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

Chapter 364 A Battle Spanning Thirty Years
The Emperor... the Emperor is dead?
Everyone present fell silent, staring at the severed head with bloodshot eyes.

Then look at Ren Shaoyang.

Is he the greatest assassin in the world, Ren the Sword God?
—This man, who once beheaded Cai Jing, has been slaughtering the world in recent days, causing ghosts to weep and gods to scream, blotting out the sky, with rivers of blood flowing, a truly horrific tragedy.

This instilled fear in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, making them afraid to look directly at each other.

Now they've become even more audacious, sneaking into the capital and actually taking the emperor's head!
How could there be such audacious and insane people in the world?

Looking at that severed head, everyone felt a throbbing pain in their temples.

This is no longer just deceiving Heaven, it's defying Heaven, it's burying Heaven!

The news that Ren Shaoyang plotted to assassinate the emperor was truly terrifying.

Throughout the ages, apart from Zhuan Zhu assassinating King Liao, when has anyone ever heard of successfully assassinating a king in the capital city amidst thousands of imperial guards?
By this point, Ren Shaoyang had become a symbol and a representative in the hearts of many martial arts practitioners.

This arrogant and unruly man, who caused such a stir, was both deeply hated and admired by them.

Because what he did was so terrifying, his very existence was enough to terrify people.

Most importantly, Ren Jianshen looks so young!

No, you can't even tell his age; he looks like a young man in his early twenties.

What a Ren Shaoyang! What a peerless madman! What a sword god of our time!
Ren Shaoyang looked at the stunned people present, smiled faintly, and said, "Why are you all dumbfounded?"

Seeing that no one answered, he casually tossed Zhao Gou's dead head aside.

It's as casual as throwing away trash.

"If no one says anything, I'll be going." Ren Shaoyang smiled and strode forward.

"Ah~ Stop right there!!!"

As soon as he moved, the commander of the Imperial Guards reacted and roared, "Kill! Kill him! Assassinating the King is an unforgivable crime! Chop him into mincemeat!"

At this command, thousands of imperial guards were immediately awakened and shouted, "Kill!" as they marched forward in unison.

Footsteps clattered as Imperial Guards flanked the area from both sides in a crescent shape. The water on the ground was trampled by the soldiers, creating ripples that spread into the distance.

Despite the perilous situation, Ren Shaoyang remained unperturbed, saying to himself, "Why did it come to this?"

The commander of the Imperial Guards roared, "You surnamed Ren, today is your death day!"

As they spoke, the soldier thrust his spear at them.

Just then, a continuous whooshing sound was heard.

Hundreds and thousands of sword blades shot out from Ren Shaoyang's sleeves, fluttering in the wind, spinning in circles, and striking each of the soldiers' spearheads once.

With a few sharp "swoosh" sounds, the spear and sword clashed, and the spearhead silently broke in two.

At the same time, screams of agony filled the air as soldiers clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground.

However, Ren Shaoyang used the "Sword Gu" technique. In just a moment of contact, the sword energy pierced through everyone's heart meridians like a Gu worm.

"Amitabha!"

Tianzheng couldn't bear to look, so he shook his head and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

He was astonished as he held the five elders in his arms.

Their name is: "The Lingering Romance of Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon".

Bao Feng exclaimed, "What an uncanny swordsmanship!"

Bao Hua said, "I can't take this blow."

Bao Xue said, "But we can use the palm technique of 'Embracing the World'."

Baoyue said, "We should be able to compete with him on equal footing."

Bao Can laughed heartily, "Even if I die, it'll be worth it!"

The five people took turns speaking, their thoughts in sync, just like a drinking game.

These five old monks were all highly skilled in martial arts and held extremely high positions. They had already become famous thirty years ago, and if they hadn't been defeated by Yan Kuangtu, their fame would probably have been even greater.

Meanwhile, Ren Shaoyang continued to walk forward as usual.

His body was surrounded by flashing and flowing sword blades, like a thousand flowers dancing and blooming brilliantly!
This move is called "Sword Flower".

In Lu Xiaofeng's world, Ye Gucheng created "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" based on this sword technique, which became unparalleled in the martial arts world.

