Cultivating the Thirteen Swords of Gale required a heavy sword to temper the body. The most important thing was to train the strength of the arms and wrists.
All this while, Su Yi had been carrying the broken sword on his back and training the strength of his arms and wrists whenever he had the time.
Now that the broken sword was in Su Yi's hands, it was as heavy as ten thousand pounds. It was a terrifying weight.
"Swish Swish …"
The sword art in Su Yi's hands changed as he cultivated the Thirteen Swords of Gale. The wind attribute energy fluctuation around him was slow and jerky.
Not far away, the Xuanyang Golden Demonic Falcon was entrenched in golden light. Its sharp eyes scanned the surroundings and landed on Su Yi from time to time. Its eyes were filled with astonishment.
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The Gimdao Sect might not be considered a huge force in the entire Chaos Region.
However, over the past few years, the Gimdao Sect was a force that couldn't be underestimated within a few hundred miles.
Over the past few years, the Gimdao Sect had annexed many small forces nearby and became the largest force within a few hundred miles.
The Gimdao Sect's Sect Master, Yang Baikun, was at the fifth level of the Origin Emperor Realm. In addition to Yang Baikun, there were three other Origin Emperor experts in the Gimdao Sect.
Most importantly, the strongest person in the Gimdao Sect wasn't the Sect Master, Yang Baikun, but Yang Yi. The father of the Gimdao Sect's Sect Master, Yang Baikun, was rumored to be in seclusion.
It was because of Yang Yi's existence that the Gimdao Sect was able to rise. They annexed many forces nearby and became the largest mountain sect within a few hundred miles.
The majestic buildings were connected and the pavilions alternated. The surrounding mountains were rugged, but the surrounding area was filled with the energy of heaven and earth.
In the vast plaza, there was a huge golden blade that was made of pure gold. It pointed to the void and was several feet tall. It was filled with golden light and had a sharp aura.
"Investigate! You must find out who killed my son! I will make him beg for death! I will tear his body into a thousand pieces!"
An enraged and cold voice came out from the hall. It was mixed with Yuan Qi and shook the void. This was the extreme anger of this person.
His son was killed without a corpse. In the end, they found the scene and determined that his son was killed. How could Yang Baikun not be angry?
Yang Chuan was Yang Baikun's only son, and he had always spoiled him. He was the only son of the seven generations of the Yang Clan, and he was the heir of the Yang Clan. However, he was killed by someone. Yang Baikun's current mood was understandable. He was indescribably sad and furious.
For Yang Baikun, the death of his only son, Yang Chuan, was an unspeakable secret.
The cultivation method he practiced was a little overbearing. When he was young, he overdid it and caused some small accidents. He almost went berserk and couldn't extricate himself. Although he was fine in the end, his body was seriously damaged, causing him to be unable to carry on his ancestral line. Fortunately, Yang Chuan was already born at that time, so this was also the reason why he especially spoiled Yang Chuan.
Yang Baikun's only son had been killed, and the Yang family had only one son in seven generations. One could imagine how Yang Baikun was feeling right now.
Yang Baikun originally looked like he was in his fifties, but at this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years overnight. His hair was white, and his eyes were cold. His eyes were bloodshot with anger, adding to his sinister look.
"Sect Master, this area is the territory of our Golden Saber Sect. It shouldn't be a big problem. Furthermore, Huang Jian is here. Those below the Origin Emperor Realm shouldn't have much of a chance against Huang Jian. This time, Young Sect Master went hunting. Could it be that Yin Yang Hell Flood Dragon's doing?"
Said an old man in his sixties. He looked like he was in his sixties. His aura was calm, but his eyes were bright. He was wearing a tight robe. His black hair was neatly combed into a bun. He gave off an aura that couldn't be underestimated.
"The Yin Yang Hell Flood Dragon has always been afraid of our Gimdao Sect. We don't want to offend the Demon Emperor in that area. That's why we don't offend the Demon Emperor. That's why he wouldn't risk offending our Gimdao Sect. I've personally investigated the scene. Although there are traces of Demon Beasts, they aren't strong.
Hearing this, Yang Baikun thought for a moment. His rage didn't affect his judgment. Otherwise, the Golden Saber Sect wouldn't have been able to grow stronger and stronger under his leadership.
However, Yang Baikun seemed to have thought of something. He frowned slightly and said, "But we can't be sure that it's not the doing of the Yin Yang Hell Flood Dragon."
"Senior Brother, there are remnants of the Origin Emperor Realm's aura. Since there are Origin Emperors, I'm afraid this matter is a little strange. Could it be the doing of those sects?"
Said a middle-aged man. His eyes were flickering with golden light, revealing a kind of fierceness.
Strictly speaking, he was a middle-aged fat man. He was so fat that it was difficult to describe his head and ears.
The seat that the middle-aged man was sitting on was custom-made. It was three times the size of an ordinary person's seat. At this moment, it was a little crowded for him. There were circles of fat around his stomach, as if the seat would collapse at any time.
"No matter who did it, we must get to the bottom of it!"
Yang Baikun sneered. His eyes were cold. He said in a sinister voice, "When I find out who did it, I will not let him go. I will make him beg for death!"
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"Awoo …"
The tide of beasts surged, roaring like thunder.
"It's the Demon King. We're done for!"
"Help, who can come and save us!"
The Feng Clan was in chaos and fear. Everyone was trembling with fear. The Demonic Emperor had personally arrived, bringing with him a majestic army of demonic beasts.
The Great Elder of the Feng Clan and the others were as pale as ashes. The Demon King had come in person with a group of Demon Void Realm experts. Any one of them could massacre the Feng Clan.
"How dare you let a few humans deal with me. Do you really think that those humans are my match? You're just courting death!"
The Yin Yang Hell Emperor had transformed into a man. His eyes were sinister and his eyes were alternating between black and white. He looked a little evil. The terrifying aura on his body made everyone's hair stand on end. They could not help but tremble.
"Demon King, it's really not our fault. We're also victims. Those people injured us. We're also victims."
An elder explained. It was not difficult to understand from the words of the Yin Yang Hell Emperor that those terrifying experts, including the Origin Emperor Realm experts, had been killed by the Yin Yang Hell Emperor.
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