"Why is my Dragon Slaying Sword in your hands?!"
Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth as he spoke.
His crimson eyes were fixed fiercely on Wang Quan Yan before him. He looked at the sword on Wang Quan Yan with reluctant longing, yet glared at Wang Quan Yan in resentment.
At this moment.
When he looked at Wang Quan Yan, it was as though he were looking at some mortal enemy!
If the Dragon Slaying Sword was his beloved little wife—
Then Wang Quan Yan, who had taken the Dragon Slaying Sword, was naturally his mortal enemy, wasn't he?!
At this moment.
After hearing Lin Jingyu's words, the many Qingyun Sect disciples around them all turned to look at Wang Quan Yan. Sure enough, they saw a jade-green divine sword hanging at his waist.
"The Dragon Slaying Sword?"
"Wasn't the Dragon Slaying Sword passed down by Uncle Master Cangsong to Junior Brother Lin Jingyu? Why did it suddenly end up on Junior Brother Wang Quan's body?"
"Yeah, exactly."
"That's rather strange..."
The Qingyun Disciples all wore strange expressions.
A Nine Heavens Divine Weapon was a true foundation-level divine artifact no matter where it was placed, something that would be carefully preserved.
Yet—
The Dragon Slaying Sword had now appeared in Wang Quan Yan's hands. What was going on?
Wang Quan Yan was a disciple of Grand Bamboo Peak.
What right did he have to wield the Dragon Slaying Sword, the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon of Dragon Head Peak?
This question arose in the hearts of the Qingyun Disciples.
At the same time.
The Dragon Head Peak disciples outside the arena were on the verge of exploding.
The Dragon Slaying Sword was the divine artifact of their Dragon Head Peak!
And now it was in the hands of Wang Quan Yan, a Grand Bamboo Peak disciple?
Why?!
"Wang Quan Yan! I don't care what demonic trick you used—hurry up and return Junior Brother Lin's Dragon Slaying Sword!"
"That's right! Return it!"
"Return it!"
The Dragon Head Peak disciples shouted one after another.
At the very front.
Qi Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
He did not know how Wang Quan Yan had obtained the Dragon Slaying Sword either. But judging by the current situation, Wang Quan Yan was clearly at a disadvantage.
He and Wang Quan Yan did not get along.
For now, all he needed to do was wait quietly for the outcome.
Of course...
If necessary—
He could also step forward and use the title of "Senior Brother of Dragon Head Peak" to help Wang Quan Yan resolve this crisis, and then...
Wang Quan Yan would never again be able to hold his head high before him!
Qi Hao thought wantonly to himself.
It could only be said...
That he was thinking too much.
On the High Platform.
The Peak Masters watched the farce below.
Every one of them could not help but frown.
Tian Buyi glanced at Daoist Cangsong beside him.
He did not quite understand what this fellow was thinking either. Was he really planning to give the Dragon Slaying Sword to his Xiao Yan...
That was a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon!
How many Nine Heavens Divine Weapons did the Seven Peaks of Qingyun have in total?
Was Cangsong really giving one away so generously?
Tian Buyi found it hard to believe.
Yet—
The facts were right before him.
Cangsong truly showed no intention of taking it back.
He sat there silently with his eyes closed, as though everything outside had nothing to do with him.
What, exactly, was he thinking?
Tian Buyi frowned.
After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not ask in this setting.
At this moment.
True Person Dao Xuan sat there at ease.
He watched the farce below without paying it too much mind. It was perfectly normal for young people to have a few conflicts, but...
The conflict between Wang Quan Yan and Dragon Head Peak—
Probably needed to be handled properly.
True Person Dao Xuan thought to himself.
He understood Wang Quan Yan fairly well.
He knew that these grudges would not continue to develop on Wang Quan Yan's side. The only thing that needed worrying about was Dragon Head Peak...
At that thought.
True Person Dao Xuan glanced at Cangsong.
It seemed he needed to find some time to have a proper talk with Cangsong.
At this moment.
On the arena.
Wang Quan Yan stood calmly in place.
His azure Daoist robe fluttered around him. He stood tall, black hair draped over his shoulders, the Sovereign Sword held in his arms as he gazed indifferently at Lin Jingyu before him.
Facing Lin Jingyu's questioning—
As well as the many Dragon Head Peak disciples below the arena.
Wang Quan Yan's expression did not change in the slightest.
Return the Dragon Slaying Sword?
Heh—
Anything he picked up was naturally his.
Why should he return it?
Besides.
The Dragon Slaying Sword had already acknowledged him as its master of its own accord.
Even if he returned it, no one else would be able to use it...
Moreover.
As the inheritor of Wan Jianyi and the successor of the Ghost Slaying God True Art, was Wang Quan Yan not the most suitable wielder of the Dragon Slaying Sword?!
No matter how one looked at it.
He, Wang Quan Yan, was far more suited than Lin Jingyu to become the master of the Dragon Slaying Sword!
"Return it to you?"
Wang Quan Yan smiled.
He casually tucked the Sovereign Sword in his arms into his belt, then took up the Dragon Slaying Sword at his other side and said:
"Sure."
"The sword is right here. If you can take it away yourself, I'll return it to you..."
The moment those words came out.
The Qingyun Disciples around them were all stunned.
Especially the group from Dragon Head Peak.
They stared at Wang Quan Yan in astonishment. They had not expected him to truly intend to return it. This was a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon!!
Qi Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could not understand Wang Quan Yan's move.
At this moment.
Joy appeared on Lin Jingyu's face.
He could not be bothered with whatever schemes Wang Quan Yan had. Right now, all he wanted was to get his Dragon Slaying Sword back!
With that thought.
Lin Jingyu did not hesitate.
He strode forward, grabbed the Dragon Slaying Sword, and tried to pull it from its sheath.
However—
Lin Jingyu exerted sixty percent of his strength.
The Dragon Slaying Sword did not budge in the slightest. It showed no intention of leaving its sheath.
"Hm?!"
Lin Jingyu froze.
This time, he used all his strength. He even tried communicating with the Dragon Slaying Sword as he had done in the past, but...
The Dragon Slaying Sword still had no intention of leaving its sheath.
Not only did it refuse to leave its sheath—
The spirit of the divine weapon even conveyed a message to him. Its meaning was roughly: "Get lost! Don't come looking for me anymore! I'm afraid my new master will misunderstand..."
At that moment.
Lin Jingyu was stunned.
He stared blankly at the Dragon Slaying Sword before him, one hand still gripping the hilt, feeling as though the sky itself had collapsed...
Whoosh!
Just then.
The Dragon Slaying Sword erupted with sword intent on its own, directly knocking Lin Jingyu's filthy hand away.
As though it were saying—
Don't touch me! I'm afraid my new master will misunderstand!
"Stagger, stagger, stagger~"
Lin Jingyu retreated several steps in despair.
Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees and looked at the Dragon Slaying Sword with utter despair on his face.
"No!"
Snowflakes drifted, the north wind howled~
Lin Jingyu looked utterly miserable, like the one who had been abandoned. He felt as though his entire world were about to collapse...
Seeing this.
The Qingyun Disciples around them exchanged looks.
What was wrong with Lin Jingyu?
They had no idea what had happened. All they saw was that Lin Jingyu apparently could not even draw the Dragon Slaying Sword?!
What on earth was going on?
Someone from Dragon Head Peak questioned, "Did he use some demonic trick? Otherwise, how could Junior Brother Lin possibly be unable to even draw his sword?!"
The moment those words were spoken.
The other Dragon Head Peak disciples immediately agreed.
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