197: Sword Master

"Senior Sword Saint, do you want me to introduce myself first?"

Stopping the carriage, the young man in the sedan chair moved lightly and slowly stepped out.

Taking a close look, the young man wore a gold crown, a goose-yellow robe, and a jade belt around his waist.

He held a Sword, and the hilt of that Sword was inlaid with seven gemstones, displaying luxury.

The famous Seven Flowers Sword.

This Sword was a famous Sword that Third Young Master had requested the Sword Tomb Sect Master three times to forge using Nine Nether Profound Iron.

Ranked seventh in the Weapon Manual.

"Third Young Master?" The Sword Saint felt puzzled.

Possessing such a noble status, yet Third Young Master still had to come to this remote place in the Northern Territory, which surprised him a little.

At the very least, the fact that this Third Young Master of Mulan Manor could come to the Northern Territory was also puzzling.

After all, the Young Masters of Mulan Manor were all very delicate.

"Have you found the Gao Family box?" Third Young Master asked coldly.

The Sword Saint did not say much and gently shook his head.

It seemed that the Sword Saint was also a cold and aloof person.

Even if the other party was a Young Master of Mulan Manor, the Sword Saint still looked at him coldly, without the slightest tone of flattery.

"Can the Sword Saint also fail?" Seeing this, Third Young Master's lips curled into a cold sneer, his face showing a ferocious expression as he slowly turned around and slightly closed his eyes.

"You know that the box is very important to this Prince, yet you did not find it." Third Young Master pondered aloud.

"How do you think I will deal with you?"

Third Young Master's face was gloomy. He slowly raised his head, and a cold glint burst from his eyes.

And just at this moment.

Third Young Master gasped; he was quite helpless.

Originally, Third Young Master's goal was that box, but the Sword Saint had not brought it back, which made him a bit disappointed.

"Third Young Master, you asked me to find a box, not to bring it back. I have already found it; that box is in the Gao Family. As for where exactly? You will need to find that out yourself, Third Young Master." The Sword Saint did not show weakness.

The Sword Saint was disdainful. He was a man of the Jianghu and was certainly not afraid of a Young Master from Mulan Manor.

The Sword Saint had long been accustomed to life and death; he feared nothing.

Death was already a common occurrence for him; after all, he had already died many times.

"Heh! You really have a sharp tongue." Third Young Master waved his large sleeves, his face full of arrogance.

"I told you to find the box and then bring it back. Can you not understand that?"

"Sword Saint, the number one Sword Saint in the world, you are truly disappointing."

Third Young Master sighed; he was quite helpless.

In fact, Third Young Master knew clearly in his heart that this Sword Saint was just playing dumb.

However, Third Young Master had no choice; who let him be the Sword Saint?

If it were someone else, this certainly wouldn't happen, but right now, there was no other way. After all, he was a Jianghu Sword Saint who had experienced many life-and-death situations and would not be threatened by anyone.

At the same time, the Sword Saint hated being threatened the most, and some conventional methods simply did not work on him.

"I have already found it. The thing you want is in the Gao Family, but whether you can find it depends on you." The Sword Saint shouted coldly.

"How are you speaking? Do you not know that this is a Young Master of Mulan Manor?" A Mulan Manor disciple shouted, his face gloomy.

But after saying this.

That Mulan Manor disciple immediately regretted it and slowly turned his head back.

"Young Master." The Mulan Manor disciple called out tentatively.

However, Third Young Master had a cold sneer on his face; his gaze narrowed as he stared fixedly at this Mulan Manor disciple.

Third Young Master's expression was somewhat stiff as he casually drew the famous Seven Flowers Sword.

As a cold light flashed before their eyes.

The entire blade of the Seven Flowers Sword was trembling violently, with bright red blood stained on it.

"Who taught you to speak like that?" Third Young Master said eerily, "Sword Saint, please do not mind; it is my lack of proper discipline."

"I apologize to you." Third Young Master sneered.

Immediately, a heart-wrenching scream came from the alley.

One of the Mulan Manor disciple's arms had actually been severed by Third Young Master's Sword.

"Young Master! I was wrong, spare me, spare me!" The Mulan Manor disciple screamed in pain, rolling on the ground continuously.

The Mulan Manor disciple was terrified; he gasped and tried his best to calm himself down.

He had to find a way to stop the bleeding first, otherwise he would die here!

He didn't want to die, and he definitely couldn't die.

"Trash, and you dare to speak nonsense with just this!" Third Young Master was very sinister; he cursed and kicked the Mulan Manor disciple again.

The Mulan Manor disciple could not help but beg for mercy due to the severe pain, "Young Master, spare my life! Spare my life!"

"Spare your life, let you go? That depends on whether the Sword Saint agrees." Third Young Master sneered, throwing this question to the Sword Saint.

After hearing this.

The Mulan Manor disciple's reaction was not slow; he crawled on the ground and immediately headed towards the Sword Saint.

Seeing this scene, the Sword Saint sneered; he did not put this person in his eyes at all.

"You were very arrogant just now." The Sword Saint said coldly. Over the years, he had killed dozens, if not a hundred, people; what would it matter if he killed one more?

In fact, to the Sword Saint, this was just a Mulan Manor disciple.

"Lord Sword Saint, spare me, spare my life!" The Mulan Manor disciple knelt on the ground, enduring the severe pain.

Now, even though his arm was gone, the Mulan Manor disciple could not care about it.

The Mulan Manor disciple wanted to live on properly; he did not want to die.

"I do not kill other people's dogs." The Sword Saint said coldly, slightly narrowing his eyes.

And just at this moment.

Third Young Master raised his Sword and brought it down, severing the Mulan Manor disciple's head, "Damn it!"

"Sword Saint, look, this dog of mine was disobedient, so I killed it."

"Regarding what just happened, Sword Saint, please do not mind it."

Seeing this scene before her, Nan Qingyue's pupils constricted. This Third Young Master's methods were truly too ruthless.

Who exactly were these people?

Why were they so ruthless?

Did this person not even spare his own people?

"Master, where exactly are you?" Nan Qingyue gasped, feeling very uneasy in her heart.

"Clean this up!" Third Young Master took a silk cloth from his bosom and gently wiped the Seven Flowers Sword.

"Yes, Young Master." His subordinates behind him stepped forward quickly.

"I have let the Sword Saint see a joke." Third Young Master casually threw the Seven Flowers Sword to his attendant and walked over with light steps. "Sword Saint, rest assured, I will definitely do what I promised you."

"However, I still hope that the Sword Saint can help me get that box."

Third Young Master strode forward and gently patted the Sword Saint's shoulder.

Suddenly, the Sword Saint's expression darkened. He grabbed Third Young Master, turned abruptly, and executed a grappling move.

In the blink of an eye, the Sword Saint subdued Third Young Master. "I hate being touched the most. Third Young Master, do not get too close to me."

"How bold!" Third Young Master roared!

"Release Third Young Master!" The attendants were not slow to react; holding their Sharp Weapons, they immediately surrounded him.