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Chapter 607 The Core Area [Part 3]

This sound was like thunder from the heavens. The moment it landed, it spread to every corner of the Swordless Pavilion and clearly penetrated into everyone's ears!

"Huh?! How dare Lingyu Mountain be so presumptuous!"

"Wait... Mo Ming? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"It's that Mo Ming who obtained the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc! How dare he come to our Swordless Pavilion to cause trouble!?"

The entire clan was astonished.

Paying respects to the mountain sounds nice, but it's not.

To put it bluntly, it's like coming to challenge someone.

This kind of thing wouldn't be a big deal if it happened to an ordinary small sect.

But now, someone actually dares to challenge the Swordless Pavilion, one of the three hegemonic sects.

This is no longer just a friendly sparring match; it is an open provocation against the Swordless Pavilion.

Countless disciples and stewards were alarmed, and their figures transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the air, their auras intertwined.

……

Sharpening Swords in the Heart of Lake.

Su Yang, who was immersed in tempering his body, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mo Ming, a core disciple of Lingyu Mountain?"

He muttered something to himself, ignored it, and closed his eyes again.

The other party's identity was not enough to attract his attention.

Within the Spirit Prison Mountain, only Zhang Chen, who was also a Holy Son, and Mo Xuan, the core chief, could catch his eye.

A mere ordinary core disciple, oblivious to his own mortality, came to pay homage to the mountain.

Naturally, core disciples of the Sword Pavilion went to deal with it.

This is true.

A cold, clear female voice rang out.

"Han Changxi, a core disciple of the Swordless Pavilion, please enlighten me!"

Soon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in front of them began to fluctuate violently.

However, this situation did not last long.

Just the next second.

A scream suddenly rang out, but it stopped abruptly at the exit.

The aura belonging to that core disciple, Han Changxi, suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, a calm voice with a hint of mockery rang out again.

"Too weak! If the disciples of the Swordless Pavilion are only this strong, I advise you to give up the competition for the Dao Child position!"

--boom!

Hear this.

Su Yang, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them again. The sword energy and fierce aura surrounding him exploded, revealing a tall and imposing figure.

His white robe, embroidered with gold thread, fluttered in the wind; his eyebrows and eyes were sharp as swords, and he was exceptionally handsome.

A jet-black ancient sword hangs behind him.

He took a step forward, his robes fluttering, and the sound was like the clanging of cold iron, echoing across the surrounding fields:
"Lingyu Mountain Mo Ming, how dare you! So arrogant, do you think my Wujian Pavilion has no one to rely on!"

While talking.

His gaze was fixed on a certain spot.

The figure flashed.

Just disappear.

When it appears again.

We have arrived outside the Swordless Pavilion.

Unlike the Spirit Prison Gate.

Unlike Lingyu Mountain, Wujian Pavilion is not built on a cluster of floating islands, but is hidden deep within a continuous mountain range.

At this moment, under the vast sky near the outer edge of a mountain range.

A lone figure stood facing off against the densely packed disciples of the Swordless Pavilion, their sword robes fluttering in the wind.

suddenly.

Su Yang, dressed in a white robe, appeared at the forefront of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Su Yang is here! That's great!"

"With Jianzi making a move, this person is doomed to defeat!"

"No matter how strong Mo Ming is, he is no match for Jian Zi!"

"Kill him to avenge Senior Sister Han! Every member of the Demonic Sect has the right to kill him!"

……

The disciples who were initially in a panic suddenly brightened up when they saw this scene.

He felt as if he had found a pillar of support, and his expression became resolute.

At the same time, several Dao Lord realm elders who were secretly observing the situation also suppressed their thoughts of intervening.

The other party is ultimately just a junior. If they intervene personally, although they can quickly quell the incident, it would be tantamount to ruining the reputation of Wujian Pavilion.

Therefore, having Su Yang, the number one among the younger generation of Wujian Pavilion and the current Sword Master, step forward is undoubtedly the most appropriate arrangement.

Su Yang's expression was cold and stern, his gaze sharp as a sword, fixed directly on the young man in black opposite him.

Previously, he had been in seclusion and had not been disturbed by the outside world, so he naturally had no way of knowing that Mo Xuan had been defeated.

At this moment, after a few hasty explanations from the surrounding disciples, he finally understood the whole story.

What made him even more alarmed was that the junior sister Han who had just made a move was killed after exchanging only one blow with the other party, her life extinguished.

He knew that Junior Sister Han.

She was a bright and cheerful junior sister who had consulted him on swordsmanship difficulties more than once, and her cultivation had reached the late stage of True God.

Even if Su Yang believed that his strength was superior to hers, it would not be easy for him to take her life in one move.

"The Sword Master of the Swordless Pavilion?"

opposite.

Hu Qi looked at Su Yang who had appeared.

Looks calm.

"If you're willing to admit defeat and withdraw from the subsequent battle for the Dao Child, I can spare your life!"

His attitude was extremely arrogant.

The disciples of the Wujian Pavilion around him immediately glared angrily at him.

He wished he could rush forward and tear Hu Qi to pieces.

Even though Su Yang considered himself to have a good temper.

