Yang Anzhi saw the hall littered with corpses. The Dragon's Gate Sect's legacy had ended in his hands in the blink of an eye.
This was because Li Qingshan had been a weakling in his eyes back then. Dealing with weaklings was not called provoking, but taking advantage of. However, today, Yang Anzhi had become the one being taken advantage of.
After exchanging blows with Little Ann, Yang Anzhi managed to escape from death, just in time to avoid Li Qingshan's full-powered pounce. Otherwise, if Li Qingshan used his moves, he would be confident of seeing the color of Yang Anzhi's heart. As for Little Ann, he had instantly killed ten people and knocked away Yang Anzhi's sword. He was also at the end of his tether, unable to catch up immediately.
"Father, save me!" Yang Jun looked at the two "monsters" within reach. He no longer had any arrogance. He extended his hand to Yang Anzhi, pleading for help with a face filled with fear.
However, Yang Anzhi had no intention of stopping. He rushed to the back of the hall like a wisp of smoke. He could have more sons, but he only had one life. He was truly a hero who cut his losses, extremely vicious.
Yang Jun instantly despaired. He closed his eyes and felt a strong wind blow at him, but he did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Li Qingshan and Little Ann did not even look at him, rushing past him and chasing after Yang Anzhi.
Yang Anzhi's movement techniques were impressive. Once he got far away, it would be difficult to catch up.
Yang Jun rarely took off his clothes. He ignored his sweat-drenched heavy clothes and immediately moved his feet, rushing out of the hall. He kept repeating in his heart, "I must take revenge! I must take revenge! "
"Pfft!" A bone hand stabbed into his back, piercing through him. Yang Jun looked at his chest in disbelief. He took a few steps forward and fell to the ground with a thud.
When Little Ann saw that Yang Jun wanted to escape, he swung his left arm, and his bone arm flew out like a hidden weapon, killing him.
As if it was being pulled by an invisible force, the skeletal arm flew to the back of the palace.
Behind the main hall was the Dragon's Gate Sect's Ancestral Hall. It enshrined the portraits of the past sect masters of the Dragon's Gate Sect. The first sect master's portrait was the largest, close to three meters tall. It depicted a swordsman as tall as a grown man, wielding the Soaring Dragon Sword as he looked down on the entire Ancestral Hall with an indifferent expression.
It was rumored that when he arrived in Qingyang, he saw bandits running amok and slaughtering the innocent, so he killed his way into the den of bandits alone and slaughtered them all. He became known as the Soaring Dragon Swordsman, which was similar to Li Qingshan's rise to fame. The commoners and gentry of Qingyang were all filled with gratitude. They asked him to stay behind, so he established a sect on the Dragon's Gate mountain and passed down martial arts, establishing the Dragon's Gate sect.
However, he probably never imagined that this would happen today. No, perhaps he did. The secret passageway of the Dragon's Gate sect was built behind the offering table beneath his portrait. As long as he entered it, he would be able to pass through the centre of the mountain and escape with his life from an unknown exit. This was where Yang Anzhi's objective lay.
Yang Anzhi's confidence in his movement technique was crushed by the wind that constantly drew closer from behind. He only needed an instant, and he would end up like the elders and disciples in the hall.
Perhaps he had lost his mind due to fear, but he actually cried out, "Save me, founding ancestor!"
Li Qingshan immediately pulled back the hand that he had extended towards Yang Anzhi's back. He was worried that Yang Anzhi would be like Xiong Xiangwu, possessing trump cards that surpassed regular cultivators. With his current experience, items that belonged to the category of spiritual artifacts or techniques like techniques were not rare in this world.
These techniques could be very weak, but they could also be very powerful, making it impossible for him to accurately predict them.
Indeed, before Yang Anzhi finished speaking, a small sword on the offering table suddenly shone brightly and flew towards Li Qingshan.
Although the small sword shone with golden light, it was clearly a wooden sword that had been painted gold. At this moment, it exploded with astonishing sword light, illuminating the pitch-black ancestral hall as it turned into a golden rainbow.
The sword was still dozens of feet away, but Li Qingshan already felt a stabbing pain in his forehead. Furthermore, he had a feeling that no matter how he dodged, he would definitely not be able to avoid the sword's attack.
Yang Anzhi relaxed slightly. This was a secret that only the previous Dragon's Gate Sect Leader knew. When their founding ancestor passed away, he did not leave behind a corpse, but only this small sword. It was very similar to the Daoist's "Bing Jie". He had instructed his first disciple, who was Yang Anzhi's ancestor, to worship and pray to this small sword every day. He could not slack off. Once a strong enemy invaded, he could call for help, and they would definitely be able to avert danger. However, it could only be used once.
Although Yang Anzhi had also followed and prayed for decades, he did not believe this rumor at first. He had also examined the small sword, and it was only an extremely ordinary wooden sword. Any iron sword would be able to split it in half.
However, he did not dare to not believe it. He had also considered how to use it, but he thought that once the Iron Fist and the Drawn Reins Village joined forces, with the county magistrate's troops, they would definitely attack the mountain on a large scale. With thousands of people attacking, a sword that could only be used once would not have any decisive effect. It was not until this moment of life and death that he finally gave it a try, disregarding everything else, that he actually succeeded.
Li Qingshan also knew that he could not take it head-on. His body flipped in the air, but the small sword seemed to have a mind of its own. It twisted in the air and let out a shrill whistle as it tore through the air. With a "whoosh", it pounced towards Li Qingshan like lightning. Li Qingshan felt that the spot between his brows was becoming more and more powerful, and cold air assaulted his face.
Suddenly, he thrust his sword horizontally, piercing the body of the small sword. Little Ann tried to help Li Qingshan out of the predicament, but not only did his sword that could pierce through metal and stone fail to break the small wooden sword, he instead felt a huge force pass through the body of the sword. The Flying Dragon Sword that could cut through iron like mud shattered into countless pieces, shooting in all directions. Little Ann was also sent flying, crashing into a pillar.
However, the small sword only dimmed slightly. After a pause, it continued piercing towards Li Qingshan. It would not rest until it took his life.
Li Qingshan had already retreated to a corner of the hall. Using the opportunity Little Ann had bought for him, he unfurled the Cursive Sword Calligraphy and poured in his Quintessence without caring about anything else.
At this critical moment, a "slash" lit up, and a sword light soared up and shot out, clashing with the small sword that shone with golden light.
There was no sound that could be considered loud. Only a ring of spiritual light spread out in the hall, like a small sun that suddenly rose up.
However, Li Qingshan felt like thunder rumbled in his ears. His ears buzzed, and a trickle of blood flowed out.
The light dissipated very quickly, and the portraits of the Dragon's Gate Sect Master turned into powder and scattered. It was the same for Li Qingshan's clothes. On closer inspection, there were thousands of sword marks that were as thin as a cow's hair on the walls and floor.
The shattered small sword released thousands of sword Qi that were as fine as light, silently piercing through everything in the hall.
Even Li Qingshan could not help but be dumbfounded by such might. The might of the flying sword left a deep impression in his mind.
Yang Anzhi had been guarding the entrance to the secret passageway in the first place. When he saw that his assassination attempt had failed, he immediately turned around and entered the secret passageway. As long as he entered the secret passageway, he could activate the mechanism and place down a huge boulder to seal the entrance. No one would be able to catch up to him then.
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