If the Sect Leader Refuses, I'll Go Talk to Him

Dark clouds instantly blanketed the sky, and nine muffled thunderclaps rumbled deep within them.

Lightning flashed nine times through the pitch-black clouds.

This meant the heavenly dao had acknowledged the heavenly dao oath Chen Changsheng had just sworn!

Once the heavenly dao oath took effect, everyone's expression turned grim.

Chen Changsheng formed a hand seal, and the hundreds of clones in the sky instantly returned to his sleeve.

Forcing himself to stay alert, he sent the sword in his hand flying toward the golden formation overhead. The intricate, profound formation slowly vanished from the sky.

Chen Changsheng had agreed to let Ling Feng and Zu Yuan leave, but then he glanced at the unconscious Zu Yuan. Rage surged into his heart, and he threw back his head, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed into Bai Feiyu's arms beside him.

The sky cleared, but the killing intent was even more intense than before!

Originally, only Chen Changsheng had harbored killing intent toward the unconscious Zu Yuan in Ling Feng's arms.

Now, everyone on Little Mountain Peak fixed their gaze on Zu Yuan in Ling Feng's arms.

Leng Qingsong stood before Ling Feng with his sword in hand, while Bai Feiyu descended from the sky and laid Chen Changsheng on the reclining chair. Then he rose into the air again, blocking the pair's escape.

One in front and one behind, they cut off Ling Feng's retreat, deftly positioning themselves to support each other in both attack and defense.

Both possessed sword intent, and in an instant, they reached an unspoken agreement: if they struck, they had to kill with a single blow.

Both understood clearly that Chen Changsheng had sworn a heavenly dao oath. If he failed to fulfill it, he would die and his cultivation would vanish!

Zu Yuan was right there in Ling Feng's arms. All Ouyang had to do was give the word, and the two of them would help Chen Changsheng fulfill the heavenly dao oath he had just sworn.

Ten years? They would not need that long. In ten breaths, they could hack Zu Yuan to pieces!

Did killing someone require a reason?

Their fellow disciple needed him dead.

That was enough!

As Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu drew their swords together, their sword intent spilled out involuntarily.

Both possessed sword intent that took offensive power to its absolute extreme. When the two erupted, the killing intent was even fiercer than that of Chen Changsheng's hundreds of clones!

Two overwhelmingly powerful waves of sword intent instantly enveloped Ling Feng as he held Zu Yuan.

Ling Feng gave a bitter laugh and silently placed the unconscious Zu Yuan on the white crane behind him.

The moment Chen Changsheng swore his heavenly dao oath, Ling Feng knew that a blood feud as deep as a sea lay between Chen Changsheng and his Little Junior Brother.

It was a blood feud so deep that neither would rest until the other was dead.

He had no idea what his Little Junior Brother, who had only just joined the sect, had done to Chen Changsheng to provoke the wrath of men and gods alike.

But it could be no less than Zu Yuan having murdered Chen Changsheng's entire family.

Yet as Zu Yuan's senior brother, Ling Feng could not stand by and watch his Little Junior Brother die before him without even knowing why.

He was not only Zu Yuan's senior brother, but also the sect leader's disciple. He could never abandon his junior brother just to cling to his own life.

Ling Feng drew both swords, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes as he faced the two overwhelmingly powerful waves of sword intent head-on.

The pressure was even greater than when he had faced Chen Changsheng's hundreds of nascent soul realm clones.

Sword intent was an advanced power that only mighty Out-of-Body Realm cultivators, whose souls could leave their bodies, could begin to grasp.

Even he, at the Nascent Soul Third Layer, had only just touched the threshold of Sword Intent.

How could there be cultivators on Little Mountain Peak who had comprehended sword intent while still in the core formation realm?

And two of them, at that?

These were no longer monsters. This was like seeing ghosts!

Ling Feng held a sword in each hand, but the embryonic sword intent within him did not dare manifest.

Before fully formed sword intent, immature sword intent would instantly be shredded into nothing.

Sword cultivators pursued the ultimate offense, abandoning all defense.

Even ordinary sword practice could easily leave someone dead or crippled, let alone a fight where both sides were staking their lives!

And for sword cultivators, possessing sword intent and lacking it were two entirely different things.

Despite being at the Nascent Soul Third Layer, Ling Feng had to exert tremendous effort merely to hold his swords before these two Core Formation Realm junior brothers.

Of course, things would have been much easier if Ling Feng dropped the swords in his hands.

But that would also mean abandoning his sword dao, abandoning his own dao!

For a cultivator, abandoning his dao was crueler than being killed.

So even under the suppression of Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu's sword intent, Ling Feng refused to put down his swords.

Suddenly, Ouyang spoke from below. "Old Ling, your junior brother coughed up blood, and so did mine. Shall we call it even?"

Ouyang's words were the straw that could save a drowning Ling Feng. He hurriedly replied, "Naturally. It was only a sparring match between children letting off steam. The match is over."

"Let them leave!" Ouyang walked over to Chen Changsheng and placed his fingers on his wrist to check his pulse, speaking without looking back.

"Senior Brother!" Bai Feiyu wanted to say more. He thought Ouyang did not understand just how serious Chen Changsheng's heavenly dao oath had been, and wanted to remind him.

"Let them leave!" Ouyang took a white jade bottle from his robes, poured out a pill, and fed it to Chen Changsheng as he spoke flatly.

Reluctantly, Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu descended from the sky.

As though granted a pardon, Ling Feng hastily cupped his hands toward Ouyang, mounted the white crane, and prepared to leave with his junior brother.

But Ouyang's voice rang out again. "Senior Brother Ling, please take extra care with my junior sister's everlasting lamp ceremony tomorrow."

Ling Feng forced a smile. "Of course. Rest assured, Senior Brother Ou."

"I heard the sect leader say there would be a Sect Grand Competition in a month?" Ouyang asked.

A bad feeling immediately rose in Ling Feng's heart, but he still steeled himself and answered, "Indeed. The Sect Grand Competition will be held in a month."

Ouyang nodded and said, "Please tell the sect leader that Little Mountain Peak will participate in this Sect Grand Competition too. I also hope Junior Brother Zu Yuan, lying over there, will be participating."

Ling Feng said bitterly, "Senior Brother Ou, must things go this far?"

Had he known that a single visit from Junior Brother Zu to Little Mountain Peak would cause such a commotion, he would have come in person even if knives were raining from the sky.

Ouyang looked calmly at Ling Feng in the sky and said:

"I'm informing you and the sect leader, not asking for your opinion. If the sect leader refuses, I'll go talk to him. Also, my surname is Ouyang, not Ou!"