he intended to ram Wu Tian to death.
Wu Tian chuckled and lashed out with a vicious kick.
The Zhurong Sword ca charging headfirst like a locomotive. In the next instant, his forehead t the sole of Wu Tian’s shoe.
BOOM!
With a thunderous crack, the Zhurong Sword was sent flying. The Goumang Sword and Xuanming Sword rushed to catch him, but he was already dead, his eyes wide open in disbelief. Wu Tian’s kick had shattered his Nascent Soul.
"How... how is this possible?" the Goumang Sword and Xuanming Sword exclaid in shock. They never expected Wu Tian could kill the Zhurong Sword with a single kick.
What does this an? That when Wu Tian destroyed the Righteous Alliance, Yin Fengxue was rely providing support? That Wu Tian had the power to annihilate the Righteous Alliance all by himself?
"Do you have anything else to say now?" Wu Tian asked as he slowly walked toward the two survivors.
The Goumang Sword and Xuanming Sword exchanged a dark look. They had assud that Wu Tian would need his entire group to defeat them. But now, it was clear he could handle them all on his own.
"Let’s... let this matter end here," the Goumang Sword stamred, facing Wu Tian’s cold expression. "We... we have other business, so we’ll be taking our leave."
Even a fool could see that the man before them was completely different from the one described in the rumors. The stories claid that Wu Tian had grandly led a group to annihilate the Righteous Alliance, with the credit going to his whole team and Liu Tianji orchestrating things from the inside, perhaps with poison or so other trick. Now, the Goumang Sword and Xuanming Sword realized just how unreliable rumors could be. The fact that Wu Tian dared to kill the Zhurong Sword proved he was utterly decisive. When he decided to kill, he never once considered the consequences.
Cold sweat trickled down the Goumang Sword’s forehead. The Xuanming Sword, however, still failed to grasp the situation. "You killed the Zhurong Sword! Do you have any idea that we’re acting on behalf of the Great Sect?"
The Goumang Sword tugged at him. "Stop talking! Let’s get out of here!"
But the Xuanming Sword was stubborn, and his temper flared. "Why should I? He killed soone from our Great Sect, and you’re telling to shut up?"
Wu Tian chuckled and clenched his fists. Like a lion poised to strike, he remained still for a heartbeat before suddenly charging forward.
The Xuanming Sword froze. I didn’t attack first like the Zhurong Sword did, so why is Wu Tian attacking ? He was rattled, his mind in chaos. He knew that if he fought Wu Tian, he would end up just like the Zhurong Sword—dead.
The Xuanming Sword scrambled behind the Goumang Sword, who said grimly, "We split up and run! It’s our only chance of survival."
The Xuanming Sword nodded. But in the next mont, he shoved the Goumang Sword directly at Wu Tian and turned to flee.
Split up and run for a slim chance of survival? Wu Tian would obviously chase one of them, and whoever he chased was guaranteed to die. I’m not going to be that person. By pushing the Goumang Sword at Wu Tian, he could create the distraction he needed to escape.
The Five Swords... as close as brothers!
"No!" the Goumang Sword cried out in shock. Pushed unexpectedly toward Wu Tian, he had no ti to defend himself and could only watch as the fist hurtled toward him.
But Wu Tian didn’t hesitate. His punch flew true, piercing through the Nascent Soul. The blow sent the Goumang Sword flying like a leaf in a gale. He hit the ground, dead.
anwhile, the Xuanming Sword had already fled No Heaven Villa via Sword Control. He breathed a sigh of relief, not caring in the least that his sworn brother was dead.
"Die!"
But how could Wu Tian let him escape? He hurled the sword in his hand, sending it streaking across the sky.
WHOOSH!
The Xuanming Sword had not yet flown beyond the range of Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense; the blade raced after him. Just as the Xuanming Sword thought he had escaped and began to relax, his guard now down...
WHOOSH!
A sword pierced through his body, shattering his Nascent Soul. The Xuanming Sword was finished.
Yin Fengxue voiced her concern. "They’re dead, but what about Miss Luo Qingyi...?"
"I’ll handle it. None of you need to worry," Wu Tian stated simply. With that, Yin Fengxue and the others dispersed.
Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan went to the backyard. He had just wiped out the Righteous Alliance, and now the top-ranked Great Sect was already knocking on his door.
Is the path of the strong truly paved with endless trouble? The tree wishes for quiet, but the wind will not cease. Even if you want to hide, fate will deliver trouble right to your doorstep. You either get killed, or you gain experience.
Returning to the backyard, Wu Tian saw that Qin Yuhan had already dressed the plump girl up nicely. Though she was plump, once cleaned up and properly grood, she was quite beautiful and looked vibrant. Wu Tian suddenly felt she had the potential of the fad Noble Consort, Yang Guifei—plump, but stunning.
Her appearance, however, wasn’t what concerned Wu Tian. What intrigued him was her immortal power. Where did it co from?
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