The Emerald Forest Terrace was located in the center of Emerald Forest City. It was a square platform with a radius of ten miles around it. There was nothing there, but at this moment, many people were gathering here from all directions.
"Family Head Lin, you're here too."
"Today is the battle between Chen Zhenghong's son and the Iron Mountain Sword. How can I not come?"
"What does this Chen Zhenghong's son have? He actually dares to fight with the Iron Mountain Sword. "
"I heard that Chen Zhenghong's son is a disciple of the Blue Cloud Sect. He's extremely talented and powerful. Not long ago, he broke into Family Mo's mansion with only a sword and killed the Family Mo's third elder. I wonder if it's true."
There were more than a dozen one-star forces in Emerald Forest City. They were either families or gangs. After hearing the news, they all gathered here and started to discuss among themselves.
"Move aside."
"Get lost."
A rude and unreasonable voice rang out, accompanied by a ferocious aura that made people feel stifled.
"It's the Black Tiger Gang."
"Quiet."
The Black Tiger Gang was one of the three two-star forces in Emerald Forest City. As a gang with the name 'Black Tiger', one could imagine how rude and unreasonable they were. Only Family Mo and Seven Swords Towers could compete with them.
"Chen Zhenghong was killed by the Iron Mountain Sword. Now, his son is planning to avenge his father."
"It's just a waste of a life." The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said loudly. He had a conflict with Chen Zhenghong and was slashed by the sword. He held a grudge and belittled Chen Zhenghong everywhere.
At this moment, a group of people from Family Mo arrived. Family Mo's family head, head elder, second elder, and fourth elder were all present. Other than that, there were also some Family Mo disciples.
"Iron Mountain Sword, Shang Zhonglei."
"Last time, he killed Chen Zhenghong on this stage. This time, he's going to kill Chen Zhenghong's son on this stage?"
Shang Zhonglei's body was tall and sturdy. His broad shoulders filled his brown robe. The thick sword hilt protruded from his left shoulder. It was extraordinary.
At the same time, the people from Seven Swords Towers arrived one after another.
The seven lords of the Sword Tower were all present. Such a display of extravagance instantly caused everyone to be extremely astonished. However, everyone's gazes all landed on the azure-clothed youngster.
His face was young, and he looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. However, his expression was calm, his eyes were peaceful, and he was calm and composed. He did not have the temperament of a fifteen or sixteen year old youth. Instead, he was like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. Only he could have such a state of mind.
"This kid is not simple," the leader of the Black Tiger Gang said seriously.
"Hmph, deliberately mystifying things." The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang coldly snorted. He just didn't like Chen Zhenghong's son.
Shang Zhonglei stared fiercely at Chen Zong with his fierce eyes. The enormous pressure was pressing down on him through the sky, but Chen Zong didn't seem to feel it.
With a leap, Shang Zhonglei fell like a huge rock and landed heavily on the Azure Forest Terrace. The Azure Forest Terrace shook as if it was about to collapse.
"Chen Qingzong, that day, your father Chen Zhenghong and I had a sword duel. It was reasonable for there to be a winner and a loser. However, you used this as a reason to kill an innocent person, Family Mo's Third Elder. You even mercilessly killed the only son of Family Mo's Third Elder, my good disciple, when he came to find you. You are insane. Today, I will seek justice for Family Mo's Third Elder and my disciple." Shang Zhonglei exhaled and spoke with a thunderous voice. His aura was forceful and oppressive. Not only did he want to suppress Chen Zong in terms of aura, he also wanted to gain the upper hand in terms of words.
"You know best what the truth is." Chen Zong's body leaped lightly. He was as nimble as an ape and landed silently. Facing Shang Zhonglei's pressure, his expression didn't change at all. He said calmly, "Words are useless. You and I are both sword cultivators. As sword cultivators, right and wrong are decided by the sword."
"What a good sword cultivator." Many people's eyes lit up and secretly cheered.
Shang Zhonglei's expression froze. Originally, he wanted to use words to weaken his opponent's aura so that he could gain the upper hand. As long as his opponent followed his train of thought and argued, his aura would weaken. He didn't expect his opponent to not play by the rules.
For example, when he wanted to have a verbal duel, his opponent directly challenged him to a physical duel.
"Alright, if that's the case, then let's talk with our swords." Shang Zhonglei immediately adjusted. His expression was cold and his eyes shone brightly. "You have to understand that in this duel, I want to avenge my good disciple. I will not show any mercy. If you are afraid, you can admit defeat now. As long as you kowtow three times in front of my disciple's grave, I will forgive you."
Even now, Shang Zhonglei was still using words to suppress Chen Zong.
Chen Zong didn't speak. His right hand landed on the sword hilt and he slowly pulled out the White Great Sword.
The sword light rippled like water. When the long sword was pulled out of its sheath, traces of coldness spread across the Azure Forest Platform.
"That day, your father used this White Great Sword to fight me and lost. This is the sword of the loser, so you will lose without a doubt." Shang Zhonglei roared, and the sword on his back suddenly leaped out. He raised his broad palm and clenched it, and took the opportunity to chop down with the sword.
This sword was fierce and the thick blade compressed the air in front of it. It turned into a violent crescent moon sword energy that slashed out.
The White Great Sword gently flicked and the violent sword energy shattered. It passed by Chen Zong.
Stepping forward, Chen Zong closed in on Shang Zhonglei and an invisible aura quietly gathered.
Shang Zhonglei's cultivation was at the peak of the ninth layer of the Foundation Realm. He was much stronger than Family Mo's third and second elders, so he was worth paying attention to.
