Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 163 Martial Arts Disciples Vow to Annihilate the Three Fiends

"Xiao Ye has excellent swordsmanship."

Hongxiu, munching on a chicken leg, muttered, "Qianyun is elegant and graceful, like a goddess. I've never seen such a beautiful sword before."

Ding An snapped his fingers, and a piece of candied fruit popped out of his prosthetic hand and was handed to the little beggar.

"But when I watch it, I always feel that the sword is drawn mercilessly, leaving no room for maneuver."

The little beggar ate the candied fruit with a "whoosh," and then said, "It's the Heartless Sword. Haven't you heard, 'Even the heartless can be moving'?"

Ding An was somewhat uneasy: "Is the cripple's swordsmanship the ruthless swordsmanship?"

"Of course!" the little beggar replied matter-of-factly.

Ding An said, "If Xiao Ye has already trained to this extent, won't the cripple become even more so?"

"Relax, relax!" Hongxiu chuckled. "With the two of us here, the cripple will always be a good cripple."

Upon hearing this, Ding An felt relieved and chuckled as he looked at the arena.

The two beams of sword light swirled and changed, their sword energy soaring into the sky.

The Crown Prince of the South was dazzled and speechless with shock.

He originally thought that his swordsmanship was highly skilled and that he was considered a master in the world. However, seeing the two sword lights on the bridge so sharp, his pride vanished. Only then did he realize how big the gap was between him and a true peerless swordsman.

Ye Gucheng's figure swayed, floating on the bridge railing, sword at his side, as he recited in a melodious voice: "With fair hands I hold a lotus, with light steps I tread the ethereal heavens. My flowing robes trail wide, I ascend to the celestial realm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to fly away like an immortal, his figure ethereal and indistinct.

Ren Shaoyang laughed freely: "After waiting for so long, I'm finally going to use 'Celestial Immortal'." He then raised his sword and pointed it to the sky, its sharp edge gleaming, its momentum majestic, like a towering peak, seemingly about to pierce the heavens.

Ren Jianshen's eyes were half-open and half-closed. "Come, let me see this most beautiful sword technique."

"Very well! I will not disappoint Sword God Ren!" Ye Gucheng's cold voice rang out.

The sound echoed all around, seemingly omnipresent.

The Prince of the South, the little beggar, and Ding'an all looked up at the scene.

Ye Gucheng was seen standing in the blue sky, out of reach but unattainable.

That figure in white was like a wisp of cloud drifting over a distant, cold mountain; with delicate features and arched eyebrows, she possessed an ethereal, otherworldly air.

Suddenly, it swooped down, its sword flashing like the light of day, its edge unstoppable.

Ye Gucheng seemed to have become one with the sword, the sword light appearing slow but actually swift.

There were no dazzling changes, not even a follow-up move; he merged his entire being into this sword strike.

This is his philosophy—to abandon the sword and be without self, to have nothing outside the sword.

This is a celestial being descending from the heavens.

It was like a ray of light descending from the heavens, flawless white jade, perfectly formed by nature.

Such swordsmanship is already an unbreakable technique, and can be called a "god" among sword moves. The praise it receives in the martial arts world is not an exaggeration.

Ding'an tugged at the little beggar's sleeve and said in a daze, "Little Ye, you've ascended to heaven!"

Hongxiu replied blankly, "Xiao Ye's swordsmanship is truly breathtaking."

"Isn't the cripple doomed?"

Hongxiu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "If Xiaoye has ascended to heaven, then the cripple is God in the sky!"

Who is God?

"Your father!" Hongxiu glared and said, "So much talk, let's see how the cripple responds!"

Ding'an covered his mouth tightly and quickly turned his head to look at the bridge.

But Ren Shaoyang still held his sword high, shouting loudly, "Playing with the moon amidst the clouds is too petty. Behold my 'A low murmur can cause mountains to crumble, a roar can change the color of the wind and clouds'!"

Ren Shaoyang straightened up, his aura fierce, and swung his sword down in a straight slash.

