"Don't worry, I won't make you wait too long. At most five minutes."
Thirteenth Wang was arrogant, but Jing Qianzhong was even more arrogant. In his eyes, Thirteenth Wang seemed to be an ant that could be casually crushed.
"Idiot, you will pay for your arrogance."
Thirteenth Wang's expression immediately darkened as he roared in exasperation.
He had thought that other than his teacher, he was invincible in the world. Thus, he had planned to defeat the two of them in front of all the heroes of the world and viciously make a name for himself, Thirteenth Wang, known throughout the world.
He had not thought that Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong would not think anything of him. How could he not be angry from embarrassment?
In the wooden house where the Fusang camp was, a thin old man wearing a kimono sat quietly. If it were not for the shocking light flashing through his muddy old eyes, he would appear to be a normal old man.
Beside him, a handsome green-clothed youth knelt respectfully beside the old man. With a worried expression, he said, "Teacher, will Brother Bing be a match for them?"
"Bing is too arrogant. He will pay the price for his confidence."
The thin old man's voice was ear-piercing and unpleasant to hear, but it carried a faintly discernible sharpness that made people feel a chill.
The green-clothed youth furrowed his brows and revealed a puzzled expression. "Then why didn't you stop Brother Bing?"
The skinny old man glanced meaningfully at the azure-clothed young man and said indifferently, "With Bing Wei's personality and conceit, it's impossible for him to inherit the teachings of my Sword God Palace. If he doesn't die, he'll become the greatest obstacle to you in the future."
"Teacher, I don't dare!"
The green-clothed youth knelt on the ground in fear. In a corner the old man could not see, a smug smile appeared in his eyes.
"Hmph! Remember, if you want to succeed in the way of the sword, you must have no fear in your heart. You must dare to fight and steal. You must cut your way through brambles and thorns and press forward. No matter how talented you are, it will not work if you are so timid. "
The thin old man snorted coldly and lectured him with great dissatisfaction.
"Sorry, teacher. Brother Bing has always been good to me. I cannot bear to see him like this."
The green-clothed youth knelt on the ground, looking like he was very loyal.
"Enough, Norodera Yoshiaki, don't think that I don't know how Bingwei treats you normally. He can't wait for you to die. I know that you are kind-hearted, but you have to remember that in this world, strength is everything. As the last disciple of Sword God Yagyu, you have to show the spirit that you should have. My Sword God Palace doesn't need a weak successor. If you can't cast aside your soft-heartedness, be ruthless, and possess the heart of an expert, you will never be able to pry into the ultimate mystery of Sword Principle."
Sword God Yagyu was exasperated at his failure to live up to his expectations. "I admire the words of an ancient person in the history of China the most. 'I'd rather give everything to the world than let the world down on me. This is the mentality that an ultimate master of the Kendo should have."
"Yes, Master. Hengqiu will remember."
The green-clothed youth replied respectfully. When he raised his head, his face was filled with determination. Sword God Yagyu smiled in relief.
"Hengqiu, don't blame me for being ruthless. Bingwei's Sword Principle has reached its end, and he is eccentric and arrogant. However, he is the top disciple after all. When he hasn't made any mistakes, I can't remove him and help you take the position. This time, he is seeking his own death, and no one can say anything about it. After he dies, you can personally take revenge for him after you have achieved your Sword Principle. At that time, it will be perfectly justifiable for you to become the top disciple, and no one will dare to object. Work hard, and don't let down my painstaking efforts."
"Thank you, Master. Hengqiu will definitely not let down your painstaking efforts."
The green-clothed youth knelt on the ground again and spoke respectfully. However, a mocking look flashed across his eyes. How can a mere Sword God Palace be my … uh, no, Jun Wu Xie's long-term residence? It's just a temporary stepping stone. Ding Ning, just you wait.
When I complete the Nine Transformations and recover the cultivation of my previous life, I will definitely tear you to pieces and kill you.
