Wandering Swordsman |

Elder Zhao Zihan of the Inner Hall followed closely behind, leading his disciples into the passage opened by the Immortal Child. Despite his unease, he remained calm and walked at the forefront of his disciples.

Seeing this, the remaining elders also led their disciples into the corresponding stone gates without hesitation.

At this moment, the remaining overseas heretical cultivators followed Oda slowly into the passage opened by the sword stone door.

His steps were steady, as if each step was on the strings of fate, producing a deep and powerful echo. His figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of the passage, leaving only a series of faint footsteps echoing in the silent chamber.

Seeing this, Ding Chengfeng's lips curled into a cold smile, a barely perceptible glint of malice flashing in his eyes. He knew full well that Oda's understanding of the tomb's mechanisms, and his willingness to cooperate with the Black Wind Gang and Diancang to share the treasures of the God of War's tomb, was far from simple; perhaps there was more to it than met the eye. However, at this moment, he had no choice but to steel himself and lead the three Holy Lords inside. His steps were firm and swift, like a tiger poised to pounce on its prey.

As Oda and his group, along with Ding Chengfeng and his group, disappeared into the passage, the secret chamber returned to a deathly silence.

Elder Yao Guangyuan stood rooted to the spot, his gaze solemn, as if bearing the fate of the entire Diancang Sect on his shoulders. The two disciples beside him also appeared unusually tense, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, as if ready to deal with any sudden crisis at any moment.

"Elder Yao, will the elders... be alright?" a young disciple couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly.

Elder Yao Guangyuan sighed softly, his gaze still fixed on the gradually closing stone door: "Don't worry." His voice was deep and firm, as if he were encouraging himself, "The elders are all outstanding figures in the martial arts world. If they really encounter danger, they still have ways to protect themselves."

That being said, he knew in his heart that the current situation was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface. Originally, the appearance of Ding Chengfeng and others was still within a controllable range, but the appearance of Oda and others undoubtedly added many variables to this adventure.

Everyone who enters the stone gate becomes a pawn in this life-or-death game, and the ultimate victor will be the one who can emerge victorious from the perilous situation.

Inside the passage opened by the Sword Stone Gate, Duan Qianya led a dozen disciples, closely following in the footsteps of the Three-Handed Sword Demon, and slowly made their way along the dimly lit sword passage.

The surrounding stone walls are carved with countless exquisite sword patterns, as if telling an ancient legend.

Each step was accompanied by a faint echo, like the whisper of a ghost, sending chills down one's spine.

Finally, after a long journey, they arrived at a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall, an ancient and majestic longsword was planted straight in the ground. The blade emitted a faint glow under the dim light of the surrounding luminous stones, as if waiting for the arrival of a destined person.

The faint halos around the blade seemed to contain boundless power.

"This is the sword left behind by the God of War," the Three-Handed Sword Demon's voice echoed in the empty hall, tinged with an undisguised greed. "Its name is the God of War Sword, a divine weapon. If it were to be unearthed, it would surely amaze the martial world."

Duan Qianya's gaze was fixed on the sword, and an irrepressible desire welled up in his heart.

"Sect Leader, what should we do?" a disciple asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Duan Qianya took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Such a divine weapon would not have been planted here without any purpose. Let's not act rashly."

The Three-Handed Sword Demon, standing not far away, curled his lips into a sinister smile, as if he had already anticipated Duan Qianya's reaction: "Sect Leader Duan, this divine sword is right before our eyes. Our purpose in coming to the Tomb of the Martial God is not this sword. If you can obtain this treasure, we will give it to you."

A hint of doubt flashed through Duan Qianya's mind, but the temptation before him was too great for him to resist.

So he slowly walked towards the sword, each step showing extraordinary determination. His disciples gathered around him, their eyes filled with concern and expectation.

When Duan Qianya walked to the sword, he stretched out his hands and gently grasped the hilt. In an instant, a powerful suction force came from the sword, as if an invisible hand was frantically drawing away his inner strength.

Duan Qianya gritted his teeth and circulated his internal energy with all his might, trying to resist the suction force.

Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling incredibly long. Duan Qianya's face gradually paled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he still did not give up.

Finally, after a violent tremor, the sword was slowly pulled from the ground with a crisp sound.

However, the moment the sword completely left the ground, Duan Qianya suddenly felt his internal energy almost completely drained, and he swayed precariously.

He struggled to support his body, trying to steady the Martial God Sword in his hand, but found that the surrounding air seemed to have become heavier, making it hard for him to breathe.

Just then, the Three-Handed Sword Demon suddenly moved! He darted in front of Duan Qianya like a ghost, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

At the same time, he drew his black sword and thrust it straight at Duan Qianya's heart with unbelievable speed.

"Sect Leader Duan, thank you for your help!" The voice of the Three-Handed Sword Demon was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

Duan Qianya was terrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late. At the critical moment, several Diancang Sect disciples rushed forward without regard for their own safety and stood in front of Duan Qianya.

Their bodies acted as shields against the Three-Handed Sword Demon's attacks, but the black sword mercilessly pierced through their defenses, splattering blood and staining the entire hall red.

"You..." Duan Qianya's eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembling with anger and despair. He mustered his last bit of strength, raised the Martial God Sword, and tried to fight back. However, at this moment, all his internal energy had been absorbed by the Martial God Sword, leaving him extremely weak and unable to unleash its full power.

The Three-Handed Sword Demon sneered, his figure flashed, and he once again closed in on Duan Qianya.

This time, he gave his opponent no chance. His black sword coiled around the Martial God Sword like a venomous snake, and with a sudden twist, he snatched the sword from Duan Qianya's hand.

"This sword is mine now." The Three-Handed Sword Demon's voice carried the smugness of a victor, as if he had already taken control of the entire situation.

Duan Qianya collapsed to the ground, staring at the Martial God Sword that had been taken from him, his heart filled with resentment and regret.

He thought he would easily obtain the divine weapon, but he never expected to fall into the enemy's trap. Only now did he realize that the real danger did not come from external enemies, but from his own inner greed.