80: Chapter 80 Heavenly Sword Holy Land? Wants to Swallow the Sword Sect?

Outside the Sword Sect's mountain gate, the wind and clouds suddenly changed.

The originally clear sky was suddenly shrouded by a massive shadow.

Nine pitch-black giant warships, emitting a ferocious aura, broke through the clouds and slowly descended above the Sword Sect's Sect-Protecting Grand Array with an all-crushing power.

On each warship, a battle flag embroidered with a giant golden sword fluttered loudly in the wind.

"That is... the battle flag of the Tianjian Holy Land!"

The disciples responsible for guarding the mountain looked at the rows of cold cannon muzzles; their legs went weak with fear, and they scrambled to ring the alarm bell.

"Dang—! Dang—! Dang—!"

The urgent and heavy tolling of the bell instantly resonated throughout the Thirty-Six Peaks of the Sword Sect.

On Forgetting Love Peak, Xu Chen, who was having breakfast with two beautiful ladies, frowned slightly and put down a peeled grape.

"What a mood killer."

He sighed and glanced at the master and disciple in his arms, who had just been jealous over "who gets to eat this bite first."

"It seems this meal won't be eaten in peace."

"It's the Tianjian Holy Land."

Ye Qingwu's face instantly turned cold, regaining her majesty as the Supreme Elder.

"These bandits have long coveted our Sword Sect's 'Primal Sword Scripture.' Previously, they were wary of the Sect-Protecting Grand Array and my strength, only daring to make small moves in the shadows. Now that the Demonic Sword Chaos has just passed and the Sword Sect is severely weakened, they want to take advantage of the situation!"

"Primal Sword Scripture?"

Xu Chen curled his lips with a look of disdain.

"That trashy cultivation method that even I can't be bothered to glance at? It's worth them making such a big fuss?"

Ye Qingwu and Nangong Waner rolled their eyes simultaneously.

You are the Young Master of the Imperial Clan, so it's natural for your standards to be high. But in the eyes of other forces in the Central Region, that is a supreme secret manual that points directly to the source of the Sword Dao!

"Let's go."

Xu Chen stood up, casually helped Ye Qingwu straighten her slightly messy collar, and pinched Nangong Waner's small face.

"Since guests have arrived, as the hosts, we must go and greet them."

...

On the Sword Sect square, the atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.

Jian Wuchen stood inside the array with a group of elders, his face ashen, staring fixedly at the nine warships above.

"Zhao Wuji! You brought so many people to my Sword Sect, what are your intentions?!"

Jian Wuchen channeled his spiritual power, and his angry shout exploded like thunder.

"Hahaha! What are my intentions?"

From the most luxurious warship in the middle, a young man wearing a golden robe and a jade crown walked out.

He fanned himself with a gold-inlaid folding fan, looking down at the Sword Sect crowd from above, his eyes full of contempt.

"Sect Master Jian, let's not beat around the bush."

"I heard that your Sword Sect suffered heavy casualties to suppress the Demonic Sword, and even the Sect-Protecting Grand Array is damaged."

"This Holy Son is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see the Sword Sect's thousand-year foundation destroyed. I have specifically brought people to... take over the Sword Sect."

"Take over?"

The Grand Elder's beard shook with anger.

"I think you want to annex us! What wolfish ambitions!"

"Say whatever you want."

Zhao Wuji shrugged with an indifferent look.

"However, this Holy Son is not an unreasonable person."

"As long as you obediently hand over the 'Primal Sword Scripture' and..."

His gaze swept across the array and finally fixed on Nangong Waner, who had just arrived, his eyes flashing with undisguised lewdness.

"And let Nangong Waner be this Holy Son's eighteenth concubine."

"This Holy Son might consider leaving you an intact corpse."

"In your dreams!"

Before Nangong Waner could speak, the Sword Sect disciples nearby had already exploded with rage.

Letting the Eldest Senior Sister be a concubine? And the eighteenth one?

This was simply the greatest insult to the Sword Sect!

"Tsk tsk tsk, quite a temper."

Zhao Wuji sneered, his gaze shifting to Ye Qingwu beside Nangong Waner.

With this look, his eyes instantly straightened.

Just now he was only focused on the younger one and didn't notice there was an even higher-quality older one beside her!

That figure, that temperament—it was ten thousand times better than the green Holy Maidens he had played with!

"Oh, isn't this Elder Ye, known as the 'Peerless Dancing Sword Immortal'?"

Zhao Wuji licked his lips, his gaze becoming even more unscrupulous.

"I heard that Elder Ye is still unmarried and has kept her empty room for thousands of years?"

"Just right, this Holy Son not only lacks a concubine but also lacks a... foot-warming maid."

"Why don't you two, master and disciple, follow me together?"

"Exactly a 'Master-Disciple Rice Bowl,' so this Holy Son can taste the flavor of ultimate earthly pleasure! Hahaha!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Too arrogant! Too shameless!

He actually dared to publicly harass the Supreme Elder?!

"You're looking for death!"

Ye Qingwu's beautiful eyes contained killing intent, and the Falling Flower Sword in her hand instantly unsheathed. A terrifying pressure of the Mid-stage Saint Realm was about to explode.

But someone was faster than her.

"Snap!"

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

Immediately following.

Zhao Wuji, who was still laughing wildly, was slapped hard as if by an invisible giant hand.

His whole body flew off the warship, rotated three and a half times in the air, and finally crashed heavily onto the hard floor tiles of the Sword Sect square.

"Pfft—"

Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, half of his face instantly swelled into a pig's head, and several teeth fell out.

"Who?! Who dares to sneak attack this Holy Son?!"

He clutched his face and roared unclearly.

"Sneak attack?"

A lazy voice came from behind Nangong Waner.

Xu Chen walked out slowly, still fanning himself with that seemingly ordinary folding fan, but the chill in his eyes made the surrounding air freeze.

"To hit trash like you, does one even need a sneak attack?"

Xu Chen walked up to Zhao Wuji and looked down at him as if looking at an ant that could be crushed at will.

"I originally just wanted to use you all to sacrifice to the flag."

"But now..."

Xu Chen leaned down slightly, and in those deep eyes, a heart-palpitating red light flashed.

"You have successfully infuriated me."

"Master-Disciple Rice Bowl?"

"Is that a term... you are allowed to use?"