"Zhou Yang, as the sword-bearing disciple of the Celestial Sword Clan, I'm also your eldest brother. Give me some face and let Zhou Xianxian leave the peak. Make peace with the Liuguang Clan."
"Make peace?" Zhou Yang laughed. After a while, he said, "You say you're the eldest brother. Let me ask you, did you think I would lose? Did you think I would die at Zhou Xianxian's hands? "
Zi Ying said nothing.
"You thought I would die from the beginning, but why didn't you say anything when Zhou Xianxian attacked? Why didn't you stop Leng Hao and Zhou Xianxian? Now that Zhou Xianxian has lost, don't be the eldest brother. What kind of eldest brother are you?" Zhou Yang's eyes were full of disdain.
"Zhou Yang, don't be ungrateful," Zi Ying said coldly.
"Don't think too highly of yourself. Your face is worthless in my eyes."
After saying that, Zhou Yang grabbed Zhou Xianxian. Blue Truefire surged again.
Zhou Xianxian was stunned. Her eyes were begging for mercy. "Zhou Yang, I beg you, I beg you, don't destroy my Dantian. If my Dantian is destroyed, I will have nothing. Please, for father's sake, for the sake of the blood connection between us …"
"Shut up!"
Zhou Yang shouted angrily. His eyes were full of killing intent.
"Zhou Xianxian, you've forgotten your roots. The Zhou Clan doesn't need a disdainful disciple like you. From now on, as the Zhou Clan's heir, I will officially expel you from the clan. At the same time, I will take back everything you've gained from the Zhou Clan."
"No … Zhou Yang, I cultivated myself. I cultivated in the Tiangang Sword Sect. You don't have the right to take it back," Zhou Xianxian roared.
"Is that so? If I remember correctly, father was the one who helped you open up your astral glint. After you fused with the astral soul, father was also the one who saved your life. In the end, he even used his natal yuan qi to help you control the astral soul. Without father's natal yuan qi, you wouldn't have been able to achieve this."
After saying that, Zhou Yang's face turned cold.
"No … I don't want to become trash. Big brother, big brother, save me!" A loud cry resounded. A sword light came from the Celestial Sword Peak.
"Stop!"
A voice came from afar. Zhou Aotian rushed towards the peak with his sword.
But it was too late.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly. In the next moment, he mercilessly slammed his palm down. In an instant, the terrifying True Blue Flame pierced through Zhou Xianxian's Dantian. Zhou Xianxian's whole body immediately went limp on the ground, becoming a complete cripple.
The higher you climb, the more painful it is when you fall.
At this moment, Zhou Xianxian completely understood what it meant to live a life worse than death.
His eyes were deathly gray.
"Little sister!"
Zhou Aotian was stunned when he landed on the ground.
"Kill me, just kill me …" Zhou Xianxian's desperate voice made everyone shudder.
A sword-bearing disciple was crippled just like that.
"Zhou Yang, do you know how much my mother loved Xian Xian?" Zhou Aotian's eyes were filled with coldness.
"Your mother has already left the Zhou Family. What does she have to do with me?" Zhou Yang said disdainfully.
"Fine, then killing you has nothing to do with you!"
"Zhou Aotian."
Gai Yang shouted angrily and stood in front of Zhou Aotian.
"Gai Yang, this is a private matter between me and Zhou Yang. You'd better not interfere," Zhou Aotian said with murderous intent.
"The Sword Master is not allowed to interfere in the Battle of the Summit. I'm just reminding you that your rules don't work on the summit. That senior won't listen to you. If you're not afraid of death, you can do it."
After saying that, Gai Yang walked to Wan Yanjing. He was sure that Zhou Aotian would not dare to attack Zhou Yang, but Wan Yanjing was different. She was not a flag guardian.
"Okay, I'll wait for a few more days. Zhou Yang, you'd better survive." Zhou Aotian put away his sword and helped Zhou Xianxian up.
"Brother, help me kill him. Kill him …"
Zhou Xianxian looked at Zhou Aotian pleadingly.
Zhou Aotian did not speak. He just put Zhou Xianxian on the ground, then his eyes stopped on Zi Ying and the other two. "You three, do you want to continue watching?"
The three of them did not speak, as if they were hesitating.
"He's right. What are you three waiting for?"
Zhou Yang's mocking voice was heard, and the three of them looked angry.
However, Zhou Yang was not afraid of the three of them. Instead, he looked at Leng Hao and said, "Leng Hao, our battle is not over. Come and die!"
"You …"
"A barking dog is useless." Zhou Yang shook his head and looked at Yan Wu. "What about you, Yan Wu? Didn't you say you want to kill me in three moves? I'll let you have three moves. If I move half a step within three moves, I'll lose."
"Arrogant!"
Yan Wu was furious, but he did not move. He knew that he could not cripple one of the two sword-bearing disciples and injure the other.
No matter how important his reputation was, it was not as important as his life.
"You …"
Zhou Yang shifted his gaze to Zi Ying.
As the sword-bearing disciple of the Sky Sword Lineage, the future Sect Leader's Disciple and successor, Zi Ying knew that he could not lose face. Once he lost face, he would not be able to become the Sect Leader's Disciple.
However, if he attacked …
If he could kill Zhou Yang, it would be a matter of course. If he could not, he would lose face …
"Someone is coming … such a strong aura …"
Just as Zi Ying was hesitating, there was an exclamation from below. He turned around and saw a young man in a golden dragon robe flying over on a flying sword.
If he looked at it, he could see that there was a true dragon engraved on the flying sword.
"Greetings, Third Highness!"
Everyone cupped their hands.
The person who came was the Third Prince of Dragon Martial Country, the Sword Master of Dragon Abyss Sword, Long Jue!
"Get up." Long Jue waved his hand and everyone quickly got up. Everyone looked excited, especially the ordinary disciples below.
"Third Highness!"
At this moment, Zhou Xianxian suddenly knelt on the ground. "Third Highness, please help me. Help me recover my Dantian and Stellar Glint. As long as you help me, I will do anything."
Long Jue frowned and landed in front of Zhou Xianxian. After a while, he shook his head and said softly, "I can't save you. You are already crippled. The world of the strong cannot tolerate cripples. Find an ordinary person to marry."
After saying that, Long Jue walked towards Zhou Yang.
Find an ordinary person to marry …
Zhou Xianxian spat out a mouthful of blood again. Her last hope was shattered. From now on, she would become a cripple.
"We meet again, Zhou Yang."
Long Jue's gaze did not change at all. There was only a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, we meet again." Zhou Yang smiled.
"I didn't want to come, but Zhining kept begging me."
"Begging you?"
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