With the Red-Haired Ancestor shielding them and backing them up, his disciples had always run rampant, heedless of law or heaven.
The worst of them were his most favored eldest disciple, Hong Changbao, and his granddisciple, Yao Kaijiang!
It had been a long time since Yao Kaijiang had spoken to anyone like this. Hearing Shi Sheng curse his entire sect from top to bottom, he roared in fury and released three flying sabers.
The sabers became three long, blood-red rainbows in the air, swooping from the clouds straight at Shi Sheng. Unafraid, Shi Sheng sent a Great White Light-Splitting Sword up to meet them.
Blades clashed. Three streaks of bloody radiance tangled with a silver beam amid a rapid, ringing clatter, scattering bloody sparks and silver stars in every direction.
Although Yao Kaijiang belonged to a younger generation, the Red-Haired Ancestor held him in exceptional regard, giving him plenty of private instruction and passing on his true teachings in full. His magic power and abilities surpassed those of many of his martial uncles. The Red-Haired Ancestor had also personally helped him forge his three flying sabers in imitation of the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Saber, and their quality was extraordinary. Though Shi Sheng's flying sword held a firm advantage, defeating them would not be easy.
Even so, the people on the red cloud were greatly startled. Yao Kaijiang ranked among the strongest of them, yet he could not overcome such a little child.
Yao Kaijiang also felt humiliated. He repeatedly drove his flying sabers harder, but the Taiyi Light Splitting Sword still kept them firmly suppressed, and impatience began to gnaw at him.
He shook his shoulders and released a mountain-guarding treasure bestowed on him by the Red-Haired Ancestor: the Myriad-Poison Smoke Pearl-String Repeating Crossbow.
Twelve bolts shot through the