Dugu Qiubai, the Sword Demon

The giant python lay prone from the sky, resembling Flood Dragon from the Myth.

Atop the giant python stood a burly middle-aged man. However, due to the python's incredible speed and the profound darkness of the night, most people were unable to make out his features.

The giant, serpentine snake deliberately flew over Jiumozhi's head, causing the dignified and solemn Master Jiumozhi, who resembled the Buddha incarnate, to break out in a cold sweat. In particular, the snake's blood-red eyes, as large as cartwheels, were fixed on him, making him feel extremely uneasy and nervous.

Jiumozhi could not help but be fearless.

Although his cultivation was decent, he was only at the Grandmaster level of the mid-Golden Core stage, far inferior to the opponent's peak Golden Core stage strength.

Therefore, Jiumozhi was in a very bad mood, extremely bad.

Damn it, can't you just let someone show off in a decent way?

Jiumozhi cursed inwardly, but he felt the air currents created by the giant python slowly flying overhead, as well as the immense pressure from above. He declared that he was a sincere Buddhist practitioner, aiming for purity of mind and body, and that he could completely endure minor setbacks.

"Hiss!"

Jiumozhi was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures when he suddenly heard the giant python roar. Then he felt a sticky, foul-smelling substance appear above his head.

Jiumozhi was struck by the pungent stench, and his face instantly turned ashen.

Damn it, flying over Buddha's head is one thing, but then they have to poop and pee on Buddha's head!

As the saying goes, one can tolerate an uncle, but not an aunt!

Enraged, Jiumozhi was about to teach the beast above a lesson. But before he could act, a calm male voice came from above. "This beast has been eating a bit too much lately, and its stomach isn't feeling well. Master Jiumozhi won't hold it against you, will he?"

The voice above was calm, but it carried an undeniable indifference and arrogance.

At the same time, a powerful aura descended from above as if the sky were collapsing, making Jiumozhi feel as if he were carrying a small mountain on his back. A chilling aura enveloped him, and for a moment Jiumozhi even lost all perception of the outside world. Although it was only for a moment, it still made Jiumozhi feel a chill down his spine.

When masters clash, the outcome hinges on a single, albeit narrow, margin.

Jiumozhi understood that if the enemy had launched a powerful attack at that moment, he might already be dead!

Jiumozhi's back was covered in cold sweat, which even soaked his robe.

Amitabha Buddha! Even Buddha himself could cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle. What is a little humiliation like this humble monk being subjected to excrement and urine?

Nothing in this world is unforgivable.

Jiumozhi chanted a Buddhist prayer. "Amitabha Buddha! This humble monk has long admired the name of Ouyang Feng, the master of White Camel Mountain. Meeting him today, I can see he is indeed extraordinary."

The clash between the two sparked a flurry of discussion among the martial arts practitioners and players below.

"Holy crap, that's awesome! That Yamato was completely deflated!"

"Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, is the strongest expert in the Western Regions. He is the most powerful expert in the world today who is closest to the Nascent Soul realm. Jiumozhi has never even heard of him, how could he possibly be comparable to Ouyang Feng? However, this Yamato has some discernment, otherwise he would probably have died right here."

"Is this the legendary Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison?"

The crowd gasped in surprise, expressing astonishment at Ouyang Feng's appearance, but mostly delight.

The more skilled experts who arrived, the more excited they became.

"Ouyang Feng, it's been many years, and you're still as arrogant as ever."

Just as people were surprised by Ouyang Feng's appearance, a gentle and calm voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

The sound seemed to carry some strange power, making people feel relaxed and at ease, easing the tension caused by the appearance of the giant python.

At the same time, the thick dark clouds in the sky silently dissipated, and the bright and gentle moonlight once again shone on the earth, covering the vast land with a layer of silver frost.

"Hmph, Wang Chongyang, you're not dead yet?" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, dissatisfied, after his strange phenomenon was broken.

Wang Chongyang appeared silently, surrounded by countless starlight, like a god descending to earth draped in starlight. Although he made no move, he possessed a majestic and boundless aura that shook the heavens and earth, as if he had merged into this world, naturally becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

"Haha, it seems I've arrived just in time."

At the same time, an old man with white hair and beard arrived, stepping through the void. He had no unusual phenomena or even the slightest aura, appearing like an ordinary old man. But just by looking at his ability to arrive through the void, one could tell that this person was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

As the group appeared, the crowd below grew even more excited, erupting in enthusiastic cheers.

"Wang Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect, the foremost Daoist School of our time. Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain, a renowned Daoist School grandmaster in the martial arts world. Holy crap, is this the appeal of the legendary Sword God of the martial the Myth? So many top figures have come."

"Indeed, these people are all top-tier masters in the martial arts world, and they would never show themselves easily. Today was truly worthwhile; to be fortunate enough to see so many grandmasters appear at the same time is something Laozi brag about for a lifetime."

