Cangsong Blocks the Way? Confession of a Traitor!

"Boom—"

The Azure-clad Youth stood proudly.

In this moment, he no longer concealed his brilliance, revealing his most glorious side without reservation. He would declare his existence to the world once and for all—

From now on?

This era was called Wang Quan Yan!

He swept his gaze around.

The youth's azure Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. His posture was upright, neither servile nor arrogant. In his calm eyes flickered a sharp sword intent, a piercing gaze like an unsheathed divine blade, daring none to meet his eyes—

At this moment.

Everyone lowered their heads.

Faced with Wang Quan Yan's peerless bearing?

One by one, they all bowed their heads in shame.

Even the previously unruly Lin Jingyu? After witnessing Wang Quan Yan's splendor, he too stood frozen in place, long silent...

Because.

He found he had nothing to say.

Continue with harsh words?

Then "Don't bully the youth for being poor"?

Followed by "Don't bully the middle-aged for being poor, don't bully the elderly for being poor"...

And finally, "Rest in peace, the dead are the greatest"?

As Wang Quan Yan had said.

The gap between them was simply too vast.

Could Lin Jingyu truly catch up to Wang Quan Yan? It felt rather doubtful... In the end, he might only ever see Wang Quan Yan's back.

Lin Jingyu clenched his fists tightly.

His eyes reddened as he stared at the youth before him. He wanted to muster a surge of spirit to face him, but in the end, it drained away powerlessly...

There was no help for it.

The Wang Quan Yan before him was simply too dazzling.

How could he ever compare?

He swept his gaze—

The youth stood proudly before the crowd, one hand resting on the divine sword at his waist, radiating a terrifying sword intent. His overwhelming aura made it impossible for anyone to even meet his eyes...

"Make way."

Wang Quan Yan's calm voice rang out.

Lin Jingyu snapped back to reality and instinctively stepped aside...

And so.

This farce officially came to an end.

Everyone around came to their senses. They stared blankly at the departing youth, a complex expression flickering in their eyes...

So.

They had all been mistaken.

For a moment, someone wondered curiously:

"If Tian Ling'er knew that her beloved senior brother Qi Hao had been defeated by Wang Quan Yan—and defeated with a single sword stroke—I wonder what she would think?"

This question spread through the crowd.

Soon.

Many Qingyun Disciples began to look forward to it.

Not far away.

The aloof maiden stood among the crowd.

She held a cerulean divine sword, her clear, cold gaze fixed on the distant youth, witnessing his unparalleled, radiant bearing with her own eyes...

"So this is your true face?"

Lu Xueqi murmured to herself.

From the very first moment she saw Wang Quan Yan? She knew he was no one content to remain ordinary. Perhaps everything he had done was for the sake of a single day's ultimate bloom...

Now.

He had fully manifested his brilliance.

From this day forward? No one in the world would ever dare to overlook him again!

On the High Platform.

Many of the Peak Masters stood frozen in place.

After hearing Wang Quan Yan's domineering declaration, every single one of them couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tian Buyi even got so excited that he stood up on the spot.

His Grand Bamboo Peak had declined all the way to this generation, and it had been no easy feat to finally produce a Wang Quan Yan. Now, at last, he could see a glimmer of hope for revival!

True Person Dao Xuan nodded slightly.

He looked at Wang Quan Yan not far away and silently nodded to himself in his heart...

Not bad.

Daoist Cangsong's eyes flickered faintly.

A glint of tears seemed to well up in his eyes. To be honest, when he heard Wang Quan Yan's domineering declaration, he really couldn't hold back and nearly burst into tears...

This is what a Dragon Slaying Sword master should be!

This is a true inheritor of the Ghost Slaying God!

Senior Brother Wan...

The aloof Taoist nun sat dazedly in her seat.

Shui Yue didn't appear to be that stirred on the surface, but just how deeply her heart was moved—only she herself knew.

"Hum—!"

The aloof Taoist nun's heart trembled.

She stared blankly at the peerlessly elegant youth below, and a figure in her mind kept overlapping with his. They were so alike...

Dragon Slaying Sword master!

Ghost Slaying God inheritor!

An unstoppable momentum!

A peerlessly elegant bearing!

They were practically carved from the same mold!

With that.

The 16-to-8 round of competition came to an end.

Considering that it was already getting late?

True Person Dao Xuan announced that the remaining matches would be held the next day.

In an instant, the many disciples in front of Jade Purity Hall scattered in all directions.

Wang Quan Yan was no exception.

He left alone, and as usual, he didn't return to his small courtyard. Instead, he planned to head to the back mountain of Tongtian Peak and just rough it over at Wan Jianyi's place...

"Shua—!"

But just then.

A figure suddenly blocked Wang Quan Yan's path.

"Hm?"

The youth's eyes narrowed slightly.

Without changing his expression, he gripped the Sovereign Sword at his waist and bowed respectfully. "Disciple Wang Quan Yan pays respects to Uncle Master Cangsong."

That's right.

The one who had come was none other than Daoist Cangsong.

Wang Quan Yan didn't know what purpose the other party had in suddenly seeking him out, but he knew that Daoist Cangsong had long since secretly defected to the demon sect. Someone like this...

had to be guarded against.

Of course.

Wang Quan Yan wasn't afraid of him making a move either.

After all, this was Tongtian Peak. The sect leader, True Person Dao Xuan, was already a Taiqing-level expert. If Daoist Cangsong made a move here?

He would inevitably be exposed!

At this moment.

Daoist Cangsong stood beneath the setting sun.

Half his body had already sunk into the darkness, leaving only a pair of eyes gazing with complex emotion at the youth before him—especially at the Dragon Slaying Sword at the youth's waist...

"Nephew Wang Quan."

Daoist Cangsong spoke in a low, hollow voice. "Do you know who the previous master of the Dragon Slaying Sword was?"

Wang Quan Yan was briefly taken aback.

He hadn't expected Daoist Cangsong to seek him out just to talk about this.

Well.

It wasn't entirely surprising, either.

After all—

Daoist Cangsong was the Qingyun Sect's number one devotee of Senior Brother Wan!

"Reporting to Uncle Master Cangsong."

Wang Quan Yan said after a moment's thought, "This disciple has heard a little about it."

Hearing this.

Daoist Cangsong nodded.

He said nothing more, simply sinking into his own world, speaking as if to himself: "Back then, how peerlessly brilliant was the previous master of the Dragon Slaying Sword? He showed great kindness to many of the current Peak Masters, and everyone held him in deep respect..."

"Heh—"

"At that time, he and Daoxuan were called the Twin Jewels of Qingyun. But to be honest... I never accepted Daoxuan. I only recognized Senior Brother Wan!"

Daoist Cangsong's face twisted with bitterness.

"Why?"

"Why did Daoxuan end up as the Sect Leader instead of Senior Brother Wan?"

"Why?"

"Why did Senior Brother Wan have to die?"

"It was him!"

"Daoxuan must have used some underhanded means to kill Senior Brother Wan! I will avenge Senior Brother Wan! I will destroy him!"

"I will destroy the Qingyun Sect!"

Daoist Cangsong's face contorted to its extreme.

A terrifying aura emanated from him, and his voice seemed to rise from the depths of the Nine Nether Hells, making one mistake him for a vengeful spirit crawling out from the underworld.

This was Daoist Cangsong's confession.

The last shred of conscience from a man who had strayed down the wrong path.