A Thousand Flying Swords

Such a shout at this moment was sure to draw everyone's attention... Bi Shan wanted to make a move, but it was too late. A figure rushed down the mountain, not flying, but leaping. Wielding two swords larger than a person, he flapped his blades like a bat, darting down the mountain with incredible speed. Although no one could clearly see who it was, who else could it be but Yue Qianchou, a member of one of the Four Great Families wielding such strange swords?

The various factions looked at each other, speechless, and somewhat ashamed. So many factions, yet no one stepped forward to challenge them. Tong, a fellow who couldn't even fly, had to run and jump down to fight. How could he not feel ashamed? He was likely to face a humiliation from the other side.

Yan Fang was understandably furious at the loss of his junior brother and wanted to vent his anger on someone, but he hadn't expected the challenger to be someone who couldn't even fly, and who looked quite young at that. He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Is China devoid of talent? Haha... Young man, I don't kill nameless nobodies with my whip. Out of respect for your commendable courage, I'll spare your life. Hurry back and summon your elders!"

Hehe! They don't even recognize me? This is going to be interesting! Yue Qianchou's eyes lit up, and without stopping, he rushed over.

"Watch out!" Yan Bugui suddenly shouted from the hilltop. Yue Qianchou, stumbling and falling, had run down the hill and was already close to Yan Fang. Yan Fang, still unaware of his opponent's abilities, was laughing arrogantly.

Hearing the warning, Yan Fang looked around and saw the young man charging at him, slashing at him with his knife without a word; his movements were quite swift. Yan Fang sneered disdainfully, flicking his whip and saying in a deep voice, "Looks like I'll be killing an unknown nobody today..."

The voice abruptly stopped... A black broadsword flashed, cleaving the serpentine black whip in two. Yan Fang felt a chill on his neck, his eyes snapping open in disbelief, only to find his gaze shifted. He saw his chin pressed against the cold, broad blade. Without hesitation, the young man swung his other broadsword, cleaving a headless corpse in two. His vision blurred...

The entire place fell silent! Even the wind seemed to have stopped, and only the sound of the young man with the knife could be heard.

If so.

Yue Qianchou stood with his sword drawn, staring expressionlessly at the unseeing brains resting on the blade. "Named or unnamed, what does it matter? One strike is enough!"

With a swift turn of the blade, the head fell. Yue Qianchou quickly grabbed the Storage Bag from the corpse, put it away, turned around, and, carrying two large swords, ran back up the mountain at top speed. What was the point of staying after the fight was over? Safety first!

Even after Yue Qianchou happily ran back to the Four Great Families and put away the two knives, everyone was still in a daze... He just kept running, chopped someone down with one stroke, and then ran back, and that was it?

"Junior brother!" A mournful cry echoed from the hilltop Yan Bugui. It was the last of the three brothers.

One person darted into the arena...

"Good..." The Cultivation Alliance reacted and cheered loudly. When had anyone ever seen such a classic duel? Going down the mountain, a single strike was enough to take the head of mid Tribulation stage expert. Turning back, it only took a moment. It was incredibly satisfying. Especially the arrogant last line, "What does it matter if someone is famous or not? One strike is enough!", pushed everyone's emotions to a climax.

The applause was thunderous. The Ziyi, who had been stunned but had just come to her senses, kept clapping. Looking at the people around her, a smile she had never shown before appeared on her face. The disciple of Elder Bi was indeed extraordinary!

All eyes were on Yue Qianchou, who Yue Qianchou and bowed to those around him, saying, "Lucky, lucky!" This only earned him more enthusiastic cheers.

A retainer from the Myriad Demon Palace named Niu Sen looked Yue Qianchou over and over again, then suddenly said to Chou Wuyuan a deep voice, "Chou Wuyuan, he originally wanted to join my Myriad Demon Palace, but you drove him away. After this matter is over, go and ask Yue Qianchou again if he is still willing to come to my Myriad Demon Palace?" Chou Wuyuan nodded in agreement.

The group from Fu Xian Island were both amazed and shook their heads with wry smiles. This guy was just wandering around here a moment ago, how come he suddenly came down with a knife and killed a mid Tribulation stage expert?

Dongfang Changao recalled the scene of Yue Qianchou half with a single stroke, and sighed, "This sword is indeed extraordinary. I wonder how that spear compares to it?"

Everyone understood that Yue Qianchou's success in killing his opponent was due to the latter's carelessness—not knowing his true strength and not expecting his whip to be so easily cut—leading to his death. However, for the Cultivation Alliance, it was a matter of pride, and everyone was equally excited. Their thinking was correct, but they failed to consider that an ordinary person, with only Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, would dare to directly challenge Tribulation Transcendence stage. In fact, Yue Qianchou himself expected considerable trouble, but the opponent didn't recognize him, so he instantly decided to cut them down! Such decisiveness is not something easily achieved through mere words or conjecture!

Standing next to Zhao Bugui was an old man in brocade robes who had been staring at the Ziyi next to Yue Qianchou. Suddenly, he asked, "Is the man with the knife the Man Hu Yue Qianchou that Man Hu mentioned?"

"Who else could it be but that scoundrel?" Yan Bugui stared at Yue Qianchou and said hatefully, "Yan Fang..."

