A Thousand Flying Swords (3)

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui silent. Those around him, however, turned ashen-faced, while the Cultivation Alliance erupted in cheers!

Yan Cheng out a cold snort, relying on his Gang Qi, he forcefully smashed aside the flying swords that were stopped around him, and quickly flew towards Yan Bugui and the others. His intention was clear: as long as he left the valley, he would have lost, and his opponents would no longer be able to pursue him. This was the best way to save his life after failing the challenge.

Yue Qianchou chuckled coldly. Just as I expected, when people are in danger, everyone wants to survive. You think you can just run away like that? Luckily, I had planned ahead. Otherwise, if you had admitted defeat in front of everyone, I would have had to give up.

Everyone saw through Yan Cheng's intentions. He refused to admit defeat but wanted to escape. He wanted to save his life but didn't want to lose too much face. Now it was up to Yue Qianchou to see if he could keep him there.

To everyone's surprise, the flying swords scattered throughout the valley did not launch a fierce attack. Hundreds of flying swords followed Yan Cheng's movements, poised and ready to strike. The remaining hundreds enveloped the fleeing protective Gang Qi. From a distance, it looked like a cactus or a hedgehog in flight.

Yue Qianchou paused in mid-air, arms crossed, staring expressionlessly at the spiky ball. No one understood what he was up to. Yan Cheng, hidden within his protective Gang Qi, was also somewhat surprised that his opponent hadn't launched a direct attack. While this was good, it also left him with a strange unease.

His worries were justified; Yue Qianchou wouldn't let him off so easily. Just as he felt uneasy and sped away, a sudden burst of intense heat emanated from outside his protective Gang Qi. The protective Gang Qi, which was connected to his mind, almost collapsed instantly, but the menacing flying swords outside forced him to withstand the attack head-on... To everyone's surprise, Yan Cheng stopped in mid-air. Had he suddenly realized his mistake and decided to fight Yue Qianchou for the sake of his honor?

Yan Bugui and the others looked at each other, wondering what Yan Cheng was up to. They glanced at Yue Qianchou and saw that he was sneering maliciously. They immediately felt something was wrong!

Several voice transmissions reached Yan Cheng's ears, asking him what was going on. However, he was currently suffering in silence, desperately resisting the intense heat. The scorching temperature seemed to be teasing him; just as he began to adapt, the temperature would immediately rise again, and then rise even higher. It seemed determined not to let go until he was forced to release his protective Gang Qi. However, he was currently unarmed, and once he released his protective Gang Qi, facing the thousands of flying swords outside, he would be doomed.

With his eyes bloodshot, his skin bright red, and blood seeping from his seven orifices, Yan Cheng could no longer endure the torment and made the same move as Luo Qingtian, the Daluo Sect Master —self-destructing his protective Gang Qi!

"Bang!" Before everyone's eyes, a loud bang suddenly rang out, and the spiky ball formed by the cyan flying sword was instantly blasted into pieces. The air current surged, and a figure quickly darted out from within, attempting to use the impact of the explosion to disperse the flying sword and escape quickly.

However, only a few hundred flying swords were scattered by the explosion; the remaining few hundred were already prepared and waiting for him. As soon as Yan Cheng rushed out, hundreds of cold, azure lights immediately broke through the turbulent airflow and shot towards him impatiently from all directions.

Yan Cheng's ability to cultivate to the mid Tribulation stage wasn't entirely without merit. Without the burden of his protective Gang Qi, seeing the swarm of flying swords attacking, he went all out, unleashing a flurry of palm strikes in all directions. "Bang bang bang..." He unleashed powerful bursts of energy, deflecting the incoming flying swords, managing to withstand the first wave of attacks with his superior cultivation. However, there were simply too many flying swords; even the azure swords that had initially been blasted away by his self-destructing protective Gang Qi surged back in...

Everyone remained silent. Judging from the situation, it was clear that this mid Tribulation stage expert was making a futile, death-defying struggle, desperately depleting his cultivation to resist, yet unable to move an inch. How long could he hold out like this? Although they didn't know what method Yue Qianchou had used to force him to self-destruct his protective Gang Qi, since he had arranged everything step by step, it was likely that he had no intention of letting him go.

Powerful bursts of energy were unleashed, yet none could guarantee a perfect strike; after all, there were simply too many flying swords. Finally, one cyan blade slipped through the net... Yan Cheng, already bleeding from all seven orifices, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his body trembled violently, and after a slight contortion, a strange sorrow flashed across his face as he watched a cyan blade emerge from his chest, drawing a spray of crimson blood. With all his might, Yan Cheng unleashed several more palm strikes, shouting mournfully at Yue Qianchou, "Yue Qianchou, I will haunt you even as a ghost!"

The mournful sound echoed endlessly in the valley. No wonder he uttered such resentful words. After his death, the deaths of his three fellow disciples were ultimately related to Yue Qianchou. How could he not hate him!

The thousand flying swords suddenly stopped in mid-air, ceasing their attack. Everyone was surprised; was this guy going to show mercy? Just as they were wondering Yue Qianchou said indifferently, "Even as a ghost, you won't let me go? What a joke! I hope you can cultivate to the late Ghost King stage after becoming a ghost, otherwise you won't even have the right to see me. I have a piece of advice for you: after becoming a ghost, be content to reincarnate as a human!"

