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

Chapter 465 Discipline
Sword God!

The two words fell like icicles to the ground, plunging the entire room into a deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to be permeated by an invisible chill, as if their souls had been captured by that white figure.

Xiongwu stared intently at his opponent, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest: "I've long heard of the Sword God's extraordinary abilities, but I never imagined he would be this terrifying!"

Seeing that he was in a daze, Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Upon regaining consciousness, Xiong Wu couldn't help but sigh, "The Sword God's majestic bearing is enough to terrify even this old man; I wonder how much more fear others must feel!"

"Ren Jianshen is as handsome as jade, his mere presence captivating," Shi Dingtian said in a deep voice. "I just didn't expect you to arrive so quickly!"

"I have no choice but to hurry," Ren Shaoyang said casually. "Hearing that someone wanted to disturb my peace, I had no choice but to come and find out for myself."

Xiongwu suddenly said, "Sword God Ren, do you know what good deeds Ren Hongxiu has done?"

"Tell me?"

Xiongwu stepped forward, his voice sharp and stern: "Sword God Ren! Ren Hongxiu led Nie Feng astray, plundered the Dragon Vein, and wreaked havoc on the world! You're going to protect such a vixen?"

This question hit the nail on the head, and everyone secretly cheered.

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in his laughter: "Where were you when Jue Wushen trampled the imperial city? Where were you when the world was in turmoil and the common people wept blood?" His gaze swept over Shi Dingtian, "General Shi, have you once again been manipulated by Jue Wushen?"

Shi Dingtian's face instantly turned crimson, and a feeling of shame and indignation choked him, leaving him speechless.

Upon seeing this, Xiongwu roared like thunder: "Ren Shaoyang, you are nothing but a country bumpkin, yet you dare to speak so presumptuously about the imperial court. Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew!"

"The imperial court?" Ren Shaoyang's lips curled into a smirk. "Having lost the people's hearts, they're trying to find an excuse to divert attention, choosing my little girl as a scapegoat. Do they even deserve to discuss right and wrong with me, Ren, using such tricks?"

"We have a clear conscience!" Shi Dingtian pointed to his chest. "At least I still have a conscience. I didn't fall into demonic possession like Nie Feng and Ren Hongxiu and slaughter the world!"

“That’s right!” Xiongwu stepped forward. “Those who have fallen into demonic possession shall be killed!”

Their words were resounding and powerful, like the crackling of bronze bells, causing the bowls and chopsticks to clatter.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, his eyes revealing impatience.

Shi Dingtian rolled his eyes and shouted, "Sword God Ren, the imperial court demands an explanation!"

"Explain?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with anger.

"Imperial decree: Those who fall into demonic possession shall be killed without mercy!" Shi Dingtian roared, "Hand over Ren Hongxiu!"

"Hand it over!" The armored soldiers roared in unison, the sound of weapons being drawn echoing throughout the building, filling the air with murderous intent.

Ren Shaoyang slightly raised his eyelids and sneered, "Noisy."

With his right hand slightly raised, his five fingers, as if caressing invisible strings, swept across the surging crowd.

“The law prohibits it.”

In an instant, a magnificent celestial sound seemed to resound in everyone's ears, flowing clearly and distinctly, vast and boundless, turbulent and unstoppable, like a raging sea crashing towards them.

Time and space seemed to freeze. The charging armored soldiers suddenly froze, their roars frozen on their faces, all pinned to the spot by an irresistible wave of energy!

With a series of thuds, the sound of shattering jade came from the soldier's body. Blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Shi Dingtian's armor clattered to the ground, and he fell backward, shirtless and staring blankly at the ground.
"General Shi!"

Xiongwu rushed forward and helped the giant up. He looked closely and saw that Shi Dingtian's eyes had rolled back and his muscles and bones had gone limp. He had been shocked to death.

He immediately put down Shi Dingtian, stood up, stared intently at Ren Shaoyang, and said in a deep voice, "You, what ruthless methods you have!"

"Heh!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, "He killed himself with his own internal energy, what does that have to do with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiongwu felt a surge of powerful energy envelop him, his blood and qi surging, followed by a sharp pain in his eardrums and a swelling in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that the other party's methods were strange and impossible to guard against. In just a moment, he would follow in Shi Dingtian's footsteps, dying from a surge of internal energy that caused blood to spurt from his seven orifices.

"drink!"

With a deep shout, Xiongwu launched a fierce attack on Ren Shaoyang, his fists and feet flying like lightning.

But the fists were like frost falling, the palms like splitting clouds, and the legs like a whirlwind. The three complemented each other, forming a raging storm that pressed down like a mountain wall.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and pointed casually: "Is this the Three-Part Return to Origin?"

hum!
This strike was like a sword reaching to the heavens, breaking through the "Heavenly Frost Fist," shattering the "Cloud-Dispelling Palm," and scattering the "Wind God Leg." Xiongwu mustered his true energy to resist for a moment, but the remaining force of his energy still lingered, striking his chest squarely.

The force of the attack was like a natural disaster. Upon contact with the powerful true energy, it was like ice and snow melting instantly upon contact with fire. With a muffled groan, he was thrown out, flailing his arms and legs.

"To be honest," Ren Shaoyang shook his head and clicked his tongue, "Three-part Return to Origin Qi is truly inferior to Three-part Return to Origin Qi."