He had narrowly escaped death in the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan. With Ding Ning in the Divine Prefecture, he did not dare to stay for long and fled to Fu Sang in a panic like a stray dog.
Fu Sang Buddhism was flourishing, and he snuck into various temples to steal relics. In the end, he was discovered and hunted down. He was seriously injured and fell unconscious. Coincidentally, he was saved by Thirteenth Wang and brought back to the Sword God Palace.
It was not that Thirteenth Wang was merciful, but that he was gay and liked to play with catamites. Seeing that he was handsome, he wanted to take him into his room.
However, he did not expect to go for wool and come home shorn. Sword God Yagyu accidentally saw him and took a fancy to his aptitude at first glance, so he took him as his last disciple.
One could imagine Thirteenth Wang's mood when his plaything suddenly became his junior disciple. Behind Sword God Yagyu's back, Thirteenth Wang bullied Liu Junwei in every way possible. However, Liu Junwei meekly accepted it and appeared to be extremely respectful. If he wanted to live, he had to endure and eliminate Thirteenth Wang's murderous intent.
Thirteenth Wang really wanted to kill him, but Sword God Yagyu was not blind or deaf. After reprimanding him, he brought Liu Junwei, who had changed his name to Nodera Yoshiaki, to his side and carefully taught him swordsmanship.
Thirteenth Wang gritted his teeth in hatred, but he did not dare to take the risk of angering Sword God Yagyu and kill him.
Thus, Liu Junwei, who was protected by his identity as a disciple of the Sword God Palace, began to plunder. He obtained a few more relics and successfully went through the Seven Transformations.
After the Seven Transformations, Liu Junwei finally awakened the memories of his previous life. It turned out that in his previous life, he was actually the illegitimate child of the Emperor of Immortals, Jun Wu Xie. His sexual orientation had also changed.
Thinking of how he, the son of the Emperor of Immortals, had reincarnated as a piece of glass and had his a * s raped by Thirteenth Wang, the anger in Jun Wu Xie's heart could be imagined.
However, what gave him a headache was that as he got closer to the Nine Transformations, the number of relics he needed increased. Even though he had collected most of the relics from the various temples in Fusang, it was still a drop in the bucket. He was still unable to complete the Eight Transformations.
However, he knew that before he completed the Nine Transformations and completely recovered the cultivation of his previous life, he could not reveal his identity. Otherwise, Sword God Yagyu would be the first to kill him.
Thus, he could only continue to endure under the identity of Nodera Yoshiaki and serve Sword God Yagyu, waiting for the opportunity to collect more relics.
Ding Ning had to admit that Thirteenth Wang was indeed capable for daring to be so arrogant. He was actually evenly matched with Jing Qianzhong and had fallen into a state of entanglement.
What made him feel the most ashamed was that regardless of whether it was Jing Qianzhong's knife techniques or Thirteenth Wang's swordsmanship, they had both broken through the realm of lifting something light as if it were heavy and entered the realm of Unity of Man and Nature.
To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for the fact that he had a cheat-like, flawless holy body that gave him a great advantage in the enchantment that restricted cultivation, he would not have had an easy time against either of the two of them.
Of course, this only referred to his own basic battle power. Once he entered his second personality or entered a state of obsession, he could easily beat the two of them.
Thirteenth Wang's sword moved nimbly, strangely, and viciously. Each move was aimed at his opponent's vital points. Particularly because of his arrogant personality, that arrogance was also mixed into his sword play, adding a bit of power to his already fleeting sword play.
Jing Qianzhong's knife techniques were wide and wide. They looked steady, using the unchanging to deal with the myriad changes. They were neutral and calm, but they were as heavy as a mountain. It made Thirteenth Wang's fleeting sword techniques unable to gain any advantage.
Although Thirteenth Wang was arrogant, he now realized Jing Qianzhong's valiant strength. He no longer dared to hope that he could defeat Jing Qianzhong quickly. He endlessly began to fight and drag things out in an attempt to exhaust his opponent's energy. Then, he would launch a fatal attack to make his name known throughout the world.