They were far too careless and let themselves be taken advantage of so easily.

"It's not necessarily all because Yan Fang underestimated his opponent. If it were me, I'm afraid I would have misjudged him too. Such courage from a young man is something I've never seen before. No wonder he has such a reputation." The old man in brocade robes looked at Yue Qianchou with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and then asked, "I heard that this Yue Qianchou also defeated Luo Qingtian, the head of the Huaxia Daluo Sect. Haven't you investigated his current background?"

"We've investigated, but there's nowhere to find out. After being expelled from Fu Xian Island, this guy rarely shows up in the Cultivation World. Nobody knows his whereabouts. It's just that he's reappeared recently," Yan Bugui said.

"Disappeared for a while, only to reappear at this time, and with treasures that are hard for ordinary people to possess?" The old man in brocade robes looked at the Ziyi and then at Yue Qianchou, nodding thoughtfully, "This matter is probably not simple!"

"The murderer, state your name!" After collecting his junior brother's body, the senior disciple in the valley pointed at Yue Qianchou and shouted, "Yan Cheng, mid Tribulation stage Transcending cultivator, accepts the challenge. Who dares to fight?" This was clearly an invitation for Yue Qianchou to go down and fight him.

"Damn it! With so many people watching, you think I'd just go down like that? How embarrassing! Dongfang Changao killed your junior brother too, why are you only targeting me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Yue Qianchou glanced down expressionlessly, pretending not to hear. In his mind, however, he was calculating that Fu Xian Island probably wouldn't give up so easily; they might even have to rent his guns. He'd been stupid just now; why go down there and offend people when he could make money for free?

"A bunch of cowards..." Yan Cheng growing increasingly vulgar. The crowd's expressions grew increasingly grim. Considering so many people present, many stronger than Yan Cheng, yet no one stepped forward to challenge him—this was truly a huge loss of face. The crucial point was that his opponent's whip was too powerful. Although he had won the first two rounds, even if Dongfang Changao were to step in now, it seemed unlikely he could defeat him.

In short, no sect would run around with such valuable treasures as Yue Qianchou. For now, the only thing they can deal with is the treasures Yue Qianchou has. Otherwise, they can't possibly make the other side wait until they return to their sect to choose the treasures they can use before they fight!

The insults continued, but no one stepped forward to challenge them. Time was ticking away, and if no one accepted the challenge after an hour, Yan Bugui would have won, gaining not only ten billion Spirit Stone but also severely damaging the reputation of the Huaxia Cultivation World.

At this moment, the Myriad Demon Palace's expression was the most unpleasant. The Righteous Path leader, Fuxian Fu Xian Island, had won the first battle, but the Myriad Demon Palace, as the leader of the demonic path, had not reacted at all. After returning, the Myriad Demon Palace's prestige in the demonic path would surely plummet.

Chou Wuyuan Yan Bugui he could handle the strange whip if he went on stage, but if he didn't, how would the Myriad Demon Palace face its fellow demons in the future? His anxiety didn't escape Yan Bugui's face. He gritted his teeth and transmitted his voice to Yan Cheng below, saying, "The person who just killed your junior brother is named Yue Qianchou."

"Yue Qianchou?" Yan Cheng suddenly pointed his finger and shouted, "You cowardly turtle, you're Yue Qianchou?"

Yue Qianchou was slightly taken aback. Damn! Who told him? He immediately looked around, searching for suspicious individuals. He believed that Yan Bugui, seeing victory in sight and about to reap huge profits, certainly wouldn't leak his name and allow Yan Cheng to name-call him. On the contrary, it was highly likely that someone on his side wanted him to appear, so they leaked his name. His first thought was that he had been betrayed by someone on his own side, and he found every sect he looked at highly suspicious!

Forcing me? The more they try to force me, the less I'll go Yue Qianchou thought angrily. But Yan Cheng clearly knew Yue Qianchou's name and hurled all sorts of nasty insults at him. Disrespectful to his teachers, a double-surname servant who betrayed one sect after another... This challenge had turned into a war of words, and all the factions were looking at Yue Qianchou, wondering how long he could hold out. Ziyi stared down at him, her pretty face clouded with worry.

A word or two would be fine, but if I kept putting up with this, I'd be finished in this business. Yue Qianchou finally couldn't take it anymore. His face ashen, he strode forward and shouted at those below, "Dare to talk back to me? Do you have a death wish? Looking for trouble?"

"Yue Qianchou, if you have the guts, come down and fight!" Yan Cheng shouted, pointing his finger.

"Since you're tired of living, I'll send you down below to join your two junior brothers." Yue Qianchou finished speaking in a chilling tone, then casually waved his hand, and a cyan flying sword flashed from his sleeve, quickly carrying him into the air. In the air, he waved his sleeves repeatedly, streaks of cyan light constantly flying out; his sleeves seemed like Storage Bag, concealing an unknown number of flying swords.

A thousand flying swords danced in the air, their momentum truly astonishing. Yue Qianchou tucked his sleeves back; at this point, with his current cultivation level, controlling a thousand flying swords simultaneously was already his limit. Moreover, the Azure Flame element within his body was almost exhausted; he couldn't release more even if he wanted to...

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