Lord of Cangyun City

The familiar figure emerged from the void, and the newcomer was none other than the Sword Peak's master, Sword Thirteen!

"Question Dao Realm? I didn't expect that a second-rate sect like your Falling Cloud Sect would have a second Question Dao Realm besides Liu Zhengyang." Feeling the sharp sword intent radiating from Sword Thirteen, the old man's eyes showed surprise.

For a second-rate force, having one Question Dao Realm cultivator was already quite good; having a few more would make it a top-tier second-rate force.

As for first-rate sects or forces, they needed a True Dharma Realm grand cultivator to be considered first-rate...

"You haven't seen the half of it. My Falling Cloud Sect doesn't stir up trouble, but we're certainly not afraid of it. Tell me, how do you want to die?" Sword Thirteen smiled faintly, looking at the old man as he spoke slowly.

As he spoke, a blood-gold longsword appeared in his hand, and a terrifying sword intent surged like an endless tide, crashing down toward the old man.

"As expected of a sword cultivator. This sword intent—this old man acknowledges it." Feeling this vast sword intent, the old man's gaze turned somewhat serious.

The next moment, gray mist suddenly churned around the old man, and a chilling, yin-cold aura emanated from him, causing everyone present to shiver involuntarily.

"However, I've killed plenty of sword cultivators like you!"

The old man let out a sinister laugh. His withered fingers clenched abruptly, and a black longblade appeared in his hand, accompanied by a series of mournful wails like ghosts crying.

Before his words faded, the old man's figure flickered, transforming into a gray shadow that lunged straight at Sword Thirteen.

He swung the longblade in his hand, which glowed with a pitch-black poisonous light. Wherever it passed, even the air corroded with a sizzling sound, leaving behind trails of black marks.

"Oh? Then let's give it a try."

Sword Thirteen's gaze was indifferent. He stepped lightly, his figure rising like a startled swan. The blood-gold longsword trembled in his hand, letting out a clear, resonant sword cry.

He flicked his wrist, and a condensed golden Sword Qi shot through the air. Where the Sword Qi passed, even space was torn open with a faint crack.

"Clang—!"

The clash of metal was deafening. The golden Sword Qi collided with the pitch-black claw, and a violent wave of energy radiated outward from the two of them, shattering the white jade floor into countless spiderweb-like cracks.

The old man felt a domineering, unmatched sword intent surge into his body through the claw, savagely tearing at his meridians. His figure involuntarily staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

He looked down at his claw and saw that the black poisonous light at his fingertips had already dissipated, and even several fine cracks had appeared.

"Such overbearing sword intent... How is this possible? He's just someone from a second-rate sect..." The old man looked up at Sword Thirteen, his heart filled with shock.

"Haha, anyone can call for backup! If you've got the guts, try your luck with this one!"

Seeing the old man at a disadvantage, Gu Qingzhou immediately jumped out, his face full of smugness.

"You!" The old man's face flushed red at the words. He glared at Gu Qingzhou, wanting to make a move, but ultimately held back.

"Oh, I'm so scared! Old geezer, go get him!" Gu Qingzhou dodged behind Sword Thirteen in a flash, speaking with a cheeky grin.

At this moment, the young man watching from the side was also filled with rage. He shouted at the old man, "Uncle Wang, what are you doing? Why haven't you killed them yet?"

"Young master, he's in the same realm as me. It's not so easy to just kill him..." The old man's face showed bitterness as he spoke slowly.

Forget killing—after that one exchange, he already knew in his heart that he was no match for Sword Thirteen...

"Useless waste!"

Hearing this, the young man grew even more furious. He cursed the old man, then turned his vicious gaze back to Mo Shang and the others.

"Don't think I have no way to deal with you. This is Cangyun City!"

With that, the young man pulled a jade pendant from his bosom and crushed it forcefully.

As the pendant shattered, space was suddenly torn open with a crack, and an incredibly violent aura poured out from the rift.

The next moment, a burly figure clad in crimson-gold armor, surrounded by blazing flames, stepped out from the spatial rift.

A terrifying pressure descended like the heavens collapsing, causing every cultivator present except Sword Thirteen to buckle at the knees, nearly falling to the ground.

The newcomer's face was seventy percent similar to the young man's, with a domineering, world-dominating brutality in his brow. Clearly, this was the young man's father, the city lord of Cangyun City, Li Batian!

His gaze swept over the crowd, landing on the pale-faced young man, and he spoke indifferently, "What happened?"

Seeing his father had arrived, the young man immediately gained confidence. He pointed at Sword Thirteen and Mo Shang's group, crying and sniveling as he complained, "Father! They dared to lay hands on me! Kill them for me!"

Hearing this, Li Batian's dark eyes turned to Sword Thirteen. He looked him up and down for a moment, then a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "People from Falling Cloud Sect? Since Liu Zhengyang won't discipline you, then this city lord will teach you what humility means."

As his words fell, the terrifying pressure of the True Dharma Realm instantly enveloped the entire scene. Sword Thirteen, bearing the brunt of it, couldn't help but change expression. It felt as if a heavenly abyss had been placed on his back, making even breathing extremely difficult.

Of course, the worst off weren't Sword Thirteen, but the onlookers who had been watching the show. Caught off guard, one after another they collapsed to the ground, unable to move...

"Old geezer, can you handle this?"

Looking at Sword Thirteen, whose forehead was beaded with sweat, Gu Qingzhou couldn't help but ask.

"Obviously not! That's a True Dharma Realm!" Sword Thirteen gritted his teeth against the pressure, while still finding the time to shoot Gu Qingzhou a glare.

"Then what do we do now?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

"Don't worry. Our sect master isn't someone to be trifled with either." At this, Sword Thirteen gave a faint smile.

As Sword Thirteen's words fell, the terrifying pressure of the True Dharma Realm suddenly vanished from the scene. Then, a helpless voice rang out in the air.

"You really know how to find trouble for This Seat..."

Space rippled slightly, and Liu Zhengyang emerged from the void, standing with his hands behind his back, shielding the others.

Liu Zhengyang, dressed in a green robe, had a smile on his face as he looked at Li Batian and spoke calmly, "After all these years, you still like bullying the weak."

"Hmph, so what? Do you still think you're the Liu Zhengyang of old? Now, you're nothing but a cripple who can't break through!" Li Batian snorted coldly, his tone laced with mockery.

"You can try..." Facing the mockery, Liu Zhengyang's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile still hanging on his face.

"Hmph, then let me see what right you have to say such things now!"

As his words fell, Li Batian's aura surged, a vast and oppressive force carrying an intensely scorching heat pouring forth once again.

Yet, the aura Li Batian released did not affect the crowd; the moment it reached Liu Zhengyang, it dissipated entirely, leaving only a gentle breeze brushing past...

As Li Batian's full presence erupted, the atmosphere grew increasingly stifling.

"If we're going to fight, let's take it outside. Disturbing the one here would only bring trouble..."

And just then, Liu Zhengyang spoke calmly, his figure flickering as he appeared above Cangyun City.

"Hmph."

Li Batian let out a cold snort and immediately followed.