"Bullshit!" Xiongwu's face twisted as he shouted angrily.

He spent years painstakingly cultivating the "Three-Part Return to Origin" technique, all for the sake of avenging himself against Xiong Ba. Who would have thought that upon his return, not only would Xiong Ba be dead, but he would also be accused of using a counterfeit version instead of the original?
It is simply the opposite of Tiangang!

Enraged, Xiongwu tried to step forward, but the slightest movement made his body feel as if it were about to split open. He groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground, his entire body convulsing.

"You, what kind of evil kung fu is this?" Xiongwu pointed at Ren Shaoyang and said in a trembling voice.

Xiongwu had never seen such a bizarre method before!
He was certain that Ren Shaoyang hadn't used his true energy just now.

With just a slight movement of his fingers, he wielded a strange power of heaven and earth, twisting his own blood, true energy, and even bones and muscles, thus injuring himself!
Faced with such an unfathomable opponent, Xiongwu's face turned red, his veins bulged, and he was sweating profusely. He couldn't help but feel like an ant trying to shake a tree, powerless to do anything about it.

When his spirits weaken, his overall vitality declines.

Ren Shaoyang, seeing through everything, said coldly, "With your temperament, it's no wonder you can't beat Xiong Ba."

"Swipe!"

Several beams of white light slanted in.

However, the remaining few strongmen secretly drew their swords and slashed with all their might.

Without turning his head, Ren Shaoyang flicked his finger, and a clear, melodious string sound suddenly rang out in the void.

Several large swords hummed, their blades and hilts trembling like giant pythons.

Suddenly it shot into the sky, thud, thud, thud, and pierced the roof beam.

The strongmen all leaned back, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, their muscles surging like waves, cracking and popping, their eyes glazed over, as they flew backward.

Xiongwu had just stood up when he suddenly saw a figure flying towards him. He quickly reached out with both hands to catch it. But the moment they made contact, a shockwave crashed down like a mountain collapsing and the sky falling. He couldn't help but cry out, "Oh no!" A mouthful of white teeth fell out, and he staggered backward.

With a fierce shout, Xiongwu's legs sank into the floor like cones, followed by a "crack" sound. His left knee was in excruciating pain, as it had been dislocated.

Before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt a violent tremor throughout his body, his muscles spasming, as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest, forcing all the blood and energy in his body to rush to his head.

Looking up, one could see Ren Shaoyang, his clothes and hair flying, pushing the silent warriors into the corner like dust.

Strangely, while the wind howled wildly in the hall, the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks remained completely still.

Because Xiongwu was stuck in the floor, he stood there holding Shi Dingtian. An invisible wave stretched across his front, solid and heavy, almost tangible, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Sword God Ren!" Xiong Wu's face was as red as blood, his eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, revealing great pain. "Spare me!"

He fought back with all his might against the fluctuations, but the disparity in strength was too great. His attempt was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; his true energy dissipated as soon as he tried to use it.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Xiongwu felt despair. Suddenly, his body felt light, and the fluctuations disappeared without a trace.

Ren Shaoyang stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to the window.

At this moment, five ancient and ethereal voices, like five sharp swords, pierced through the deathly silence of the restaurant and came one after another.

"I am the Ancestor of the Crimson Gold Sword!"

"I am the Ancestor of the Immortal Wood Sword!"

"I am the ancestor of the Hayami Sword Clan!"

"I am the Ancestor of the Blazing Fire Sword!"

"I am the Scorched Earth Sword Ancestor!"

"The Reverse Sword Sect, the Five Ancestors of the Reverse Sword Sect—"

The sounds eventually merged into one, deep and resonant like the rumble of the earth:
"Greetings, Sword God Ren!"

A barely perceptible hint of interest finally flashed across Ren Shaoyang's eyes.

“The Reverse Sword Sect.” He slowly walked to the window. “Is that the sect that was created specifically to counter the Sword Sect?”

An aged voice said, "Sword God, you flatter me!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "I wasn't praising you, I genuinely think you guys are 'unbelievable'!"

Legend has it that back then, the emperor felt that the Sword Sect was too powerful, so he sent the imperial guards to besiege it. In order to protect the sect, the then-leader of the Sword Sect, "Sword Wisdom," handed over all the secret manuals and even created the "Reverse Sword Sect."

All the martial arts of the Reverse Sword Sect are moves that contradict those of the Sword Sect, and are specifically designed to reveal the sword techniques of the Sword Sect.
This sounds exactly like "peaceful evolution"!

Calling Jian Zhi a capitulationist is an understatement; he's practically a prime example of a spy who infiltrated the Sword Sect and eventually seized power.

It can be said that the enemy is at the highest level.

Ren Shaoyang lowered his gaze. Outside the window, on the long street, five figures sat cross-legged like bells, swords across their laps, their auras connected as one.

The red-robed elder at the head of the group raised his head, his gaze sharp as a sword: "What a Sword God! We are being presumptuous, but may we ask what profound skill that technique of controlling the rhythm of heaven and earth you just used is?"

Ren Shaoyang lowered his gaze, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze: "A single chord of the heart is the sound of heaven." He paused, his clear voice carrying throughout the long street.

"Let's call this starting stance 'Rule Stop'."

(End of this chapter)