Now, Ren Shaoyang unleashed his sword, a rainbow-like blade meeting the rain from the sky, its fleeting beauty so rich and magnificent.

Everyone felt that Ren Shaoyang was like a figure in a painting, with sword flowers blooming all around him and dancing in the sky.

In an instant, it seemed as if a myriad of colorful flowers had bloomed.

None of the soldiers around Ren Shaoyang could tell whether it was a sword, a flower, or light.

Flowers bloom and fade, and fade and bloom again.

All the soldiers within a ten-zhang radius around him were torn to pieces and scattered all over the ground!
Wow~!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people had died. Soldiers in the distance retreated in horror and cried out.

"spirits!"

"Ah! How is that possible!"

Seeing the risk of mutiny, the commander of the Imperial Guards swiftly cut down several men with his sword, then shouted, "Charge! Charge!"

Just then, a noisy commotion erupted in the square, and soldiers poured in one after another. The sounds of swords, spears, and armor clashing against the ground were incessant and gradually spread toward the Chui Gong Hall.

From a high vantage point, it looked like a dark, surging flood rushing toward the white figure in the center.

The gleam of the swords and blades flickered like fish leaping in a flood.

But what about Ren Shaoyang?
Despite facing the cold blades and spears, the heavy armor, and the ferocious faces, he still strode forward, one step at a time.

But he was surrounded by hundreds of swords, wildly waving around him, making him look like a demon or monster.

Tap tap tap~
Ren Shaoyang's footsteps grew heavier and heavier, each step like a great ship with its sails billowing through layers of waves, heading straight for the imperial palace.

At the same time, one after another, violent explosions rang out, making everyone's ears ache.

Ren Shaoyang raised his hand, picked up a sword blade, and flicked it against the blade with his five fingers.

Ta-da!

What was clearly a clear and melodious sword cry was transformed into an unparalleled thunderous roar by Ren Shaoyang's "heavenly echoes".

The noise grew louder and the vibrations became more frequent. The bricks and tiles around them creaked and groaned, and plaster fell from the beams.

Even the bluestone slabs underfoot seemed to bounce up and down like waves!
This strange phenomenon terrified everyone, who covered their ears and cried out in despair.

The commander of the Imperial Guards was filled with doubt and trepidation, and couldn't help but shrink back and tremble.

Suddenly, the loud noise stopped, followed by a burst of laughter: "Trying to kill me? Who do you think you're talking to?" "Listen up, my name is 'Sword God' Ren Shaoyang!"

As the thuds continued, rows of soldiers, bleeding from all seven orifices, fell to the ground in different directions.

The Sword God Ren, dressed in a white robe, gradually came into view.

Three battle marks flashed across his forehead, and the sword blades around him were pitch black and gleamless, dancing in the air.

This person looked not like a human, but like a living Rakshasa god.

Tai Chan stared wide-eyed and said in a deep voice, "The Divine Sword Capturing Dragon is a divine weapon that should not have appeared in the world. The Sword God Ren Shaoyang is also a peerless master who should not have appeared in the world."

Everyone was astonished at the sight: "How could the Wudang Sect Leader be so disheartened?"

But when he turned his head, he saw the countless dead and wounded Imperial Guards, and then looked at the white robes surrounded by swords.

They couldn't help but feel convinced.

Seeing the gruesome deaths of the crowd, the remaining Imperial Guards trembled with fear and dared not step forward.

The Imperial Guard Commander spat and urged, "Gentlemen, if you wish to be granted official titles and honors, then hurry up and step forward!"

Pointing at the white-robed figure standing with his hands behind his back, he shouted, "The chance to be remembered for eternity is here, and you still hesitate?" He sneered, "Are you all just little women?"

Upon hearing this, all the experts paled in shock.

Suddenly, two tall and burly old Taoist priests appeared in front of the Imperial Guard Commander. They each raised their hands and struck him with a palm, sending him flying in a spiral!

He then moved swiftly, closing in on Ren Shaoyang.

The change happened so suddenly that when the commander of the Imperial Guards collapsed to the ground, they were already face to face with Ren Shaoyang.

Both of these old Taoist priests had white hair and wore hats.

One is a gold crown, and the other is a silver crown.

