A Thousand Flying Swords (2)

Sunlight refracted into streaks of blue light. These shimmering blue rays flowed endlessly, spreading across the entire valley and shrouding it in a hazy, blue glow. Everyone squinted, blinded by the reflected light, yet their shock remained undisguised. Legend had it that in High Antiquity, a legendary figure, the Myriad Sword Demon Lord, could control ten thousand swords simultaneously. Such rumors were not to be taken lightly, but now everyone witnessed Yue Qianchou, in his rage, unleashing a thousand flying swords with a flick of his sleeve. They danced in the air, glaring at the vast earth, intent on taking lives!

Yan Cheng stared in disbelief, instinctively feeling like he'd stirred up a hornet's nest. Yan Bugui and the others exchanged bewildered glances, looking at Yue Qianchou, who was coldly staring down from mid-air, all with expressions of disbelief. The people from Fu Xian Island exchanged glances: Returning Origin Sword Art —Yuqian Sword!

"Yan Cheng, do you know your crime?" Yue Qianchou's cold voice descended from mid-air, echoing through the valley. The flying swords scattered around him all stopped, their gleaming blue blades slowly adjusting their direction, all fixed on Yan Cheng below. The Black Flame Greatsword, capable of taking a life with a single strike, could not be repeated. This time, he unleashed all the Azure Fire flying sword he could control. He wanted to fight a fair and square battle, to let the entire Cultivation World know his abilities, that he was not someone who relied on luck.

A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator actually dared to question Tribulation Transcendence stage, and in such a matter-of-fact tone. Everyone was speechless, wondering if Yan Cheng could withstand the power of a thousand swords being fired simultaneously. It seemed that these cyan flying swords were not ordinary flying swords. If it were them... The thought of a thousand flying swords shooting towards them at the same time sent chills down everyone's spines.

The Ziyi's gaze lingered on the thousand flying swords, her pretty face filled with excitement, her small fists clenched tightly. From Yue Qianchou's domineering aura, she seemed to see the shadow of Elder Bi. The Four Great Families, on the other hand, wore expressions of solemn reverence. Their Old Ancestor's disciple, when unleashed, was a force to be reckoned with!

"What crime have I committed?" Yan Cheng clicked his tongue, his voice slightly dry as he asked. His tone had shifted from the earlier furious shouting to a cautious one. When life and death were at stake, it was indeed strength that determined the opponent's attitude.

"Who told you my name?" Yue Qianchou glanced at the surrounding mountains and changed the subject. Upon hearing this, the various factions exchanged glances, all sharing the same suspicion as Yue Qianchou.

Upon Yan Bugui snorted coldly and transmitted his voice to Yan Cheng, saying, "Mr. Yan, there is no need to hesitate. You can tell him that I told you."

He had a grudge against Yue Qianchou, so why would he care about adding an extra dish? Although it wouldn't really matter if he said it out loud, how could Yan Cheng possibly expose him? If he did, it wouldn't just be a matter of him losing face; his master, who lived far away in the Xiushui Kingdom, would also lose face.

Thinking of his master, whose cultivation had reached the Spirit Transformation stage, Yan Cheng more confident. He shouldn't be intimidated by others' pretense. No matter how strong a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was, how strong could they be? So he cracked his whip and shouted, "Yue Qianchou, if you want to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"

Ultimately, he was still a bit lacking in confidence; otherwise, he would have already taken action and wouldn't have been wasting his breath.

"You're truly courting death. To me, your broken whip is no different from withered grass and rotten wood." Yue Qianchou shook his head and raised his hand, saying, "I have a thousand flying swords ready. If you had the late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending Realm, you might have been able to escape with your life by relying on teleportation. Unfortunately, you are not. I will give you one more chance to live. Tell me whoever said my name, and then cut out your own tongue. I may let you go. Otherwise, you will not see the sunrise tomorrow."

After his last battle with Luo Qingtian, whose monstrous speed even his flying sword couldn't keep up with, he learned a valuable lesson. This time, the Azure Fire flying sword was fully prepared, unafraid that Yan Cheng would escape into the sky.

"Arrogant!" Yan Cheng shouted, his protective Gang Qi instantly surging from his body to envelop him. He tossed his long whip into the air, shooting towards Yue Qianchou like a serpent.

"You're courting death!" Yue Qianchou sneered, pointing out with one finger. Dozens of azure lights flashed out, frantically attacking the long whip like crows snatching food... Although the Azure Fire flying sword was not as good as the Black Fire flying sword, it was still top-notch in sharpness. Yan Cheng two fellow disciples had met their nemesis when they encountered Yue Qianchou.

The moment the Black Dragon Whip clashed with the Azure Fire flying sword, it was already covered in wounds. Others were unaware, but Yan Cheng immediately sensed it. In shock, he made a hand seal, and the Black Dragon Whip snapped in the air, whipping its tail to shake off the Azure Fire flying sword, which was wrapped around it, and then turned to fly back.

Yue Qianchou sneered. If there were only one Azure Fire flying sword, it might not be enough to deal with you, but here are a thousand. This little whip can fly into the sky. He activated his sword technique, and dozens of flying swords cut off the whip's return path. A group of fierce creatures pounced on it and pecked wildly. It was practically a standard gang fight.

Yan Cheng filled with anxiety. The Black Dragon Whip was the weapon that made him famous. Once destroyed, finding an equally suitable magic Law Treasure would be no easy task. His finger gestures almost created afterimages as the whip darted wildly through the air, sometimes darting east and west, sometimes whipping its head and tail...

