Chapter 203 Battle at Heavenly Sword Peak, Impotent Fury

"Blade Demon Yan Chu!! You're looking for death!!!"

One Heart Sword Venerable Leng Hetong's voice echoed for dozens of miles; the entire Biquan Mountain was in an uproar, even more shocking than the commotion from the Grand Elder's palace just now.

Blade Demon Yan Chu had come?

He was in the Hidden Sword Palace?!

Many Elders and Disciples hurriedly picked up their precious swords and rushed toward the Palace Master's Great Hall.

Everyone knew that Blade Demon Yan Chu was the arch-enemy of the Hidden Sword Palace, and they all wanted to help the Old Palace Master slay the demon.

"All Disciples and members, hear my command! Everyone retreat twenty miles from Heavenly Sword Peak!"

The next moment, Old Palace Master Leng Hetong's voice spread far again, forbidding any Disciples from approaching.

Heavenly Sword Peak was the peak where the Palace Master's Great Hall was located.

In a battle of the Supreme Grandmaster level, those below the Ninth Realm were just fodder; they would be useless and only increase casualties.

At this moment, on Heavenly Sword Peak.

The original Palace Master's Great Hall had been riddled with holes by Yan Chu's saber finger, leaking air from all sides.

Through a large hole at the top, Leng Hetong's figure appeared.

He looked somewhat disheveled now.

In the direct clash with Yan Chu, he had suffered a minor loss.

But that was secondary; the main issue was that the seven Great Grandmaster level Elders in the hall had all been killed by Yan Chu's targeted Saber Qi, leaving no survivors.

These were the backbone of the Hidden Sword Palace.

Because of Yan Chu's single strike, nearly half of them had died.

This made the One Heart Sword Venerable beyond furious, wishing he could tear Yan Chu into ten thousand pieces.

However, he did not let anger cloud his judgment.

From that single strike just now, he could see that the strength of this young man before him was even above his own.

While fighting him, the opponent still had the spare energy to kill others and simultaneously protect the three people behind him.

In contrast, he himself had been knocked back by a single blow.

After Yan Chu and Leng Hetong exchanged a blow, "Nine Heavens Mad Thunder" Lei Wanshan and Liu Sheng finally reacted, appearing in front of and behind Yan Chu to cut off his retreat.

"What a Blade Demon Yan Chu!"

Lei Wanshan exclaimed in amazement:

"I didn't think you'd actually dare to charge into the Hidden Sword Palace alone! Truly arrogant to the extreme; we cannot let you live today!"

Liu Sheng also spoke with Killing Intent:

"Who could have expected this?"

"Yan Chu, I suppose you've been lurking nearby for a long time? Realizing you weren't sure you could handle us, you wanted to take this chance tonight to heavily injure one of us first?"

A flash of light passed over Yan Chu's body as he returned to his original appearance.

This was the Thousand Illusions Disguise Technique he had learned from Shen Zuirong, which, combined with his powerful Primordial Spirit, was enough to bypass a Supreme Grandmaster's detection.

He ignored Liu Sheng and the other, instead looking at Leng Hetong with a half-smile:

"When did you realize something was wrong?"

"Hmph!"

One Heart Sword Venerable Leng Hetong snorted coldly and said with disdain:

"This old man Cultivates my Sword Palace's supreme Kou Xin Sword Art and has forged a Clear Sword Heart. You think a little trick like yours can fool me?"

"Pure wishful thinking!"

"I just didn't expect that even Xiao Qing would help you. If I'm not mistaken, Junior Brother Luo and the others have already died at your hands, haven't they?"

Leng Hetong's cold eyes swept over Xiao Qing behind Yan Chu, causing her pretty face to turn pale with fright, her slender shoulders trembling uncontrollably with fear.

The One Heart Sword Venerable's authority was deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in the Hidden Sword Palace.

Perhaps Yan Chu's disguise was good, but Xiao Qing and the other two could never escape his gaze.

"Indeed!"

Yan Chu clapped his hands and laughed, then pointed at Leng Hetong:

"Although I couldn't kill you with one saber strike, it will only take a few more moves!"

"Soon, you will follow in the footsteps of Luo Wei and the others!"

