97: Chapter 96 Cangling Sword Manor, Zhou Qi!

"Five years later, while Zhou Qi was out begging, he happened to encounter the previous Pavilion Master of the Solitary Sword Pavilion.

This Pavilion Master had a Wisdom Eye for talent and saw Zhou Qi's extraordinary nature at a glance, so he decided to take him as a Disciple and bring him into the Solitary Sword Pavilion to be nurtured.

From then on, Zhou Qi left the Great Yu Dynasty, changed his appearance, took the pseudonym Duanmu Yang, and entered the Solitary Sword Pavilion of the Great Chu Dynasty.

In this new environment, Zhou Qi was like a fish in water; he threw himself heart and soul into Cultivate, never stopping day or night.

Later, Zhou Qi even consumed the Heaven And Earth Treasure he had been hiding. The medicinal power of this treasure was indeed extraordinary, causing Zhou Qi's cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds."

"Duanmu Yang never forgot the mission he carried and had been secretly looking for an opportunity to avenge his family."

"It wasn't until he recently heard that the Old Ancestor of the Great Yu Imperial Family would be bestowing a sword again that Duanmu Yang knew his chance for revenge had come, and he arrived in Ten Thousand Swords City."

Leng Feng recounted all the information he had found in detail.

After hearing about the grievances between Duanmu Yang and the Xiantian Sword Sect, Zheng Chen fell into silence.

Beside him, Ye Hao looked up at Duanmu Yang's back on the screen, suddenly feeling a sense of kindred spirit.

At this time, Chen Zhiwen sighed, "Even if he consumed that Heaven And Earth Treasure and his cultivation far exceeds that of other Cultivators of his generation, what of it?"

"Which of those Sword Cultivators from the Xiantian Sword Sect isn't a powerhouse of the Dao of the Sword who has been immersed in the Grandmaster Peak Realm for many years?"

"Duanmu Yang calculated the nature of the second round of the Sword-Bestowing trial, which is why he risked coming here, hoping to use the power of the void supreme treasure to kill all those powerhouses of the Xiantian Sword Sect."

Hearing this, a look of realization appeared on Ye Hao's face, but then he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Then what about after the second round of the trial ends? How will he deal with that?"

"After all, this is the Sword Domain, the territory of the Xiantian Sword Sect."

Zheng Chen slowly raised his head and said with a complex expression, "Duanmu Yang probably never intended to return alive."

Ye Hao's face shook, and he stared blankly at Duanmu Yang on the high-altitude screen, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

...

Inside the void supreme treasure, after a brief rest, the final match of the second round of the trial began.

As soon as the match began, Duanmu Yang drew his three-foot azure edge from its scabbard and looked indifferently at the few Sword Cultivators other than those from the Xiantian Sword Sect.

"I have only one purpose for coming today, and that is to kill these dogs of the Xiantian Sword Sect."

"As for that 'green peck', I have no interest in it. As long as you don't attack me and stay quietly to the side..."

"Once I kill these people from the Xiantian Sword Sect, I can guarantee that you all pass this second round of the trial."

After hearing Duanmu Yang's words, those Sword Cultivators hesitated for a moment before finally nodding silently.

Meanwhile, the six Sword Cultivators of the Xiantian Sword Sect all stared at Duanmu Yang with uncontrollable rage.

...

In that endless Void Realm, Duanmu Yang and the six powerhouses of the Xiantian Sword Sect were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, every second feeling exceptionally long, and the battle grew increasingly brutal.

Both sides used all their skills, launching relentless attacks on each other.

Every clash was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal striking metal and the horrific sight of blood splashing everywhere.

Duanmu Yang's clothes were now dyed a shocking blood-red. His body was like a flower ravaged by a storm, covered in scars and wounds of varying depths. Some wounds were deep enough to show bone, making it hard to look at, as if one could see the white bones within through the gruesome gashes.

His long hair, which originally cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall, was now disheveled from the intense battle, draped over his back like a tangled mess. His face was distorted with pain, no longer possessing its former elegance.

Especially on his left shoulder, a deep wound gaped like a demon's fangs, blood gushing out from it continuously like a spring.

The crimson blood flowed down his arm and pooled in his palm, forming a shocking puddle of blood.

Compared to his paper-pale face, this pool of blood was particularly eye-catching, as if it were the last glimmer of his life.

The qingfeng sword he held tightly in his hand had also lost its former cold light and sharpness, becoming dim and dull, as if even the sword felt its master's weakness and exhaustion.

Furthermore, the Black Tortoise Formation that Duanmu Yang had deployed collapsed like a punctured balloon at this moment due to the exhaustion of his Spiritual Qi; the Formation, which originally had a majestic Aura, instantly disintegrated, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated in the air.

At this moment, Duanmu Yang's condition could be described as miserable to the extreme.

His physical strength and energy were almost entirely depleted, like a candle in the wind, liable to collapse at any moment.

However, he still gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, refusing to give up easily.

His eyes were like burning flames, shining brightly and sharp as swords, making it impossible to look him in the eye.

Deep within those eyes, an unyielding will and firm determination were revealed, as if nothing could stop his progress.

And not far in front of Duanmu Yang, the situation of the six powerhouses of the Xiantian Sword Sect was simply too horrific to see!

Three of them had their arms severed by Duanmu Yang's indestructible qingfeng sword during the thrilling slaughter just now!

Blood gushed from their wounds like a spring, as if it would never stop, quickly staining the ground beneath them and forming a shocking pool of blood.

These three had now completely lost the strength to stand, slumped on the ground like a pile of lifeless mud.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, clearly enduring unspeakable and immense pain.

The condition of the other three was not much better. In this intense and fierce battle, the Spiritual Qi in their bodies had long been exhausted, and they were now relying on their last sliver of weak strength, gripping their sword hilts tightly to barely support their bodies from falling.

Their faces were pale without a trace of color, and bean-sized droplets of sweat rolled down their foreheads like broken strings of pearls, as if they might faint at any moment.

It was clear that all six of them had reached their limits; their tottering appearance looked equally wretched.