But Hu Qi's extremely arrogant attitude made him both angry and amused.

"Mo Ming, you are quite capable to have defeated Mo Xuan."

But if that's all there is to it, to think they can run rampant in my Swordless Pavilion is far too presumptuous!

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish! I'll make you pay for Junior Sister Han's life!!"

Su Yang's words were righteous and upright.

The moment the words fell.

His sword energy soared into the sky, tearing the clouds to shreds.

Behind him, the void trembled, and a surging river of blood burst forth, within which countless figures could be vaguely seen struggling.

That was the path of slaughter that he had come to understand.

As for these figures, they were lives lost to his sword.

Each time a creature dies by his sword, a portion of its soul is trapped within him, increasing his power.

"right way?"

Hu Qi chuckled softly.

Such methods might be acceptable if they appeared in other sects, but the fact that they came from the Sword Master of the Swordless Pavilion, who claims to be the leader of the righteous path, inevitably makes people feel uncomfortable.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

The so-called righteous path and demonic sect are nothing more than differences in stance.

One is good at pretending, the other disdains pretending.

Ultimately, how different can their actions be?

"Slay the Heavens!"

Hearing Hu Qi's mocking words, Su Yang's expression turned cold.

With a cold shout, the longsword behind him emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar.

Dark red sword beams, formed from pure killing intent, tore through the void. They were not dazzling, but they carried a deathly aura of slaughtering all living beings and obliterating all paths, locking onto Hu Qi's location from all directions.

Where the sword's light passed, the space didn't ripple, but instead plunged into a thick, blood-red chaos, completely swallowing up even light and life.

This is a terrifying sword move that Su Yang deduced by combining the Great Dao of Slaughter. It is the third move of the Killing Sword Manual and also the most powerful move.

With a single thrust of the sword, all things vanished.

This scene stirred the hearts of countless Wujian Pavilion disciples below, their admiring gazes revealing a hint of awe.

This is an unparalleled sword technique capable of challenging a Dao Lord realm cultivator beyond one's own level!

Su Yang's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, locking onto the still black figure standing motionless in front of him.

He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down fiercely!

"cut!"

Nine enormous sword shadows tore through the sky, merged into one, and transformed into a blood-red, dazzling sword beam that stretched across the heavens and earth, carrying the will to destroy everything, and slashed down at Hu Qi.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, ripples spread through the space, emitting mournful cries of unbearable burden.

Faced with this attack that could eclipse the heavens and earth, Hu Qi merely raised his head slightly.

Hu Qi's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, as if he were mocking someone.

He didn't even make any defensive or evasive gestures.

Just as the destructive sword light was about to engulf him...

Hu Qi simply raised his right hand and extended one index finger. There was no earth-shattering burst of power, no dazzling brilliance.

That finger, so casually, touched the sharpest point of the sword's edge, where its power was most concentrated.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

next moment.

In the reflection of Su Yang's suddenly contracting pupils, the dazzling sword light that had gathered all his strength was like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun.

Starting from the point of contact, it silently and inch by inch disintegrated and annihilated! Not even a ripple of energy spread; it simply vanished into thin air.

It was as if his all-out, powerful strike was nothing more than a trivial illusion.

"How can it be……"

The coldness and confidence on Su Yang's face shattered instantly, replaced by unparalleled shock and bewilderment.

His once unwavering sword spirit seemed to utter a mournful cry of impending shattering at this moment.

However, he was given absolutely no time to think.

After Hu Qi shattered the sword light with his index finger, he didn't pause for a moment. Across the void, nearly a hundred feet away, he slashed at him with his five fingers forming a claw.

Several fine, almost invisible black threads traversed space and vanished in a flash.

Su Yang trembled violently, all his expressions freezing on his face.

He felt no pain, only an absolute sense of detachment.

His Dao Seed, his natal sword, and even his perception of this world were all completely severed in that instant.

The world in his eyes quickly lost its color and turned gray.

puff--!
With a soft sound, the longsword in Su Yang's hand broke in two, the broken surface as smooth as a mirror.

Immediately afterwards, his tall body trembled slightly in the air, and several lines of blood spread out, running through his entire body.

Immediately, under the gaze of countless stunned, terrified, and incredulous eyes from one side, the current swordsman of the Swordless Pavilion, along with his broken sword, was reduced to several pieces and fell helplessly from the sky.

In mid-air, the body parts were annihilated by an invisible force and turned into ashes.

Above the sky, only Hu Qi stood with his hands behind his back, having withdrawn his palms as if he had never moved.

The gale continued to howl, but it made no sound.

The entire world seemed to fall into absolute silence at this moment.

Su Yang is a top-tier figure even among all the generations of sword prodigies.

He possessed innate sword-like strength, and his power had reached the peak of the True God Realm, having comprehended the Great Dao of Slaughter.

Their strength is immense and unpredictable.

He was defeated with just one blow—no, not just defeated, but killed instantly.

"Bold!!"

This moment!

Five or six powerful auras rose up around the Swordless Pavilion.

next second.

Several figures arrived in unison.

These were the elders of the Swordless Pavilion.