"Arrogance!"

Leng Hetong roared ferociously:

"After killing you today, I will personally take my sword to the World Society in Cangzhou Prefecture and slaughter everyone there, making them burial companions for my Hidden Sword Palace members!"

"Good!"

Yan Chu's smile grew a bit colder.

"Then let's see who's truly superior!"

Boom!

As his voice fell, terrifying True Essence erupted, and the already riddled Palace Master's Great Hall instantly turned to ruins.

Behind him, Liu Sheng consecutively pointed three fingers.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Fearsome finger glows descended, and the air vibrated violently, echoing like a great bell atop Heavenly Sword Peak.

The faces of Xiao Qing, Yu Kai, and the other person instantly turned pale.

These three finger strikes sealed off all of Yan Chu's retreats, including the three of them; he had no intention of sparing their lives.

But that was normal.

Faced with three traitors, what use was there in keeping them?

"Playing with finger techniques in front of me? You're not qualified!"

Yan Chu sneered and pointed his fingers; the 'Three Parts of the World' move from the Three-Point Divine Finger transformed into three finger glows, meeting Liu Sheng's three finger strikes head-on.

Now that his Three Points Returning to Origin Qi had reached Great Perfection, every strike of the Three-Point Divine Finger could mobilize his entire True Essence and Divine Sense to the maximum; the finger glows were like a volcanic eruption, crushing everything in their path and destroying Liu Sheng's three finger strikes.

And without losing momentum, they blasted toward his upper, middle, and lower paths.

Crackle!

Without waiting to see the result of that strike, Lei Wanshan, high above in the Nine Heavens, was covered in blue electric sparks as a massive bolt of lightning hundreds of meters long crashed down.

Yan Chu narrowed his eyes and swept his sleeve, sweeping up Xiao Qing and the others as he transformed into an afterimage and vanished from the spot.

Under the Unrestrained Ascension Step, even lightning could not catch up to his speed in the short term.

Boom crackle!

The bolt of lightning missed and struck the summit of Heavenly Sword Peak, instantly causing countless hundred-meter-long cracks to extend down the mountain as dust and smoke filled the air.

"Die!"

Just as Yan Chu stood firm, One Heart Sword Venerable Leng Hetong, his white hair flying wildly, stabbed forward with a sword.

It seemed like a single strike, but it contained a thousand variations.

One sword became a hundred, a hundred became a thousand, a thousand became ten thousand; countless sword lights shot toward Yan Chu, each pointing directly at his heart, seeking to shake his will.

This was precisely 'Directly Pointing to the Heart' from the Kou Xin Sword Art!

"Go!"

Yan Chu flicked his hand, first tossing Xiao Qing and the others far into the distance to free his hands.

Buzz!

A saber glow brewed in his palm; using stillness to counter motion, his state of mind remained unshaken as it transformed into a heaven-shaking saber strike that swept away the countless sword lights.

Boom!

The Saber Qi and Sword Qi clashed, creating a shocking scene atop Heavenly Sword Peak that could be clearly seen even from dozens of miles away, as if the horizon were being torn apart by the dazzling sword lights and saber glows.

"Yan Chu! Fighting to the death against the three of us, you still have the mind to worry about the lives of three traitors. Let's see how you die today!"

"Hahaha!"

"They turned to me, so I can protect their lives!"

"As for your own trusted subordinates, you can only watch helplessly as they die miserable deaths, and then vent your impotent rage here. Don't you think you've lived all these years in vain?"

"You're looking for death!!!"

On the central peak of the Hidden Sword Palace, accompanied by the grand sounds of battle, there was also a verbal confrontation.

This was also a form of combat technique.

Yan Chu's words poked right at Leng Hetong's sore spot, making him even more furious.

The Hidden Sword Palace was his life's work; how could he not be angry after seeing several of his trusted Great Grandmasters die before his eyes?

"Enough talk! Yan Chu, do you dare to take a palm strike from me?!"

Crackle!

Thunder crashed down; although it was manually drawn, it still possessed the terrifying power to annihilate mountains.

Lei Wanshan's palms seemed to be gripping infinite lightning as he struck a palm hundreds of meters wide toward Yan Chu from a distance.