He channeled his strength into the tip of the sword, yet his momentum was slow; this was none other than the "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain" technique from the Kunlun Three Elements Sword.

This sword strike didn't change much, but its strength lay in its lingering aftertaste, its subtle and profound nature.

It has the grandeur of reaching the highest heavens and the deepest hells, filling all directions.

In an instant, "Dragon Capture" charged forward with unparalleled power, as if the sky had split open. Accompanied by rumbling thunder, the entire forest resounded with a powerful surge of sword energy.

"when"!
The two swords clashed, their tips touching, producing a chilling golden sound that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

After a moment of stillness, a sudden gust of wind arose, surging the stream beneath the bridge and creating waves several meters high, accompanied by a whistling wind and a chilling aura of swords.

The Crown Prince of the South quickly covered his face with his sleeve and retreated repeatedly.

Even Ding'an and Hongxiu were the same, but they could see the sword energy scraping against the carriage, making a hissing sound and leaving countless tiny sword marks.

Ding An felt extremely distressed, shook his head, and cursed under his breath, "What a spendthrift cripple!"

He immediately extended his prosthetic hand outward, unleashing a fiery burst of energy. His palm turned crimson, swirling like a disc, resembling a great sun.

The prosthetic arm spun at incredible speed, white steam hissing and emanating from its scales, resembling the rising sun in the clouds from afar, a sight that inspired awe.

Just then, the "red sun" expanded outward, blocking countless sword energies outside the white mist. The "hissing" sound could be heard incessantly, but the donkey cart was no longer bothered by the raging storm.

Hongxiu clapped her hands and laughed, "Broken Hand, you actually mastered that move!"

Ding An chuckled and said, "The cripple told me to take 'roundness' as my teacher and cultivate roundness energy, so that I can deflect all kinds of force in the world and be invincible."

After waiting for a while, the storm subsided, and Ren and Ye were seen standing at opposite ends of the stone bridge.

The Prince of the South stared wide-eyed, trying to see who would win and who would lose.

Before the two could speak, a "crack" was heard, and a sword mark suddenly appeared in the center of the stone bridge, which was then covered with cracks.

In the blink of an eye, a continuous "boom" sound rang out, and the stone bridge suddenly shattered, plunging into the stream with a splash. The water surged high, and the Prince of the South was also affected, getting soaked to the bone.

But Ye Gucheng neither dodged nor avoided, still holding his sword, standing like a javelin.

His face was very pale, unlike his usual radiant white; it was deathly pale.

Although Ye Gucheng still maintained a cold expression, the Prince of the South could still tell that his hands were trembling slightly.

After a while, the ripples caused by the falling stone bridge subsided, and amidst the babbling of the water, Ye Gucheng slowly spoke.

"Sword God Ren, what was that sword strike?" His voice was ethereal, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

"The Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain." Ren Shaoyang remained unchanged, his tone indifferent.

"The thirteen swords are integrated into the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Ren the Sword God, truly magnificent!" Ye Gucheng exclaimed in admiration.

"Little Ye, you startled me too. Of all the swordsmen I've seen, I would call you the strongest!" Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily.

"Really?" Ye Gucheng's eyes widened suddenly, and his tone became urgent. "I, Ye, have actually received such praise from the Sword God?"

The Prince of the South also opened his eyes wide and looked at his master with excitement, clearly overjoyed.

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said in a high voice, "I never lie."

"I know!" Ye Gucheng took a deep breath to calm himself down, but he still couldn't help but smile. "Grandfather often said that the Sword God is proud and disdains to lie."

"that."

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but ask, "Just how much did Yu Nuan say?"

Ye Gucheng smiled slightly and said, "He considers himself a disciple of a senior, and he records all the senior's words in a book so that the Ye family children can recite them from a young age."

"Holy crap, the Analects?!"

Ding'an and the little beggar exclaimed in unison.

Ye Gucheng laughed and said, "I dare not accept such a grand title. My grandfather named it 'My Encounters with the Sword God'."

