182: Chapter 182 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

Feng Haishan said smugly, "Literally, you're useless now. Your Legacy is mine!"

Now that the sword was out, it was time for him to kill this kid.

And take his Legacy.

Chen Xian seemed to understand, retreating continuously.

"You, you actually want to take my Legacy? This sword... it isn't your family heirloom either, is it?"

Feng Haishan laughed loudly.

"I really don't get it. How could someone as domineering as the Fearless Sword Saint take such an idiot like you as a Disciple?"

"You actually believed a lie like it being a family heirloom!"

While retreating, Chen Xian said in surprise, "Dammit, I am the Fearless Sword Saint's Personal Disciple! Don't even think about taking it!"

"With your conduct, you're not worthy of being the Fearless Sword Saint's Disciple. From now on, I will be his Personal Disciple."

Feng Haishan stepped into the Grotto-Heaven.

Chen Xian saw this.

"Shocked," he said, "You can actually come in."

"Hahahaha, of course I can! I just couldn't pull out that sword. You fool, you were tricked by me!"

Feng Haishan walked up to Chen Xian.

A sword directly pierced through Chen Xian's body.

Swoosh!

Chen Xian's face turned pale.

"Jiejiejie, go in peace. I will make the Fearless Sword Technique flourish!"

Just as he finished speaking.

He suddenly heard a squelch.

He found a sword appearing in his own chest.

Feng Haishan looked at Chen Xian in a daze.

He saw that Chen Xian no longer had his previously injured and wretched appearance.

Instead, he said with a smile, "City Lord Feng, it's a good thing you acted now. Otherwise, I would have been so tired from acting!"

"You're saying you were faking it?"

"That's impossible!"

He waved his hand and stabbed Chen Xian again, but in the next second, Chen Xian also pierced his body with a sword.

"City Lord Feng, I was waiting for my Invincible Sword Body to recover my health. What were you waiting for?"

Just as Chen Xian finished speaking.

He took out two sword pellets from his pocket and crushed them.

In an instant.

Countless tiny strands of Sword Qi pierced through both of their bodies.

Feng Haishan's body was instantly riddled with holes like a sieve.

Conversely, Chen Xian's body was gradually recovering.

The difference was clear.

Feng Haishan gritted his teeth in rage.

He had always thought this pawn was in his grasp, but it had actually escaped his control.

Especially after being stabbed those few times.

This made Feng Haishan's heart burn with fury.

"You damned brat! I will kill you today!"

Chen Xian saw Feng Haishan preparing to strike.

He immediately shouted, "Are you all still planning to just watch the show?"

"Stop playing tricks! There are only the two of us in this Secret Realm!"

"Who said that?"

Outside the Grotto-Heaven.

A large crowd of people approached.

The moment Feng Haishan saw Mo Hongyu leading them, he understood instantly.

His self-righteous murder for treasure...

...was actually him jumping into a trap that others had already dug.

"Mo Hongyu, you should know that if you fight to the death with me, your Duobao Pavilion's Mo Family won't gain anything either!"

Mo Hongyu sneered, "Hehe, that's why only dead people don't talk!"

She respectfully stepped aside from the center position.

An expressionless old man stood before Feng Haishan.

"City Lord Feng, first time meeting you. Your life now belongs to me."

The Hemp-clothed Elder waved his hand.

A pressure of the Mahayana Stage swept over.

Feng Haishan's expression turned grave.

He hadn't expected Mo Hongyu to actually invite a Mahayana Stage Expert to kill him!

He knew the play of catching a turtle in a jar.

Only this time, he was the turtle!

Feng Haishan tried to grab Chen Xian; even if he died, he would take this kid who fooled him along.

However, in the next second, Chen Xian instantly vanished from the spot.

The speed was so fast that it caught him off guard.

Although he wanted to keep chasing him, he was firmly blocked by the Hemp-clothed Elder in front of him.

"Let this old man deal with you!"

Two Mahayana Stage Experts immediately began fighting in the Grotto-Heaven.

Chen Xian stood outside, holding the Fearless Sword.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

"Man, that was a close call!"

Mo Hongyu stood before him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Old Wu is a Mahayana Stage Expert on our side. He will definitely defeat Feng Haishan!"

"Next, let's talk about our cooperation."

Chen Xian asked naively, "Cooperation on what?"

"We helped you deal with Feng Haishan, shouldn't you give us some compensation?"

Chen Xian continued to play dumb, "What compensation? I don't understand."

"Didn't we say before that if I become a Sword Saint, I would look after your Duobao Pavilion?"

Mo Hongyu sneered, "That is indeed what we agreed upon. But this time, our Duobao Pavilion dispatched a Mahayana Stage Expert and so many people."

"You have to give us something as a token of appreciation, right?"

"What thing?"

Mo Hongyu's gaze fell on the long sword in Chen Xian's hand.

"The Sword Saint's Sword..."

"That's definitely not okay!"

Chen Xian held it in his arms and said protectively, "This is my Revered Master's sword, I definitely can't give it to you!"

"We naturally don't want it permanently."

"But how about lending it to us for a few months?"

A man behind Mo Hongyu sneered, "Fellow Daoist, there's a saying you might not know: 'The wise man submits to circumstances'!"

Chen Xian narrowed his eyes.

He said with a half-smile, "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm not threatening you, but you should know what choice to make!"

"This sword, you have to lend it whether you want to or not!"

Mo Hongyu shrugged.

"As you can see, if you don't hand over the sword, I might not be able to control these people!"

Chen Xian sneered.

"I see!"

Seeing these people from the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and even Soul Transformation Stage staring at him like tigers watching their prey.

Especially their gazes, which were like looking at prey.

Mo Hongyu looked at Chen Xian even more smugly.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

Feng Haishan had Old Wu to deal with him.

This Sword Saint's Sword of Chen Xian's should naturally belong to their Duobao Pavilion!

As for Chen Xian!

If he was sensible, maybe he could keep his life.

If he wasn't...

Then in an instant, Chen Xian's corpse would appear here!

She believed this man would make the right choice.

At this moment, Chen Xian looked around.

"Instead of lending the sword, why don't you just take the Legacy on me as well?"

"Hehe, good idea. A Sword Saint Successor is worth a try!"

Seeing them all showing fierce expressions.

Chen Xian calmly crushed a jade pendant.

He said indifferently, "I'm surrounded here, come and save me!"

His words provoked a wave of mockery from the crowd.

"Hahahaha, who do you want to come save you?"

"With our lineup, no one in the North Continent would dare to clash with us."

"Moreover, our Duobao Pavilion is a gold-lettered brand across the Five Continents. Who would dare to oppose us!"

Mo Hongyu also looked at Chen Xian and sneered, "Stop struggling."