Ding Ning easily saw through Thirteenth Wang's thoughts. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. If he was not wrong, Jing Qianzhong should be an earth element warrior. As long as his feet were on the ground, he would be able to receive an endless supply of energy. Thirteenth Wang wanted to exhaust his energy, but he had the wrong idea.
Right now, he was not worried that Jing Qianzhong would lose. He was only worried that this guy was too inflexible. Earlier, he had arrogantly said he would finish the battle in five minutes. When the time was up, he would probably voluntarily admit defeat.
Reality proved that not only did he underestimate Thirteenth Wang, but he also underestimated Jing Qianzhong.
If it wasn't for him, the two of them would definitely be the geniuses of the younger generation.
"Thoughtless Execution of the Divine Path!"
After fighting for a long time and not being able to win, Thirteenth Wang saw that Jing Qianzhong countered every move without showing any signs of exhaustion. The arrogant Thirteenth Wang could no longer keep his cool. In his impatience, he let out a loud cry and finally used his ultimate move.
Following the loud cry, a massive illusion suddenly appeared behind Thirteenth Wang. The illusion was proud and cold. It was as if it was a supreme monarch looking down on the common people. With a wave of his hand, a massive sword light that seemed to cleave through the heavens chopped down with an aura that could destroy heaven and earth.
"Good move."
Jing Qianzhong was not afraid. On the contrary, he was happy to see his prey. A light flashed through his eyes, and his desire for battle began to boil.
A terrifying figure wearing golden battle armor also appeared behind Jing Qianzhong. However, the figure was more solid than the shadow behind Thirteenth Wang. Faintly, it looked exactly like Jing Qianzhong.
The golden-armored general was like a towering mountain. In his hand, he held a machete exactly like Jing Qianzhong's. Without dodging or dodging, he met the terrifying sword light and chopped down.
Boom! It was like an earth-shattering explosion. Dazzling light flashed, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. Terrifying waves of air surged, abruptly dispersing the two huge phantoms. A small mushroom cloud slowly rose up, blocking everyone's sight.
Sand flew and rocks rolled. Smoke and dust filled the air. Even the boundary began to show signs of instability. All kinds of runes flashed wildly, endlessly absorbing the spiritual power in the spiritual crystals to suppress the terrifying wave of attack.
After a long time, when everyone could open their eyes to look, they found that the two of them had already disappeared. There was only a massive pit left where they had been. Countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the edge of the pit and spread wildly in all directions.
The scene was a mess. It was like a thousand miles of red desert without any signs of life. Everyone was moved. This was definitely a destructive battlefield that could only be created by someone with combat power that surpassed the Sky Martial Arts Realm.
Yu Tiejian's face was gloomy. He stared unblinkingly at the deep pit. Although he was confident in Jing Qianzhong, he couldn't help but worry. After all, there was a boundary that restricted cultivation. It was not surprising that something unexpected happened.
The other Sacred Sects and the National Warrior's Mansion all had dark expressions. They knew that just like that, they had used up enough spiritual crystals to maintain the boundary for a day. This bill had to be paid by the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe.
"Cough, cough!"
A violent cough came from the deep pit. Only then did Yu Tiejian let out a sigh of relief. A relaxed expression appeared on his face.
Jing Qianzhong leaped out. His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. His hair was messy and his face dirty. His clothes were ragged. He looked extremely wretched, like a homeless man on the street. There was no trace of his previous high-spirited appearance.
"Lord Guard!"
The Fusang warriors shouted in horror. Their status was low, so they didn't know that Sword God Yagyu had long abandoned Thirteenth Wang. Afraid that Sword God Yagyu would vent his anger on them, they hurriedly ran to the deep pit, wanting to check whether Thirteenth Wang was dead or alive.
"Don't come over!"
A weak voice came. Thirteenth Wang climbed out of the pit with dirt all over his face. His face was so pale that there was no human color. He stared fiercely at Jing Qianzhong like a wolf.
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