Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Xiao Chenzhou's body lay in the snow, blood still oozing from the sword wound on his throat.

But soon, the bloodstains and the corpse were covered by the falling snow.

But that scene seemed to have struck everyone's minds hard.

The six disciples stood there, their faces pale, having considered many possible outcomes.

For example, the master was furious and refused to hand over the Sword Tomb Key.

For example, if the two sides fight, the senior brother suppresses the master, and then, in the name of the greater good, asks the master to step down.

They even planned out how to announce it to the outside world afterwards.

It is said that the master is old and knows that his blood and energy are declining. He cannot bear to see the Sword Tomb lineage die out, so he passed on the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin to his first disciple, Xiao Chenzhou.

How dignified! How legendary!

But who could have imagined... Gu Changjin raised his hand and slashed twice, the third slash killing his senior brother instantly.

They killed them cleanly and decisively.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Is this some kind of centenarian sword god?

Is this a centenarian madman?

They weren't the only ones who were dumbfounded.

Those righteous people hiding in the wind and snow outside the Sword Tomb were also dumbfounded.

Behind a pine forest, several disciples of the Suxin Sword Sect stared wide-eyed.

One of the girls instinctively covered her mouth.

"Senior Brother Xiao...is he dead?"

No one answered her.

Because no one had time to react.

This script is wrong!

Logically, shouldn't it be that the old sword master is old, and his disciple persuades him with reason and emotion, eventually moving him to relinquish his inheritance?

Then Xiao Chenzhou inherited the name of the Sword God Jinxue, and led the Seven Swords down from Tianshan, or rather, the Seven Swords out of the Sword Tomb, sweeping through the Demonic Sect.

Finally, he joined forces with Liu Yueci, the Holy Maiden of the Suxin Sword Sect, to create a legendary tale of righteousness.

How pleasant and respectable that sounds!

Why did things go wrong right from the start with Gu Changjin?

He killed the male lead?!

Liu Yueci, the Holy Maiden of the Suxin Sword Sect, was also dumbfounded.

She was wearing a white fox fur coat, and her already somewhat sickly complexion was now as white as snow.

No...no, no, no.

How did he die?

Xiao Chenzhou is dead, what will happen to her after that?

The Pure Heart Sword Sect lured people to the Sword Tomb this time in order to use the Sword Tomb's heritage to fight against the Demonic Sect.

Incidentally, let Xiao Chenzhou take over the title of Sword God.

Once this news gets out, she and Xiao Chenzhou will be seen as a righteous woman and a swordswoman, one a pure-hearted saintess and the other the new master of the Sword Tomb. How wonderful that would be!

Xiao Chenzhou is gone now.

Who will she fight alongside in this world?

We can't exactly team up with that centenarian sword god, can we?

How will the news spread in the martial arts world?

A pure-hearted saintess falls in love with a centenarian sword god?

Liu Yueci's face turned green after just one thought.

Inside the Sword Tomb, the remaining six disciples finally came to their senses.

The second disciple, Lu Guichen, suddenly drew his sword, his voice trembling.

"Master! How could you kill my senior brother?"

The fourth disciple had red eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"My senior brother was only acting for the sake of all living beings. What did he do wrong?"

The fifth disciple broke down, crying out, "Master, you have disappointed us so much! We respected and loved you, which is why we came to beg you to pass on the Sword Tomb, but you cruelly killed us!"

The sixth disciple gritted his teeth, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"Do you really think that the righteous path of the world is less important than the little legacy you possess?"

Gu Changjin's head was throbbing from listening.

It really hurts.

He discovered that this group of people had a problem.

They would never admit they wanted to steal.

They just keep saying that others won't give it to them.

Not giving it to them would be selfish, disregard the bigger picture, and disappoint them.

He's very familiar with this stuff.

The woman in his past life deceived him in the same way.

The same thing happened when the Gu family forced him to his death.

Even when Xuan Yang Sect made him sign a deathmatch contract, it was still the same.

Now there are seven disciples, but the taste hasn't changed at all.

Gu Changjin sighed, his words tinged with helplessness.

