Lord of Cangyun City

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

"Question Dao Realm? I never expected a second Question Dao Realm cultivator besides Liu Zhengyang in a second-rate sect like the Falling Cloud Sect." Feeling the biting Sword Qi coming from Sword Thirteen, the old man looked surprised.

For a second-rate faction, having one Question Dao Realm cultivator was already quite impressive. If it had several, it would be an absolutely top-tier second-rate faction.

As for a first-rate sect or faction, it needed a great cultivator in the True Dharma Realm at its helm to qualify as first-rate...

"There's a lot you don't know. The Falling Cloud Sect doesn't go looking for trouble, but we're certainly not afraid of it. So, tell me, how do you want to die?" Sword Thirteen smiled calmly and looked at the old man as he spoke.

As he spoke, a Blood-Gold Longsword appeared in his hand. His terrifying Sword Qi surged forth like an endless tide, pouring toward the old man.

"No wonder you're a sword cultivator. This Sword Qi of yours... I'll give you that." Feeling the vast Sword Qi, the old man's gaze grew a little more serious.

In the next moment, gray mist suddenly roiled around him. A bone-chilling aura emanated from his body, making everyone present shiver.

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

The old man let out a sinister laugh and clenched his withered fingers. A black saber appeared in his hand, accompanied by the ghastly wails of ghosts and wolves.

Before his words had even faded, the old man blurred into a gray shadow and lunged straight at Sword Thirteen.

He swung the saber in his hand, its blade glimmering with poisonous black light. Wherever it passed, even the air sizzled as it corroded, leaving streaks of black in its wake.

"Oh? Then let's see you try."

Sword Thirteen's gaze was indifferent. He took a light step, his figure darting up like a startled swan. The Blood-Gold Longsword trembled in his hand, ringing out with a clear, resonant hum.

With a flick of his wrist, a golden Sword Qi, refined to the utmost, shot through the air. A fine crack appeared in space wherever it passed.

"Clang—!"

The clash of metal rang deafeningly. The golden Sword Qi collided with the black claws, and a violent shock wave swept out from the two men, instantly cracking the white jade ground with countless spiderweb fractures.

The old man felt an overbearing Sword Qi surge through his claws and into his body, tearing at his meridians. He staggered backward three steps, each footfall leaving a deep imprint in the ground.

He lowered his eyes to his claws. The black poisonous light at his fingertips had vanished, and several fine cracks had even appeared.

"What overbearing Sword Qi! How is this possible? He's only someone who came from a second-rate sect..." The old man looked up at Sword Thirteen, his heart full of shock.

"Haha! Anyone can call for backup! If you've got the guts, try your hand against this guy!"

Seeing that the old man had lost ground, Gu Qingzhou immediately jumped in, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"You!" The old man flushed at his words and glared at Gu Qingzhou. He wanted to attack, but in the end, he held himself back.

"Ooh, I'm so scared! Old Deng, beat him up!" Gu Qingzhou nimbly ducked behind Sword Thirteen and taunted him.

At that moment, seeing this, the young man nearby was also overcome with anger. He shouted at the old man, "Uncle Wang, what are you doing? Kill them already!"

"Young master, he's at the same level as me. It's not as if I can just kill him..." The old man's face filled with bitterness as he spoke.

Forget killing him. After that first clash, he already knew he was no match for Sword Thirteen...

"You useless waste!"

Hearing this, the young man flew into a rage and cursed the old man. Then he turned his vicious gaze back on Mo Shang and the others.

"Don't think I don't have a way to deal with you. This is Cangyun City!"

With that, the young man pulled a jade pendant from his robe and crushed it in his fist.

As the pendant shattered, space suddenly split open, and an incomparably violent aura poured from the rift.

A towering figure clad in Crimson Gold Battle Armor, flames blazing around him, strode out of the spatial rift.

A terrifying pressure crashed down like the sky collapsing. Everyone present except Sword Thirteen felt their knees buckle, and nearly fell to the ground.

The newcomer bore a strong resemblance to the young man, with seven parts alike. His brows and eyes held an imperious, world-dominating ferocity. Clearly, he was the young man's father, Li Batian, Lord of Cangyun City!

His gaze swept across those present before settling on the young man, whose face was pale. He asked coolly, "What happened?"

Seeing his father arrive, the young man's confidence returned. He pointed at Sword Thirteen and the others, weeping and sobbing as he complained, "Father! They dared to attack me! Please kill them!"

At this, Li Batian turned his dark eyes toward Sword Thirteen and scrutinized him for a moment. A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. "People from the Falling Cloud Sect? Since Liu Zhengyang won't discipline you, I'll teach you what humility means."

As soon as he finished speaking, the terrifying pressure of the True Dharma Realm enveloped the entire area. Sword Thirteen, bearing the brunt of it, couldn't help but change expression. It was as if an abyss pressed down on him, making even breathing difficult.

Of course, Sword Thirteen wasn't the one suffering most. The onlookers who'd been watching the spectacle were caught off guard. One after another, they sprawled on the ground, unable to move...

"Old Deng, can you handle him?"

Seeing the sweat on Sword Thirteen's forehead, Gu Qingzhou couldn't help asking.

"Obviously not! He's in the True Dharma Realm!" Sword Thirteen gritted his teeth against the pressure, but still shot Gu Qingzhou a glare.

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

"Don't worry. Our sect master isn't a pushover either." Sword Thirteen smiled calmly.

As soon as Sword Thirteen finished speaking, the terrifying pressure of the True Dharma Realm vanished from the area. Then a helpless voice suddenly rang out.

"You lot sure know how to find trouble for me..."

Space rippled faintly, and Liu Zhengyang emerged from the void. He stood with his hands behind his back, shielding everyone.

Dressed in green, Liu Zhengyang wore a faint smile as he looked at Li Batian and said, "It's been so many years, and you still like throwing your weight around against your juniors."

"Hmph, so what? Do you still think you're the Liu Zhengyang of years ago? These days, you're nothing but a cripple who can't break through!" Li Batian snorted, his tone full of mockery.

"You can try..." Liu Zhengyang's expression didn't change in the face of the taunt. A faint smile remained on his face.

"Hmph, then I'll see what gives you the right to say that now!"

With that, Li Batian's aura churned. A vast force, carrying an intensely scorching heat, poured out once more.

Yet Li Batian's aura did not affect the others. The instant it reached Liu Zhengyang, it vanished completely, leaving only a gentle breeze...

As Li Batian unleashed his full presence, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive.

"If you want to fight, then let's take it outside. If we anger the one here, we'll have no end of trouble..."

Just then, Liu Zhengyang spoke calmly, his figure flashing into the sky above Cangyun City.

"Hmph."

Li Batian snorted and immediately followed him.