"Who do you think has the best chance of winning? If you ask me, it's Master Chongyang. Just look at his ability to change the world with a mere gesture; he's practically a living god!"

"Master Zhang Sanfeng is no less impressive. Look at his aura; it's as deep and boundless as the ocean."

"To be honest, you're all talking too soon. Only a few experts have arrived so far. The world is vast, and countless powerful figures haven't even arrived yet. Besides, the Sword God hasn't even appeared. The main character hasn't shown up, so what are you all getting so excited about?"

"Tch, Sword God, I think he'll soon become a God of Scoundrels. If the Sword God were to challenge any master in the world, his chances of winning would be quite good. But this time, he's challenging all the masters in the world. Even a true god would be exhausted. Do you really think the Sword God is a true god?"

Whether they were gamers or martial arts practitioners, everyone was surprised and excited by the emergence of these top experts. Of course, what intrigued them even more was who would ultimately claim the title of the World's Best artist tonight.

While everyone was discussing, more and more powerful individuals arrived.

Some flew in on swords; some arrived in luxurious sedan chairs carried by numerous powerful figures capable of treading on the void; some rode on rare and exotic beasts like immortals and gods; and some even appeared with their own background music, bringing boundless wonders with them.

In a short period of time, dozens of peerless experts have arrived from all over the world. Each of them is no weaker than the Golden Core realm, and there are even top experts at the Nascent Soul realm.

Mu Fengyun gazed at the bustling Heavenly King Mountain venue, his face showing both joy and a hint of indifference and ruthlessness.

Fight on, fight on, the more brutal the better.

He was almost intimately familiar with the allusions in Jin Yong Great World, but even with such a thorough understanding, it wasn't of much use to him in this relatively peaceful world. Mu Fengyun wanted a turbulent world, a chaotic martial arts world, because that would give him more room to maneuver.

As for trying to fool the original characters based on his own knowledge, Mu Fengyun never even considered it.

As the old saying goes, the more you know, the sooner you die.

Without sufficient strength, Mu Fengyun didn't want to reveal too much. Moreover, even without deceiving the characters in the original storyline, he was confident that as long as the martial arts world was in chaos, he could easily acquire unimaginable wealth by virtue of his understanding of Jin Yong's novels and his knowledge of treasures in various places.

"Buzz."

Just as people were discussing which master made the most impressive entrance, or which master had the highest chance of winning the battle, a buzzing sound suddenly filled the air.

No, it was everyone's weapons that started buzzing.

Those who came to watch the battle all noticed that the longswords in their hands suddenly went out of control, trembling and emitting a chilling sound.

At the same time, a chilling sword aura suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

No one knows where that sword energy came from, and no one knows just how strong it is.

They felt that the sword energy was everywhere, as if they were in a sea of swords, surrounded by long swords that could cleave the sky and split the earth!

Faced with the strange changes in the world, people were all extremely astonished.

"The Sword God! Could it be the Sword God who has arrived?!"

"Such terrifying sword intent! It has already robbed me of the will to fight before it has even appeared."

"This is incredible! This sword energy seems to be everywhere, yet it also seems to have never existed. What level is this? It's inhumanly powerful!"

People were talking about it and looking around in search of the legendary Sword God.

No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the master of the sword intent. They could only judge from the rhythm and sound of the longsword's hum that the other party seemed to be getting closer!

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, a resounding boom, powerful enough to shatter metal and split stone, echoed throughout the heavens and earth!

Accompanied by a chirping sound from the sky, everyone's longswords automatically jumped out of their sheaths, emitting a crisp hum.

In an instant, the world became a world of swords!

Heavenly King Mountain venue.

When the world changed dramatically, all the masters turned their heads to look.

Someone frowned and whispered, "Such powerful sword intent! This person's cultivation has reached the top level of this era. However, this sword intent is very different from the Sword God's. It has more of a murderous aura that can cleave the heavens and the earth, but less of the domineering aura that can destroy everything."

Wang Chongyang stroked his beard and said, "This sword intent reminds me of someone."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads in curiosity.

Wang Chongyang said calmly, "Seventy years ago, there was the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, who swept across the world!"

Sword Demon!

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly, some looking strange and others at a loss.

They recalled some legends about the Sword Demon, some incredible tales. If the Sword God represented invincibility, then the Sword Demon represented unbeatable power.

Unlike the legend of the Sword God, and unlike the Sword God's demeanor.

Legend has it that those who oppose the Sword Demon usually meet a tragic end.

The word "demon" is no joke.

The reappearance of the Sword Demon, who had disappeared for seventy years, has surprised everyone.

Of course, there was more of a faint sense of unease.

The peerless Sword Demon, who disappeared for seventy years, has reappeared; his goal is obvious!

"Haha, little Daoist, you have some sense. I've come for the Sword God today, and I don't want to start a bloodbath. You can leave now." As everyone pondered this, a hearty laugh echoed throughout the world.

The voice was powerful and resonant, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

This lunatic is definitely up to something!