A few days ago, Bai Zhenren and Emperor Xiao had set up a trap in the Longevity Mountain Royal Tomb and wounded Jing Jiu severely. Such a large-scale attack had awakened the swordsmen of the No-Mercy Sect behind closed doors.
Seeing the withered yellow leaves filling the sky and the perplexed young disciple in a ragged cloth and holding a thin sword in his hand, the elders were stunned speechless at first, and then burst into tears.
The No-Mercy Sect had a new swordsman in the Heavenly Arrival State, and they could finally end their seclusion for one hundred years.
That young disciple became the new Immortal Sect Master.
It wasn't until then that the people of the No-Mercy Sect learned that his real name was Peng Lang.
Peng Lang was a regular youth back in Shangzhou City, and he was a regular disciple after joining the No-Mercy Sect. He was still a regular person even though he had practiced the basic sword script for one hundred years. It was impossible for a regular person to withstand such an unusual fortune. It was until now that he was still baffled. He couldn't understand why Elder Sun brought him to such a distant place when his colleagues stayed on the mountain to prepare for the Opening Ceremony. What he couldn't understand more was how he had become the sect master, and what was going on?
Before he could figure it out, the two sword lights powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth had arrived.
Without a second thought, he stood in front of Elder Sun and drew out the sword from the sheath.
Though he was scared, his hands holding the sheath and the hilt of the sword were very steady. It was because this was an instinctive action, without any thought.
It was just like how he had spent the past hundred years in front of the lonely mausoleum, repeating the same action at every moment.
He drew the sword and thrust it forward.
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The two sword lights, which looked like two great rivers, had the power to destroy heaven and earth when combined, which was similar to the combination of the sword and the broadsword that night.
The combination of the sword light and the broadsword light had thrown the entire Scorching Sun Gorge into the sky, and the Mysterious Dark Sect had been wiped out.
How could they block these two formidable sword lights?
Looking at the back of the young sect master who seemed to be engulfed by the dazzling light, Elder Sun felt hopeless.
Boom!!! The whole sword boat broke into countless pieces in a short time, falling down to the ground after disintegrating in the sky.
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The two sword lights tore open the ocean of clouds and illuminated the whole of Chaotian, visible to all.
All the peddlers in Zhaoge City, the girls in the brothels in Shangzhou City, and the fishermen by the East Ocean saw the two sword lights.
The two sword lights were straight, like ribbons drifting in the sky, making the summer sun look even dimmer.
"Look at the sky!"
"What's going on?"
"Are the immortals fighting?"
The surprised screams and the excited screams of the children rang out in various parts of Chaotian. Some of the children even ran toward the place where the sword light appeared.
The Green Mountain disciples at the Three-Thousand Nunnery and by the stream had been staring at the sky the entire time. All of a sudden, they found a dilapidated sword boat in the sky on the other side of the ocean of clouds that had been cut apart.
Soon after, the sword boat unfortunately encountered the two sword lights; it disintegrated and fell to the ground like fallen leaves. It seemed that it would fall in the direction of Dayuan City.
The lotus flowers were illuminated by the sword lights. Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang led the disciples of Aoyama in that direction, and those at the Three-Thousand Nunnery acted even faster.
The lotus flowers were illuminated by the sword lights. Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang led the disciples of Aoyama in that direction, and those at the Three-Thousand Nunnery moved even faster.
Countless broken pieces of the sword boat landed in the city, making a series of "pah" sounds. Fortunately, the broken pieces were small in size, so they didn't cause more damage than damaging some flowers and plants.
The most damaged place was an antique shop. It seemed that it had been hit by a meteorite from the sky, and the whole shop had collapsed.
The officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau and the magic army arrived at the shop as quickly as they could, but they found they couldn't get close to the shop.
Even Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang couldn't enter the long street.
Jing Jiu stood at one end of the street, and Jian Xilai stood at the other end.
The sword wills of the two swordsmen were so powerful that they sealed off the whole street.
In the middle of the street, the antique shop was filled with smoke and dust. Some people could vaguely be seen walking out from the shop.
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The Elder Sun sat among the bricks, covered with dust all over his body. He looked terrible, and his eyes looked a bit unfocused.
An antique tripod fell down from the display shelf and hit his shoulder. The slight pain made him come back to his senses and realize that he was not dead yet.
He was not dead yet! The two sword lights that could destroy heaven and earth and were as unstoppable as the Milky Way … didn't kill him.
What the hell was going on? The Elder Sun lifted his head and found a figure in the smoke and dust.
The young sect master had been standing in front of him the entire time.
The Elder Sun was very moved. He didn't respect the Sect Master only because of his Cultivation state like he had done in the past few days.
In the next moment, he found that the sword held in the Sect Master's hand was broken, and the sheath was deformed. His hands hanging by his side were trembling slightly.
"Are you alright, Sect Master?" the Elder Sun asked worriedly.
"I'm fine …" Peng Lang spat out a mouthful of blood before he could finish the sentence.
The blood that looked like a mist had dyed the dust red instantly.
"… It's just that they are too powerful." His face was full of awe and admiration.
"You stay here and don't go out."
After saying this, Peng Lang walked toward the street.