They were none other than the Wudang Iron Cavalry, the Silver Bottle Duo, who had been famous throughout the martial arts world for fifty years.

The cavalryman said, "We've heard of you back then."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Yinping laughed and said, "It was the battle when the heroes of Bianjing besieged Guan Qi."

Ren Shaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Tell me about it, I'm very interested."

Iron Cavalry said, "Your 'Divine Sword' Dragon Capture is very strong, extremely strong, terrifyingly strong, frighteningly strong."

Yinping said, "However, this is still the method of a 'human'."

Iron Cavalry said, "But Guan Qi's sword energy is no longer human!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "You participated in the battle against Guan Qi back then?"

"No, not at all." The two old Taoist priests waved their hands repeatedly and chuckled. "Back then, we hid on the city gate tower to spy on Guan Qi's battle against the crowd."

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "And then?"

Iron Cavalry laughed, "And then? Just as he was fighting fiercely, he suddenly glanced at us!"

Yinping cried out, "We actually heard his voice!"

Tieqi shook his head and sighed, "He said: You two pieces of trash, live well and in thirty years, deliver this sword to Ren Shaoyang!"

After they finished speaking, they both tugged at their clothes, revealing a sword wound across their chests, vivid and glistening, yet surprisingly, not a single drop of blood seeped out.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed, "What a powerful sword!"

Iron Cavalry said, "After he finished speaking, this sword appeared out of thin air and slashed at our chests."

Yin Ping said, "We were a hundred feet away from him, yet we were still killed. He can even foresee events thirty years from now. Don't you think this person's methods are inhuman?"

Ren Shaoyang remained silent for a while, then nodded.

Guan Qi, Yan Kuangtu, Xiao Qiushui, and Wei Qingqing are the four most outstanding characters in Wen Shu.

As for Guan Qi, it can be summed up in one sentence: his martial arts skills are not just high, they are strong, strong to an inhuman level.

As for what Tieqi said, Guan Qi predicted that he would appear today and wanted to deliver a sword to him.

Ren Shaoyang believed it.

After all, in the original novel, this guy was the most mystical prophet, able to foresee even things like Xiao Qiushui being trapped in the Tang Sect. (ps: Just thinking about how Guan Qi even predicted future events in the original novel makes me want to curse; this is such a personal bias.)

"Interesting, really interesting."

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, "This is a surprise I never expected!"

Iron Cavalry said, "Today, we two will sacrifice ourselves as swords."

Yinping smiled calmly and said, "Let's show Guan Qi the style he had thirty years ago!"

"You will die," Ren Shaoyang said calmly.

"So what if we die?" Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle laughed in unison. "If we hear the Way in the morning, we can die content in the evening!"

"it is good."

Ren Shaoyang suddenly stretched out his right arm and grabbed at the two men's chests. The grab was unremarkable, but it was incredibly fast.

Iron Cavalry dodged and struck out with his palm, intending to deflect the approaching arm, but unexpectedly, his palm slipped away upon touching the arm.

Ren Shao raised his arm, turned his palm, and patted him on the shoulder.

Iron Cavalry trembled all over, staggered back two steps, and his face suddenly turned red.

Just then, Yin Ping threw a punch. The punch was simple yet extremely powerful and forceful, its energy solid as a mountain, slowly advancing towards him.

Ren Shaoyang dodged to the side and pointed out several fingers, which made a hissing sound wherever they touched.

Yinping suddenly felt a pain between her eyebrows. It turned out that she had been touched by the other person's fingertips. Although she was not injured, her brow felt hot and uncomfortable.

"Ouch!"

The silver bottle's head jerked back, causing it to tilt backward.

He was caught by the iron cavalrymen who had regained their senses, preventing him from falling.

Ren Shaoyang had won by a small margin and could have pressed his advantage to crush his enemy, but he suddenly stopped and laughed, "Use Guan Qi's sword energy! I guarantee you won't die."

Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle were both shocked to hear this: "Sword God Ren, this sword energy has been deep in our bodies for thirty years and has become one with us. If we use it, we will not survive. How can we guarantee that we will not die?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "This is a battle between Guan Qi and me. If you die, then I have lost."

He raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyebrows flying: "How could I possibly lose?"

(End of this chapter)