If the death of a core disciple at the True God level was still somewhat acceptable, then Su Yang's death completely unsettled these old guys.

A series of powerful auras instantly locked onto Hu Qi, cutting off all his escape routes.

At the same time, an even more terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

A refined-looking man with white hair and beard suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

He looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate and handsome features, and two long swords, one blue and one red, were crossed behind him.

Despite his youthful appearance, his silver hair fell like snow onto his shoulders.

The moment he appeared, all the disciples of the Swordless Pavilion became solemn, their eyes filled with an uncontrollable awe and fervor.

This person was none other than the founder of the Wujian Pavilion.

Chong Mingzi.

After appearing.

His greyish-white eyes stared silently at Hu Qi, his killing intent as cold as ice.

"Evil creature! You're looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed.

For an instant.

It transformed into a sharp sword beam and slashed towards Hu Qi.

The power of this single finger strike far surpasses that of Su Yang; the two are like the difference between the bright moon and a firefly.

However, before the sword light arrived, a giant golden palm appeared out of nowhere, collided with it with a bang, and the two collided and disintegrated.

"Chongmingzi, at your age, have you wasted your life? How dare you disregard your status and attack a junior who is not even a hundred million years old!"

The moment the voice fell, light and shadow flickered behind Hu Qi, and more than twenty figures appeared majestically.

Even the one with the lowest cultivation level is at the Dao Lord realm.

The two leading figures were none other than Mo Shan and Ling Tianzi, both powerful cultivators at the Dao Fruit Realm.

The one who made the move just now was none other than Ling Tianzi, the head of Lingyu Mountain.

"Hmph! You dared to openly provoke my Swordless Pavilion and even killed one of my core disciples and a Sword Master! I expect your Spirit Prison Mountain to give me an explanation!"

Chongmingzi ignored what Lingtianzi said.

Instead, he questioned in a cold voice.

That being said...

However, he did not make any further moves.

The Emperor Ling's strength is no less than his.

Moreover, there was also Mo Shan standing nearby.

If a real fight breaks out, he won't come out on top.

After all, this is no longer the era in which he obtained the identity of the Dao Child, and he no longer has the protection of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

"Explain?"

Ling Tianzi chuckled, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

"Haven't you slaughtered enough of my Holy Son from the Swordless Pavilion?"

Putting everything else aside, back when you were vying for the position of Dao Child, didn't you rise to power by assassinating my sect's current Holy Son, Long Qingxian? In that case, shouldn't you owe Lingyu Mountain an explanation?

White Bone Plain, Spirit Prison Mountain, and Swordless Pavilion have been around for so many years.

Putting aside everything else, just the Dao Child competition that occurs every ten eras results in more than one Holy Son dying in each sect.

When it really comes down to it, it's hard to say who's at a disadvantage.

However, the top leaders of the three companies have always adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards this situation and have never intervened too much.

If the person who attacks is of the same generation, and you die because you are not strong enough, it is because of your own lack of strength.

To put it bluntly, the reason this situation has arisen is because Shigeakiko violated the rule first.

Hear the words.

Chongmingzi gave Lingtianzi a deep look.

Then he uttered a sentence.

"Your Spirit Prison Mountain has produced a fine talent this time. My Swordless Pavilion concedes defeat and is willing to withdraw from this competition for the Dao Child!"

The instant those words were spoken.

Something seemed to have changed in the unseen realm.

That represented the qualification of the Swordless Pavilion to compete for the position of Dao Child of this era, as well as some fortune, all of which were gathered on Hu Qi.

After doing all this.

Chongmingzi's gaze fell heavily on Hu Qi.

"Excessive rigidity leads to breakage. I hope you will be more careful in your future actions and not go too far, lest you bring disaster upon yourself!"

After he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away.

"You old man, don't worry about that. You're getting on in years, so try to be more easygoing and avoid getting upset."

Hu Qi chuckled softly.

As the voice rang out, Chongmingzi's disappearing figure suddenly froze.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chongmingzi said three times, then said no more, flicked his sleeves, and disappeared completely.

The sword is very important.

However, it would be unwise to rashly start a war with Lingyu Mountain for the sake of a swordsman.

After all, given enough time, we can simply choose another one.

The number of Dao Lords on the opposing side is three to four times that of the Swordless Pavilion.

The Wujian Pavilion's foundation is still too shallow among the three sects. If they rashly start a battle, Wujian Pavilion will only suffer losses.

Of course, there is another very important point.

For some reason, he always had a faint sense of danger.

It's like continuing on.

It would be as if Wujian Pavilion would suffer a catastrophic disaster.

He attributed it simply to the fact that the Spirit Emperor's cultivation had advanced further.

See this scene.

Hu Qi felt a pang of regret.

That old man is really good at enduring things.

If the other party couldn't help but make a move, he could control Ling Tianzi and Mo Shan to join forces.

Then, with a swift and decisive strike, he was killed on the spot.

After all, he still needs the identity of Mo Ming on the surface.

However, since he had already missed the opportunity, he stopped dwelling on it and decided to find another chance to get rid of him later.

He always adhered to the principle of eliminating anyone who dared to show him murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)