"If you step out of the palace today, then Master Painter will not leave the Xu Country alive!" Wen Lingfei did not try to negotiate.
"Sect Leader Wen, are you serious?"
"If I give up my luxurious life and my wealth to cultivate in the Mount Ling Sword Sect for twenty years and still have to make do with others, then what is the point of everything I have done?" Wen Lingfei said coldly. The aura of a sect leader was fully displayed at this moment.
She stood there like a Milky Way waterfall, making people feel a sense of suffocation when they got close.
"Sect Leader Wen, I agree with some of your words, but there is one thing you are wrong about." Zhu Minglang stood in front of the door that led to the courtyard. Behind him were the towering palace walls and the golden autumn moon. The resplendent night light poured down, outlining Zhu Minglang's tall and firm figure.
"Our ideals are different, there is no right or wrong!"
"In this world, other than Zhu Xuehen, no one can be compared to you in the Way of the Sword …" Zhu Minglang slowly raised his hand.
The night sky was clear and the moon was dazzling. However, a blazing sword was burning. That blinding crimson seemed to want to light up the entire night sky of the palace. Even the indigo blue and silver stars and moon were dyed a bright fiery red!!
Raging flames suddenly appeared on his palm. Fiery tails that were like dragons wrapped around Zhu Minglang's long arm. They quickly seeped into his blood vessels, meridians, and bones, causing Zhu Minglang's entire body to be like a piece of iron that had been tempered thousands of times. Every inch of his muscles and bones exploded with a blazing power, as if a demon god had awakened from his mortal body!
"Fire Scar Sword – Sword Awakens!"
The heart flame that could not be extinguished even after ten thousand years, as long as it was raised and swung at the destined enemy, this undying fire would burn on the rusty sword again and become glorious again!
His aura was like a waterfall, cold and majestic. However, Wen Lingfei's aura couldn't suppress Zhu Minglang's burning aura. Her face was red and her eyes were filled with disbelief!
Zhu Minglang clearly did not possess any Swordsman cultivation.
Why was it that at this moment …
Powerful, wild, and imposing like a fiery mountain range, causing the entire palace to feel as if it had fallen into a sea of flames, engulfed by heatwaves.
"Isn't Master Wen obsessed with the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's Sky Fall Sword Art?" Zhu Minglang held the Fire Scar Sword in his hand. The flames were burning fiercely, dancing lightly. The flames were like a red lotus in the sky!
"Hmph! Even if you can execute twelve swords, what can you do to me?!" Wen Lingfei had already held the sword in her hand. This sword was like jade, bright and beautiful. Under the moonlight, it would turn white, and under the flames, it would turn red!
"The first twelve swords couldn't even touch Master Wen's hair. But these last five swords had cut through the veins of the earth, causing a huge piece of land to fall. I wonder how many swords Master Wen can take!" Zhu Minglang's aura suddenly exploded.
Right now, Zhu Minglang was like a volcano. The lava inside had exploded, causing the entire volcano to explode. The hot liquid and the lava were all spreading out at the same time. If such a horrifying power were to spread out, this palace would be turned into ashes instantly.
However, Zhu Minglang had already reached the realm where he could control this aura at will. When he directed this power towards Wen Lingfei, the entire room did not even shake. However, Wen Lingfei was in the middle of a horrifying disaster. She felt like the sky was falling and the earth was sinking. She could not even stand properly!
"Falling Sky Swordsmanship …"
Without using the first twelve swords, Zhu Minglang directly started with the fourteenth sword. The huge palace and the luxurious palace were silent. Even the wind did not change. However, when Zhu Minglang's sword fell, Wen Lingfei's expression changed.
She lifted the sword and stepped on the eaves of the palace lightly. She soared into the night sky like a nightingale. Soon, she got rid of Zhu Minglang's aura …
Wen Lingfei flew higher and higher. The vast palace was like a drawing on the ground. She had a panoramic view of the entire capital.
Lowering her head, Wen Lingfei's gaze passed through the hollow roof and saw Zhu Minglang. She also saw his pair of burning eyes that were still locked on her. That pair of eyes was inexplicably eye-catching. It was as if he was still staring at her even after she had flown into the Nine Heavens!
"Rosefinch Sword!"
The sword style was no different from a whisper beside her ear.
Zhu Minglang swung his sword at the night sky. He swung it at Wen Lingfei who was trying to get rid of his aura. In an instant, the sword bloomed like a fire lotus. The night sky seemed to be burning. A Heavenly Beast Rosefinch descended among billions of stars. It was born from the crimson autumn moon. It spread out its flaming wings and seemed to be able to cover the entire capital of the Xu Kingdom. Its magnificent body made the night sky seem crowded!
The sword-fire took the shape of a Heavenly Beast Rosefinch. For a moment, the streets, houses, and small courtyards of the capital were illuminated in crimson. The high walls of the palace were like a fiery sun rising from the east …
People looked up. Under the intense burning night sky, they could see a graceful woman. She was swinging her sword into the night sky countless times. Every sword was like a raging river. If any sword accidentally passed by the street, it would be razed to the ground!
However, such sword energy couldn't tear the Rosefinch Sword apart.
The Rosefinch Sword fell toward the palace. The magnificent palaces and buildings of the palace would be reduced to ashes at any time!
"Sect Master Wen, don't you dare threaten me, Zhu Minglang, in the future. Otherwise, your palace, your Sword Sect, and you will all be turned into dust by me!"
Wen Lingfei was horrified. The Sword Fire Vermilion Bird was too overbearing. She might be able to survive the Sword Fire Vermilion Bird, but the palace beneath her feet would be obliterated in an instant. Tens of thousands of nobles, palace maids, and guards would all perish!
However, just as the raging Vermillion Bird Swordfire came into contact with the eaves of the tallest building, the raging flames that filled the sky actually turned into nondestructive fireworks in an instant. Other than the beauty and magnificence of the building, nothing was destroyed.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, every tile, as well as the palace maids and guards who were stunned as if they were dreaming of purgatory, not even a strand of their hair was burned. However, the fear of seeing the gates of hell spread from the depths of their hearts to their entire bodies. They all collapsed to the ground as if they were paralyzed …
Consort Wen Lingfei landed on the high eaves of the Princess Palace under the night sky of death.
Her eyes were cold as she stared at Zhu Minglang who had already jumped onto the walls of the palace.
Zhu Minglang turned around to look at her. From this woman's eyes, Zhu Minglang understood something even more complicated. However, there wouldn't be any results at this time.
"You can hide, but you can't hide from our fate." Wen Lingfei's voice was calm.
If the path of cultivation was a journey to the heavens, millions of mortals would slowly fall silent in the mountains. In the end, only a few people would meet at the top of the Gate of Heaven.
Before this, Wen Lingfei thought that Zhu Minglang would struggle to follow behind her, but at least she would be able to see his figure.
But now, she believed that there would be a place for Zhu Minglang at the pinnacle of those few people. No matter which peak they started from, which piece of land they started to climb from, in the end, they would still be at the peak of the highest mountain, watching each other out of loneliness.
This was their fate. Why struggle? So what if the scenery along the way was beautiful?
"I've calculated my fate. In order to comply with this fate, I have to work harder." Zhu Minglang said to Wen Lingfei.
With that, he put away his sword and jumped down from the tall palace wall of the palace. He threw himself into the vast and bustling city, no longer reluctant to leave the palace and the beautiful sect leader.
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