"Are you all out of your minds?"

The six people were taken aback.

Gu Changjin gripped his sword, his eyes turning cold.

"He brought you here to force me to abdicate; I will kill him."

"If you help him force the emperor to abdicate, I will kill you all."

"Is this so hard to understand?"

The second disciple, Lu Guichen, suddenly changed his expression.

"you……"

Gu Changjin was too lazy to listen.

Forget it, I'll just have to go through the trouble and kill them all.

He is me, and so am I.

Since it's my obsession, it probably won't be some stupid thing like kneeling down and begging for mercy or trying to reform my disciples.

Gu Changjin has already grasped a little bit of the feeling.

The final obsession of this centenarian swordsman was not to pass on his legacy.

It's not about seeing the disciple turn back.

Rather, it was resentment.

Unwilling to spend his life roaming the martial world, he was forced to the Sword Tomb in his old age by the ungrateful wretch he had raised.

He was unwilling to accept that he was still able to wield his sword, yet they forced him to bow down under the guise of righteousness.

What else is there to say?

Kill him.

Gu Changjin flicked his wrist, and his longsword hung low, the broken swords clanging against the snow.

The six disciples' expressions changed instantly.

They dared to curse just now because their senior brother died too suddenly.

Anger overwhelmed fear.

But now that Gu Changjin really wanted to kill them, that fear suddenly surged from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This is the legendary swordsman of the martial arts world, the Sword God Jinxue, who has dominated the martial arts world for sixty years!

Even when you get old and your blood and energy decline.

Killing them is just like killing chickens.

Just then, an aged voice rang out from the outer perimeter of the Sword Tomb.

"Gu Jianshen, wait a moment."

The wind and snow were pushed away by a powerful palm force.

Several figures emerged from behind the pine forest, rocks, and cliffs.

Suxin Sword Sect, Fuhu Manor, Jingang Temple, Righteous Alliance.

Wow, quite a few people have come.

Standing at the very front was an old monk wearing a gray kasaya.

Master Huikong of Jingang Temple is a highly influential figure in the righteous path of the martial arts world.

He clasped his hands together, his face filled with compassion.

"Gu Jianshen, I respect your past achievements in dominating the martial world with your sword, and I also respect your protection of the Sword Tomb for sixty years."

"But what happened today has really gone too far."

An elder from the Righteous Alliance standing nearby said in a deep voice, "Although Young Hero Xiao has offended you, he is still your personal disciple. To kill him with a single sword strike is far too cruel."

The owner of Fuhu Mountain Villa was even more direct.

"Gu Changjin, the Demonic Sect is now powerful, and the righteous path is in dire need of capable leaders. It's one thing for you to refuse to leave your seclusion, but you've even gone so far as to slaughter the younger generation of the righteous. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Upon seeing these righteous seniors appear, the six disciples' previously weak legs stiffened again.

Lu Guichen immediately took half a step back and said in a sorrowful voice, "Seniors, you all saw it!"

"Master has gone mad!"

The fourth disciple quickly added, "We only wanted to ask our master to pass down the Sword Tomb so we could serve the righteous path, but he killed our eldest brother first, and now he wants to kill us too!"

The fifth disciple, as if grasping at a straw, knelt directly before those righteous people.

"Please, esteemed elders, grant us your judgment!"

Gu Changjin almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

Just a moment ago he was calling me Master.

Now that the senior has arrived, Master immediately goes mad.

She changes her tune so quickly; it's a shame she doesn't go into opera.

However, not all those righteous people are fools.

Many people didn't rush to speak.

After all, they knew in their hearts that this was not a good look.

The disciple forced the master to hand over the inheritance; no matter how you try to wash it, it still smells bad.

Zen Master Huikong still stepped forward and sighed.

"Gu Jianshen, this old monk knows you harbor resentment."

"But now the Black Lotus Demon Lord is running rampant, and the Demonic Sect wants to wreak havoc on the world. If the righteous path continues to fight amongst themselves, it will only cause suffering to the common people."

"Young Master Xiao is dead, so let's leave it at that."