Ren Shaoyang, Ding An, Hongxiu:
Seeing their expressions, Ye Gucheng felt somewhat embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject and clasped his hands in thanks to Ren Shaoyang.

"Thank you for holding back, Sword Master Ren."

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand: "I really dislike this world of martial arts, but you are one of the few people I can admire."

As he spoke, he turned away, leaving only his back view.

"Sword God Ren, yesterday you destroyed Qingcheng first and then Shushan," Ye Gucheng shouted. "In the past few days, news of this has spread, and the remaining major sects will use every means to deal with you. Please be careful!"

"It's alright!"

Ren Shaoyang sat on the donkey cart, waved his hand, and said indifferently, "Since we've decided who's superior, let's decide who lives and who dies." With that, he pulled the reins, and the donkey cart roared away.

In the distance, the roar of tigers echoed, and the wind and clouds surged.

Ye Gucheng watched the donkey cart drive away, remaining silent for a long time.

The Prince of the South stepped forward and said softly, "Master, you..." Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Ye Gucheng's face turned ashen, his eyes glazed over, and he swayed before falling backward.

The Prince of the South was anxious and rushed to his master's side, channeling his inner strength into his palm to calm Ye Gucheng's blood and qi.

Ye Gucheng caught his breath and regained some clarity of mind. He felt weak and powerless, and couldn't help but sigh.

"My disciple, I have seen the heavens today; even if I were to die, it would be worth it."

The prince cried out, "Master, you can't die! Sword God Ren doesn't want you to die, and neither does your disciple!"

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, but he looked somewhat depressed and weary.

The prince was anxious as he watched, when suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him.

"That...that Ximen Chuixue doesn't want you to die either!"

Ximen Chuixue!!!

Ye Gucheng's body jolted, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Help your master up!"
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Ren Shaoyang and his two companions drove a donkey cart northwards.

They didn't disguise themselves or change their clothes; they were as eye-catching as fireflies in the night sky.

When the blood donkey cart appeared.

Everyone knows that the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier," who have killed countless people, have arrived!
After they destroyed Qingcheng and Tangmen, they're going to start wiping out other sects!

Along the way, gangs of all sizes, both the righteous and the evil factions in the area, and even the government all took action, setting ambushes, traps, poisoning, and using aphrodisiacs—the methods were varied and numerous.

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions fought their way through, driving their blood-stained donkey carts recklessly, breaking down doors and killing countless people, including no fewer than a hundred government soldiers.

Finally, caught up in the killing frenzy, they stormed into the government office in broad daylight.

Ding'an escorted the local prefect and governor to the execution ground.

A young beggar confronted the authorities on the street, accusing them of "having a heartbeat."

In front of the people, Ren Shaoyang would read out the crimes of officials. After he finished reading, they would either be thrown to their deaths or stabbed to death with a sword.

The three worked together seamlessly and killed several state officials.

This has stirred up a hornet's nest. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there has never been such audacious and ruthless villains as the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier"!
They not only slaughtered martial arts practitioners, but also dared to kill officials of the imperial court and high-ranking officials in charge of border regions.

They didn't even bother to conceal their identities, barging into the government office in broad daylight, just like in a storybook, "acting on behalf of Heaven."

Some unruly people, unaware of the truth, rushed forward to tear at and fight over the official's body, creating a horrific and appalling scene.

In just over ten months, the unparalleled ferocity of the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" spread throughout the land, shocking the court and the public.

They even crossed oceans, and the Japanese invaders knew of their fearsome reputation.

The imperial court was furious. On one hand, it dispatched top imperial guards to hunt him down, and on the other hand, it contacted the leaders of major sects such as Shaolin, demanding their assistance.

As a result, masters from all factions and schools flocked to the scene, chasing after the blood-stained donkey cart.

"Those who plot to bring chaos to the world must be killed! Martial arts disciples, we swear to annihilate the 'Three Evils'!"

(End of this chapter)