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It was a complete conspiracy.
The Ancient Sword Gathering was a gathering place for geniuses. Every single one of them had an illustrious reputation, and only monstrous geniuses were allowed to step into this pavilion.
For thousands of years, the rules of the Ancient Sword Club had never been changed.
But now, Chang Mingyang and Qin Kong led more than 40 disciples from their families. They were aggressive and wanted to reorganize the order of the Ancient Sword Club in the name of the two Sword Masters.
It was so sudden that there was no sign at all.
And in the Sword Cleansing Trial, the Sword-cleansing Pool, which only appeared once in a hundred years, would appear.
If these two points were combined, it would be hard for people not to think of something.
"Silence at once!"
Seeing the crowd discussing in a low voice, Qin Kong strode forward and said loudly, "Our meaning is very simple. These 43 young people are from the Qin and Chang families, and they will all participate in the Sword-cleansing Trial. Therefore, we hope you can remember every face clearly and don't fight or even kill."
Sure enough!
Qin Kong's words made the hearts of the crowd sink to the bottom.
The Sword Cleansing Trial was so cruel. Thousands of geniuses entered the Secret Realm to practice together and kill each other. Only those who could pass the Secret Realm safely were qualified to enter the Wanjian Pavilion.
Only the top 10 of the trial could soak in the real Sword-cleansing Pool and nourish their bodies. This would definitely make the trial more difficult. If they were not careful, they might lose their lives.
Qin Kong's words were very simple. He wanted the geniuses present to remember the disciples of the Qin and Chang families. In the future, if they met in the Secret Realm, they should not kill each other secretly, let alone kill each other wantonly.
In this way, the trial would be completely unfair.
The purpose of the trial was to break through oneself between life and death and release all of one's potential. Only in this way could one be qualified to become a disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion and enter the real Sword-cleansing Pool.
According to what Chang Mingyang had said, the geniuses present were not allowed to attack the disciples of the Qin and Chang families. Then, the disciples of these two families would have a much higher chance of getting into the top ten than ordinary people.
"No wonder you want to make such a big show of force. Your purpose is to rely on the reputation of the two Sword Masters to suppress us and turn us into pitiful stepping stones. Isn't your wishful thinking a little too good?"
At this moment, someone stood up and shouted coldly.
Before the sound of his voice faded away, Qin Kong had already stepped forward. His blood-red sword pierced out. The brilliance that represented death flashed, and without any warning, it descended upon that person's neck. The tip of the sword was awe-inspiring, directly tearing apart his opponent's throat.
Puff!
Boiling hot blood spurted out and that person's last trace of life dissipated. However, his eyes were still wide open. It was as if he was extremely unwilling before his death.
"Kill those who disturb the order!" Qin Kong withdrew his blood-red sword. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood-stained sword. His face became extremely ferocious, like a demon.
The crowd's hearts tightened slightly. Looking at the corpse on the ground, they were shocked. They finally understood that today's Ancient Sword Gathering was a complete conspiracy!
Behind Qin Kong, the disciples of the Qin and Chang families all looked at this scene coldly. They were not frightened, nor did they panic. It was as if they were used to this scene. They behaved casually and indifferently.
Even among those people, there were many who sneered and did not care about this person's life at all.
"Now, do you still have any objections?"
At this moment, Chang Mingyang stood up. His eyes were cold and gloomy, and the crowd did not dare to speak anymore.
Chang Mingyang's status was very high. It could be said that he was in the limelight. With his current cultivation trend, he would definitely step into the Yin-Yang Realm in the future and become the Sword Master of Wanjian Pavilion. He would control a dynasty and thousands of miles of territory.
For him, killing one or two geniuses was not a big deal. It was very casual.
"Since there are no objections, I take it that you agree to this matter. In this Sword Cleansing Trial, you must not attack the disciples of the Qin and Chang families. Otherwise, I will not let you off easily!" As soon as Chang Mingyang shouted, a sharp whistle came out from his body. A cold light flowed and rushed to the sky, enveloping everyone.
"The auction will officially begin in an hour. Before that, you should stay here and get to know each other. Only in this way can you survive longer in the trial," Qin Kong added.
Then, he and Chang Mingyang strode out of the pavilion, leaving more than 40 disciples behind.
"Oh, right!"
When they were about to step out of the door, Chang Mingyang turned back and said coldly, "I forgot to remind you that the disciples of the Qin and Chang families can find each other's location. If someone wants to sneak up on you, I advise you to give up this idea so as not to drag the whole family down."
His voice that was filled with threat reverberated in the hearts of everyone, causing them to be furious yet not dare speak out.
After all, behind Qin Kong were two Sword Masters and even the Wanjian Pavilion.
Even though they occupied the advantage in numbers, they were helpless when facing such a colossus. The slightest carelessness would not only bring about a fatal disaster, it might even cause a massacre.
It was precisely because of this that the crowd didn't make a move right away. Otherwise, killing these 40 plus people was simply too easy, and they were utterly unafraid of revenge or hatred.
Chang Mingyang withdrew his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, his gaze descended onto Chu Xingyun, and he couldn't help but stop moving.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Chang Mingyang suddenly stop, Qin Kong asked as he followed Chang Mingyang's gaze and similarly stared at Chu Xingyun as he sneered, "This kid is rather handsome, but his cultivation is too weak. He's only at the 5th level of the Earth Spirit Realm. I heard that his relationship with Xia Qingcheng isn't shallow, and he most likely relied on this relationship to enter the Ancient Sword Society."
Chang Mingyang nodded and didn't think any further as he continued forward and left this place.
Chu Xingyun's expression was very calm as he gazed at the figures of the two people that left.
The killing intent in his heart had already been perfectly restrained, and it didn't leak out in the slightest. As for his appearance and temperament, it had already undergone a tremendous change. Not to mention Chang Mingyang, perhaps even the Pavilion Master of the Wanjian Pavilion wouldn't be able to see through it.
This was because the current him wasn't in disguise, nor was he wearing a disguise.
Chu Xingyun turned his head and looked at the family disciples. There were a total of 43 people, and their cultivations were uneven. The highest was only at the 8th level of the Earth Spirit Realm, and the lowest was at the Earth Spirit Realm. They couldn't even control the Baleful Yin Qi as they wished.
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