Not a Single Person Will Survive

Before leaving, Chen Hong instructed the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect elders to first take Lu Peng to wait in the inner hall, then led Lu Yiping toward the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land.

Considering that Lu Yiping was a mortal incapable of flight, Chen Hong released a mass of True Essence to support him and flew through the air directly.

Xiao Changfeng watched Lu Yiping being taken away, his expression darkening.

"Young Master, Elder Xiao Yuan, he..." A Xiao Family elder came behind Xiao Changfeng and said sorrowfully.

"Don't worry. Uncle Yuan will not have died in vain!" Xiao Changfeng said coldly.

Before long, Lu Yiping followed Chen Hong and the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's ancestors to the sect's Ancestral Land.

Chen Hong waved both hands, opening the Array Formation restrictions around the Ancestral Land, then entered with Lu Yiping.

Within the Ancestral Land, mountain peaks rose straight into the heavens, countless waterfalls poured down between them, and all manner of strange flowers and exotic grasses blanketed the peaks.

At the mountaintops, clouds and mist curled about—and these clouds were actually condensed spiritual energy.

High in the sky, flying birds and strange beasts could be seen.

The sky was a crystal-clear azure, blue as crystal without a trace of impurity.

The Ancestral Land and the outside world were practically two different worlds.

Looking at the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land, which resembled an immortal realm, Chen Hong said to Lu Yiping, "This is your first time seeing such an immortal paradise, isn't it? What do you think? Our Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land is not bad, is it?"

His words carried more than a hint of pride.

Lu Yiping looked over the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land and smiled faintly. "It's merely passable."

Though this Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect Ancestral Land was decent, compared to his Sacred Forest, it fell far short.

Merely passable?

Chen Hong and the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect ancestors nearly choked. Looking at Lu Yiping's calm face, Chen Hong said, "Your steady and indifferent temperament is quite good. It is only a pity that your aptitude is far too ordinary! Otherwise, you could have become my final disciple."

Lu Yiping smiled.

Become his final disciple?

He recalled how, back then, that little fellow Yang Dong had knelt before him for ten days and ten nights, begging to be accepted as a nominal disciple.

Yet in the end, Lu Yiping had not accepted him. He had merely allowed him to remain in the Sacred Forest for several years and occasionally offered him guidance in swordsmanship.

Not long after, Chen Hong and the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect ancestors brought Lu Yiping before Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was equally surprised upon seeing Lu Yiping.

He looked at Lu Yiping, then at the Crimson Flame Sword in Lu Yiping's hand. No matter how he tried, he could not connect Lu Yiping with the Sword Dao Genius he had imagined would be capable of drawing the Crimson Flame Sword.

Like Chen Hong, he felt deeply disappointed—indeed, even more disappointed than Chen Hong. The Crimson Flame Sword had been his father's sword. All these years, he had hoped that an unparalleled Sword Dao Genius would draw his father's sword and inherit his father's Sword Dao.

After waiting so many years, it had now been drawn by a young man with a Mortal Physique.

Yang Cheng looked at Lu Yiping and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since you drew the Crimson Flame Sword, then it is yours. I hope you cherish it well. From now on, you may remain in the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect. You may browse and practice the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Sword Skill Manuals. How much you can learn will depend on your talent."

Lu Yiping shook his head. "I did not come for the Crimson Flame Sword. I have plenty of swords like this."

"As for Sword Skill Manuals, I do not lack those either."

Yang Cheng, Chen Hong, and the others were all stunned.

What did this young man mean?

He had plenty of treasured swords like the Crimson Flame Sword?

Yang Cheng frowned. It seemed this young man still did not know what grade of treasured sword the Crimson Flame Sword was.

Just then, a thunderous boom erupted between heaven and earth. The entire Ancestral Land shook violently, as though it had been struck by the Primordial Divine Mountain.

Yang Cheng, Chen Hong, and the others changed expression.

This was?!

A wild, arrogant laugh rang through heaven and earth. "Yang Cheng, boy, this old man has arrived. Come out and fight!"

Yang Cheng, Chen Hong, and the others sank inwardly upon hearing that unrestrained laughter.

The Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect elder presiding over the assessment cried out in shock, "Sword Demon Xi Lai?!"

Many Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect elders had already heard that the sect had received Sword Demon Xi Lai's challenge letter.

Everyone taking part in the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect disciple assessment was greatly shocked upon hearing it.

Princess Tai Yan's lovely face changed drastically. "Sword Demon Xi Lai? The Sword Demon Xi Lai who was defeated by Lord Sword God Yang Dong back then?!"

Tai Hongtao's expression was incomparably grave. "Legend says that Sword Demon Xi Lai had already reached the realm of the Beyond the Heavens Sword back then! Now that he has returned, he must have already surpassed the realm of the Beyond the Heavens Sword!"

"Sword Demon Xi Lai is cruel and bloodthirsty, sacrificing people to forge his sword. If Lord Yang Cheng is defeated this time, I fear not a single one of the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's tens of thousands of disciples will survive!"

At that moment, countless streams of Sword Qi suddenly poured from the void.

These Sword Qi streams were steeped in layer upon layer of demonic aura, condensing into black waterfalls as they slammed fiercely toward the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land.

A heaven-shaking roar rang out.

The entire Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect trembled as the earth quaked and the mountains swayed.

Several peaks near the Thunder Pavilion Sword Sect's Ancestral Land were struck by the residual force scattered from the Sword Qi and collapsed with booming crashes.

Countless boulders flew and tumbled down, while dust surged like rolling waves, as though the world were ending.

Some disciples from various families who could not dodge in time were struck by the boulders, their flesh and blood sent flying.