Shang Zhonglei wasn't disappointed that his first strike didn't work. He had just casually swung his sword.
"Slash!" With a roar like a tiger, Shang Zhonglei slashed out a second time.
Black true qi surged into the large sword in his hand. The sword light was dark and deep like it was made of fine iron.
The shocking sword light slashed down as if it could split a mountain. What was even more shocking was that it wasn't just one strike, but three strikes in a row. Each strike was fierce and deadly.
The shocking sword pressure repelled the air and rushed to the left and right. Sword marks were left on the hard Azure Forest Platform that quickly spread.
After three sword strikes, Shang Zhonglei didn't show any signs of stopping. Instead, he took a step forward, and with his right foot as the axis, his body suddenly spun. The broad and thick sword immediately rolled up a terrible sword storm, and blasted towards Chen Zong as if it was going to destroy the world.
From the beginning, he had used words to suppress Chen Zong and then attacked mercilessly. All of this showed how ruthless Shang Zhonglei was.
"The Feihong Sword Technique is even weaker than my Iron Mountain Sword Technique. What do you have to compete with me?"
Shang Zhonglei's loud shout was shocking, and it was like a rolling wave that shook the surroundings. Shang Zhonglei's figure suddenly leaped up, and he held the broad and thick greatsword with both hands. He was like a black iron meteorite that shot down, and because of the friction with the air around him, a myriad of sparks burst forth.
Swift, fierce, violent, and destructive.
The leaders of the Seven Swords Towers couldn't help but tighten their grip on the hilts of their swords. Liu Chengyi was even more anxious.
Shang Zhonglei's attacks were too terrifying. If it were them, no one except for Feng Pingsheng would be able to withstand it.
"He's dead." On the side of Family Mo, the Family Mo Patriarch and Elders couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
Everyone else was shocked. This kind of attack was too terrifying. The Iron Mountain Sword Shang Zhonglei was not only unique in defense, but also in attack.
"What a pity. Chen Zhenghong is a short-lived ghost, and so is his son." Although the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said it was a pity, his tone was full of schadenfreude.
"Since that's the case, I'll use this sword technique to kill you."
A calm voice came from the violent attack. It was neither slow nor fast, neither sad nor happy. It was as if it was telling a fact.
Immediately, everyone saw the three sword lights shatter. They saw the violent storm of swords being torn apart. They saw a white sword light shoot up into the sky.
It was swift, light, graceful, yet incomparably sharp and agile. It wasn't a sword, nor was it light, but a white bird. It flapped its wings and streaked across the sky in the most graceful manner, leaving behind an indelible mark.
This sword stunned the sky, stunned the world, and stunned the eyes and hearts of all the spectators.
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Shang Zhonglei, who was shot down from the sky, was extremely shocked. He quickly changed his attack to defense. The large sword completely covered his body. It was impenetrable.
The Iron Mountain Sword Technique was originally a sword technique that focused on defense. Shang Zhonglei had cultivated it to the peak of Trance Stage, and its power was amazing. Last time, Chen Zhenghong had spent a lot of effort to break it.
But a wave of panic emerged in Shang Zhonglei's heart. He had a feeling that his defense couldn't block the sword.
"Ha!"
The violent roar shook the world. True Qi burst out of his body. Shang Zhonglei's face turned gray, and a trace of iron-black aura spread out from his body.
True Qi burst out beyond the limit. Sword technique burst out beyond the limit. In order to block this sword, in order to survive.
The White Mist Technique was pushed to the extreme. White mist True Qi filled his body and then poured into the White Hongsword.
The seventh level of the White Mist Technique had an incomparably pure White Mist true energy, and the Soaring Swan Sword Art that was beneath a martial intent. Not only that, but he also had an amazing perception and awareness. With his spiritual sense stimulating his body's potential, he was able to instantly erupt. This allowed Chen Zong to easily grasp his opponent's flaws. His speed had reached the pinnacle, and his sword had instantly arrived.
The speed was too fast. Everyone only had time to see a touch of black and a touch of white cross in the air before they both fell to the ground.
The white light fell silently to the ground. The White Hongsword slowly returned to its sheath.
The black light was heavy, and when it landed, it made a loud sound like a drum. The Azure Forest Platform couldn't help but shake. Immediately, the black figure fell forward. Blood flowed out from his throat and dyed the surroundings red.
In an instant, there was silence.
Below the Azure Forest Platform, everyone's eyes widened in shock.
Dead.
The Iron Mountain Sword Shang Zhonglei, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment realm, had actually died. Moreover, he was killed by a fifteen-year-old boy. This was simply impossible.
Who would have thought?
Who would have thought?
"I'm afraid there will be one more blazing sun in Dong Chen." Someone muttered to himself in a daze.
"Good … good …" Liu Chengyi reacted and laughed wildly. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. "Zhenghong, Zhenghong, did you see that? Your son has avenged you. The green has surpassed the master … the green has surpassed the master …"
It was the Azure Forest Platform. Liu Chengyi's laughter echoed around the platform, making everyone panic.
Family Mo's side was livid. They hated him to the extreme, but there was a kind of fear in their hearts.
Feng Pingsheng and the others had complicated feelings.
"If the Tiegang Sect wants revenge, come find me." Chen Zong's voice sounded. Immediately, his cold gaze swept toward the Black Tiger Gang. "Just now, you insulted my father and me many times. This sword is your punishment."
A beam of white sword light flew through the air like a white bird flapping its wings.
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