He was merely curious, but he didn't know how shocked Zhenren and the other swordsmen of Aoyama would be when they saw this scene.
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Walking out of the ruins of the antique shop and onto the long street, Peng Lang saw the two swordsmen standing at the end of the street.
One of them wore a white cloth, and the other wore a gray cloth.
Both their temperament and expressions were cold and similar, as if they were the same person.
The two sword lights seemed to be still in Peng Lang's eyes, shocking him to the extreme.
In all of Chaotian, only the Immortal Jingyang of the Aoyama Sect and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean could employ such sword lights. Did it mean that the Immortal Jingyang had woken up?
He hadn't seen the Immortal Jingyang and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, so it was hard for him to recognize them; but it was actually quite simple.
It had nothing to do with the fluttering white cloth, but their faces.
Jing Jiu's face was easy to recognize, because it was good-looking.
Peng Lang turned around and bowed to Jing Jiu earnestly, and then he turned his head to glance at the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, saying nothing.
The No-Mercy Sect and the Western Sea Sword School were mortal enemies, and the hatred between them was deeper than that between the Aoyama Sect and the Western Sea Sword School.
Pei Baifa was killed by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean. Even though Peng Lang admired the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean's sword work, he couldn't show any emotion.
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It was deathly quiet on the long street.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and neither did Jian Xilai. All they did was watch Peng Lang walk out from the ruins of the antique shop in Silence.
This street was only a few miles long. For the swordsmen in their Cultivation states, it was as if they were standing right in front of each other.
Yet, it was evident that they only had eyes for Peng Lang, instead of each other.
The crowd noticed the unusual scene, and their gazes fell on Peng Lang.
"Who is that person?" asked Zhuo Rusui.
Looking at the broken sword in the young man's hand, Zhao Layue touched the broken piece of the Thoughtless Sword on her waist reflexively, feeling a bit odd.
Nobody knew who this young man, covered in blood and looking pitiful, was, and why he could appear on this street.
The young man looked ordinary, devoid of any special features; but why did he make Jing Jiu and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean stop their attacks at the same time and pay so much attention to him?
The whole of Dayuan City was rained down by the broken pieces, and the antique shop on the street was the only thing that was smashed. It was easy to infer that the young man should have fallen off from the dilapidated sword boat. The dilapidated sword boat was hit by the sword lights of Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai at the same time, but this young man didn't die.
Thinking of this, the expression in Zhuo Rusui's eyes changed. He stared at the young man, as if he wanted to see through him.
The expressions of the others also became solemn.
Guangyuan Zhenren found the shabby sword boat somewhat familiar. Suddenly, Elder Sun, who had walked behind the young man, slightly changed his expression and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang Xiu?"
Elder Sun was worried about the Sect Leader's safety, so how could he possibly stay in the ruins? When he came out, he heard Guangyuan Zhenren's voice, and shouted happily, "Junior Brother Lu."
At this moment, Guangyuan Zhenren's heart was filled with countless doubts, but he did not lose his composure. He reminded, "First greet Sect Leader Zhenren."
Elder Sun had many doubts in his mind as well. He came to his senses after being reminded. Looking at the two figures at the two ends of the street, he bowed to Jing Jiu earnestly without hesitation, saying, "I'm Sun Zhangxiu of the No-Mercy Sect. Greetings, Immortal Sect Master."
There was an uproar on the outside of the street. The people were all surprised, and the expression on the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean's face had changed.
Over the last one hundred years, the No-Mercy Sect had gradually disappeared from the Cultivation circle in Chaotian, and they were on the verge of being forgotten.
Did the No-Mercy Sect have another figure in the Heavenly Arrival State? Why hadn't there been any sign in heaven and earth?
Guangyuan Zhenren was also surprised, saying, "Congratulations, Cultivationist Zhangxiu."
Elder Sun waved his hand to let Peng Lang come out, saying, "This is the new Sect Master of our sect, Peng Lang."
There was another uproar. Though the Cultivation practitioners had a long life and it was hard to judge their age by their appearance, that young man … was obviously a young man!
Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui had an outstanding talent. They had reached the upper limit of the Broken Sea a few years ago, shocking the whole of Chaotian.
How could someone so young surpass the threshold of the Heavenly Arrival State?
"Did you kill Emperor Xiao?"
It was then that the voice of Jing Jiu burst out on the other side of the street.
Peng Lang knew that the fallen leaf was Emperor Xiao. Thinking of what had happened that day, he said bewilderedly, "I don't know what has happened either."
"Not bad," Jing Jiu said. "That's why you could block Jian Xilai's sword."
During this conversation, the people on the other side of the street were shocked speechless again.
The whole Cultivation circle in Chaotian knew that Emperor Xiao was dead, but they didn't know how he died. They all thought that he was killed by Jing Jiu's sword.
And this young sect master of the No-Mercy Sect, Peng Lang … had blocked a sword swing by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean?
This was not something a regular swordsman in the Heavenly Arrival State could achieve!
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui eyed each other, and they had learned more about what had happened.
At the last moment when the two sword lights encountered the sword boat in the sky, Jing Jiu pulled back his swords.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the ruins of the antique shop, and Jian Xilai walked over as well.
They shook their heads while looking at Peng Lang, saying at the same time, "It's a pity."
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