This conversation left everyone bewildered, but Ziyi and the members of the Four Great Families understood. If a person becomes a ghost, and their resentment is too persistent, they might indeed linger in the mortal realm instead of entering the underworld. However, the yang energy in the mortal realm is too strong, something a newly initiated ghost cultivator cannot withstand; they would likely perish quickly. Even if they could barely survive, how could mortal cultivators allow a ghost cultivator to remain in the secular world? The guardians of morality would certainly eliminate them. Currently, the only suitable place for ghost cultivators to cultivate is the Demon Ghost Domain, which gathers Yin Qi. However, to cause trouble for Yue Qianchou in the Demon Ghost Domain, given Yue Qianchou's status there, wouldn't that be a joke?

The words had barely left his lips when streaks of azure light flashed, and the swarm of swords rushed to devour the prey, only to be met with a piercing scream before being swallowed by the bloodthirsty azure light. As a bloody mist spread through the air, even the few fallen tattered rags were chased into dust by the azure light...

Everyone gasped in shock. This sword technique was not only powerful and ruthless, but also exceptionally vicious, actually Yan Cheng to ashes. Not even a fragment remained. The people of Fu Xian Island exchanged another determined look. The Returning Origin Sword Art was indeed a superior sword technique for killing enemies, capable of such ferocity!

A pungent stench of blood filled the air. Yue Qianchou frowned slightly, then spread his arms wide. A thousand cold rays of light, summoned by the wind, split into two streams of azure light, winding and shimmering as they returned, only to be instantly collected into his sleeves. Immediately, Yue Qianchou flashed, swiftly returning to the Four Great Families on his sword. Upon landing, the azure light beneath his feet deftly bounced into his sleeves. The wisp of crimson mist in the air was dispersed by a gust of wind...

Looking at Yue Qianchou, who had returned victorious, Ziyi clapped her hands excitedly. The applause was abrupt, and the atmosphere on the Cultivation Alliance's side also recovered from its dullness. Remembering that their side had won another battle, cheers immediately rose again, but everyone seemed to have lost their previous passion, and the applause and shouts were much more restrained. Everyone's expressions as they looked at Yue Qianchou were rather complicated. From today onwards, it seemed that no sect would dare to underestimate this person again.

"Senior Chang, why didn't you let me Yan Cheng 'I'll lose!' That way, at least I could have saved his life," Yan Bugui asked the old man in brocade robes beside him telepathically. Yan Cheng was in dire straits just now, and he was about to shout 'I'll lose!' when the old man stopped him.

The old man in brocade robes smiled faintly and replied telepathically, "Palace Master Yan, you are now representing the Cultivation World of various countries. How can you say you're admitting defeat?"

This explanation is too far-fetched. If I can't say, can't you either? Who knows what you're up to? Yan Bugui frowned but said nothing.

The old man in brocade robes seemed to see through his thoughts and transmitted his voice with a smile, "Although Old Monster Yan Ji of the Liuyan Sect of Xiushui Kingdom cannot come to the Huaxia Cultivation World in person, he has a junior brother named Yan Huan, whose cultivation is quite high. He has already reached the peak of the late Tribulation Transcendence stage and is said to have just begun to understand the Spirit Transformation stage. If Yan Ji knew that all three of his disciples had perished here, he would probably send his junior brother here. Palace Master Yan, do you think it's worth it to exchange the life of a mid Tribulation stage cultivator for a master whose cultivation is close to the Spirit Transformation stage?"

Yan Bugui pondered for a moment, then transmitted his voice, "A master close to the Spirit Transformation stage? Senior Chang, isn't it said that the Number One Expert Under Heaven forbids any Spirit Transformation stage cultivators from coming to the Huaxia Cultivation World? If we really attract this master close to the Spirit Transformation stage, won't it provoke the Number One Expert Under Heaven to intervene?"

"No, although Yan Huan's cultivation is high, he has not yet reached the Spirit Transformation stage and is not within the scope of the restrictions," the old man in brocade robes transmitted his voice with a twitch in his expression.

"Who exactly is that Number One Expert Under Heaven? Senior Chang, have you ever met him?" Yan Bugui asked telepathically.

To be honest, a year ago, Yan Bugui had always thought that the Spirit Transformation stage was a legendary figure, impossible to exist in reality. However, at his most critical moment, a group of disciples of Spirit Transformation stage experts suddenly appeared to his rescue, which he found utterly unbelievable. Afterwards, both sides reached a mutually beneficial agreement, and he understood their purpose in coming. But what intrigued him most was just who this legendary Number One Expert Under Heaven in the world was, that so many Spirit Transformation stage experts were so hesitant to set foot in China. This was rather perplexing. He had asked these people more than once, but no one was willing to elaborate, as if this Number One Expert Under Heaven was a taboo subject in everyone's eyes.

Upon hearing this, the old man in brocade robes seemed momentarily dazed. He recalled how his master had taken him to the East Sea to broaden his horizons, a trip his master hadn't considered a big deal. But what happened next was utterly chilling... That man had brazenly forced all the Spirit Transformation stage experts in the world to swear poisonous oaths, and then, at the slightest provocation, he attacked. Sixteen top-tier cultivators, humiliated, joined forces to fight to the death, only to perish at his hands. That figure in the pale blue robes was a nightmare, a memory he could recall with his eyes closed. The man's cultivation was terrifying, beyond his wildest dreams.

"Palace Master Yan, people of that level are not our concern. Let's deal with the matter at hand!" the brocade-robed elder transmitted his voice, his expression shifting. None of them had told the Yan family father and son that the reason the Spirit Transformation stage cultivators from various countries hadn't come was because they had been forced to swear a poisonous oath. There were two reasons for not telling: first, they feared the Yan family father and son would be frightened; second, no one would reveal the humiliation suffered by their teacher.

Yan Bugui hummed in agreement and nodded slightly, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a fleeting look of fear on the old man's face. He became even more determined to find out more about the Number One Expert Under Heaven, so as not to suffer a loss without even realizing it.

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