"If Sword Master Gu is still in good health, why don't you come down the mountain with us and fight against the Demonic Sect together?"

"With the might of the Sword God, the morale of the righteous path under heaven will surely be greatly boosted."

Gu Changjin looked at him, his eyes calm.

Well, this monk is even more amazing.

Let's start by saying that Xiao Chenzhou is dead.

Then they turned around and wanted him to go down the mountain and risk his life.

Are you guys in the business of wholesaling abacuses?

The sounds were getting louder and louder.

Liu Yueci's face turned even uglier.

She couldn't help but whisper, "If we have Senior Gu come out of seclusion, what about Senior Brother Xiao?"

The junior sister next to her whispered, "Isn't Senior Brother Xiao already dead?"

Liu Yueci's lips twitched.

Yes, he's dead.

The problem is that Xiao Chenzhou is dead, and the scheme she laid out before is also ruined.

We can't really let her travel the world alongside the centenarian swordsman, can we?

That would be too outrageous if it got out.

They are the Condor Heroes.

Is she the granddaughter of the Condor Heroes?

The more Liu Yueci thought about it, the more suffocated she felt.

Gu Changjin was about to speak.

But the words caught in his throat.

He is waiting.

No, to be precise, he's been dragging his feet ever since the beginning.

Why listen to Xiao Chenzhou's nonsense?

Why listen to these righteous people talking nonsense?

Do you really think he's gotten better at tempering?

of course not.

When he first entered this world, he discovered that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was pitifully thin.

It cannot be said that there is none.

But it's far inferior to the Xuan Yang Sect.

This centenarian swordsman's body is used for martial arts.

Gu Changjin's true form is that of an immortal.

One is true qi, and the other is spiritual power.

They are on different levels.

The problem is that this place has too little spiritual energy, and he needs time to gather energy if he wants to forcefully use some cultivation techniques.

The sword strikes that killed Xiao Chenzhou just now used the swordsmanship foundation of the centenarian sword god himself.

He can kill useless disciples and also intimidate people in the martial arts world.

But to wipe out all these righteous masters in one go, we still need to gather our strength.

That's about it.

Gu Changjin felt the barely condensed spiritual energy in his meridians, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

it is good.

It's time to wrap up.

Just as he was about to make his move.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from behind the distant cliffs.

"Hahahahaha!"

Laughter rolled through the wind and snow, making the broken swords in the sword tomb hum.

Gu Changjin paused, looked up into the distance, his eyes not filled with solemnity... but with speechlessness.

No.

There are also cake makers?

Is today the Sword Tomb open day?

Anyone can join in the fun?

At the end of the snowstorm, a group of people in black robes walked through the snow.

They moved with incredible speed, their clothes fluttering as they skimmed across the snow like a flock of crows.

The leader was tall and wore a black cloak with half a bronze demon mask on his face.

With each step he took, the snow seemed to be scalded by fire.

The righteous people's expressions changed drastically in an instant.

"Black Lotus Demon Lord!"

"How is this possible? How could he be here?"

"Who leaked our whereabouts?"

"The Demonic Cult has come too!"

Liu Yueci's face turned even paler.

Zen Master Huikong also frowned, and his hand tightened slightly on the prayer beads.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord stood outside the Sword Tomb, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Gu Changjin.

"Gu Jianshen, it's been a long time."

"I originally thought that today I would only be able to watch a good show of master and disciple turning against each other."

"I never expected to witness you kill your disciple with my own eyes."

"That felt great, so great!"

The members of the demonic sect burst into laughter.

The righteous path, on the other hand, was on high alert.

The six disciples were so frightened that they shrank even further behind the righteous people.

Gu Changjin glanced at Zhengdao.

Then I took a look at the Demonic Sect.

Finally, he looked down at the sword mound at his feet.

He suddenly sighed.

"So you're treating my house like a party venue, huh?"

No one understood what he meant, but everyone saw Gu Changjin slowly raise his sword.

On the sword's edge, a wisp of spiritual light, not belonging to this world, shone.

His eyes turned completely cold.

"Kill them all."

"Kill them all."