However, Yue Qianchou's skill in controlling the flying swords was no less than his skill in controlling the whip. As soon as the Black Dragon Whip shook off the flying swords that were wrapped around it, other flying swords, ready to peck at its head, tail, and waist, came chasing after it. There was no way it could escape! It just wouldn't let it get away, relentlessly wrapping around and beating it... The divine whip that had previously made all the sects fear it and refuse to fight was now in such a sorry state, with no way to escape, leaving everyone speechless.

The people of Fu Xian Island looked at each other intently. Ever since Yue Qianchou made a dashing appearance with the Returning Origin Sword Art on Fu Xian Island, everyone had carefully studied this sword technique. However, the only conclusion they reached was that it was 'flashy' and impractical. Now, the scene of a thousand swords appearing was extraordinary in its sheer scale. If Yue Qianchou were to use it in the same way, even if the quality of the flying swords themselves was inferior to this cyan flying sword, imagine someone being entangled and attacked by a thousand flying swords, just like this whip being entangled. Apart from a few with great cultivation, how many people could easily escape? Moreover, Yue Qianchou was only at the Nascent Soul Realm. What would happen if a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator were to control it? Just thinking about it made them eager to see what would happen.

They were unknowingly guarding the precious techniques left by their ancestors! Everyone had been misled! The group from Fu Xian Island suddenly realized their mistake, nodded to each other silently, and decided that after returning to their sect, they must solemnly inform the sect leader about this matter and take the Returning Origin Sword Art very seriously.

Yan Cheng was still desperately trying to perform hand seals, attempting a final effort to save the Black Dragon Whip. However, before everyone's eyes, the sharp whip tail, made of either beast horn or fang, suddenly broke off from the long whip. Several streaks of green light chased after it, poked at it a few times, and, finding it useless, immediately flashed back to join the group attack. They continued to work on that long, black thing.

The fang-like whip tail fell sadly to the ground, but it was only the beginning. With it leading the way, broken whips followed one after another... Yan Cheng felt like crying but had no tears. He stopped making hand gestures, and the Black Dragon Whip was shattered into hundreds of pieces!

The victorious azure light seemed somewhat unsatisfied, darting about in the air for a while before finally returning to its sword position when it had nowhere else to attack. The various factions, witnessing this scene, were speechless. Such a ferocious Sword Control cultivation technique was simply unheard of and unseen before; today had truly been an eye-opener for them.

When everyone looked at Yue Qianchou again, their gazes became much more serious. Previously, many who hadn't witnessed Yue Qianchou's victory over Luo Qingtian attributed it to the power of his treasures and luck. Now, however, they clearly saw the power of his 'strength'. Although the battle was still undecided, Yue Qianchou's formidable and outstanding Sword Control cultivation technique undoubtedly earned him a place in the Cultivation World.

The disdainful looks that the various factions had previously shown were gone. From today onward, they would take this young man with his rather eccentric name seriously.

The woman in Ziyi watched with great interest, her eyes sparkling. It seemed she wasn't worried about Yue Qianchou fighting, no matter when or who. Her blind worship of Bi Changchun had led her to believe that it was only natural for Elder Bi's disciple to behave this way.

Yan Cheng looked around somewhat dejectedly. Thousands of flying swords floated in the valley, poised to strike from all angles, aiming at him within his protective Gang Qi. The cyan sword net completely surrounded him.

At this moment, whether it was the Cultivation Alliance or Yan Bugui and the others, witnessing this scene in the valley, they all felt somewhat ashamed for Yan Cheng. It was simply a joke that a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcendence stage was trapped and unable to move an inch when fighting a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Yue Qianchou glanced at Yan Bugui on the mountaintop and Yan Cheng a faint smile, "Although you provoked me, I have always been a kind-hearted person. Of your three fellow disciples, you are the only one left. I can't bear to kill you all. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I can spare your life."

Upon hearing this, several cold snorts echoed through the valley from Yan Bugui, indicating that the speaker possessed extremely high cultivation. The group's gazes, sharp as knives, were fixed on Yue Qianchou. Yan Cheng was representing them; if he knelt and admitted defeat, it wouldn't just be him losing face, but Yan Bugui and his group who had initiated the challenge would be utterly disgraced. It was like if someone from the Cultivation Alliance knelt and admitted defeat; the shame the Huaxia Cultivation World would lose would be irreparable.

The Cultivation Alliance was secretly astonished, feeling that Yue Qianchou's words were indeed excessive. Little did they know that Yue Qianchou had other considerations. Challenges had rules: if one side conceded, the other could not kill. His provocative words were intended to cut off the opponent's path to surrender before delivering the fatal blow. He never considered letting his opponent live a good thing. Having decided to use this battle to establish himself in the Cultivation World, his past experience told him that winning people over with virtue was often less direct and effective than cultivating a fearsome reputation. Once he had a firm foothold, he could gradually accumulate good deeds later!

As expected, Yan Cheng flew into a rage upon hearing this, pointing his finger and shouting, "Yue Qianchou, don't be so arrogant! You think you can force me to beg for mercy and admit defeat with just a measly flying sword? What a joke!"

"Clang!" He had barely finished speaking when a bolt of azure light struck his protective Gang Qi like lightning. The azure Gang Qi remained completely unharmed, quickly returning to its original position. Yue Qianchou nodded and smiled, "As expected, you have something to rely on, no wonder! But today I'm going to teach you foreign cultivators a lesson. How dare you trespass in the Huaxia Cultivation World?"

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