132: One sword strikes, ten thousand swords surrender

Seeing Xie Xuan block his path, Sect Master Sect Leader Liang’s expression changed, and he angrily rebuked, “Xuan’er, this is not the time for you to act recklessly! Fellow Daoist Shen letting these three Junior Brothers deliver a message must be very important. If we delay, the consequences will be severe!”

The last phrase, ‘the consequences will be severe,’ was emphasized.

He clearly wanted Xie Xuan to retreat and not provoke Shen Qingqiu into coming to Shen Jian Sect.

“Revered Master, this era belongs to us! Even if Shen Qingqiu is the number one person of this era, I will not fear him!”

Xie Xuan drew his sword, pointing it directly at Chu Mo.

“In the past, your Senior Brother fought my Revered Master, causing my Revered Master’s Sword Heart to be damaged and him to lose the possibility of further advancement. Now, as his Disciple, I will challenge you!”

Previously, Sect Leader Liang was not such an easygoing person. He had only one word for anyone he met.

Fight!

If you don’t agree, fight!

That was until he fought Shen Qingqiu, who had just debuted, at Ghost Wind Mountain.

No one saw that battle.

And no one knew the result.

However, Xie Xuan knew that his Revered Master had lost!

Not only had he lost, but his Sword Heart was also damaged!

As a result, the Sect Master of Shen Jian Sect, who had once feared neither heaven nor earth, began to weigh gains and losses and calculate the Sect’s interests.

He also strictly instructed his Disciples not to conflict with Shen Qingqiu and not to enter the Immortal Ascension Path in this era.

As the most outstanding Disciple of Shen Jian Sect in ten thousand years, how could Xie Xuan tolerate not entering the Immortal Ascension Path and fighting for the chance of Immortal Ascension?

Thinking of this, Xie Xuan tightened his grip on his sword.

“I know why you came to Shen Jian Sect. Is it for Bai Zhiqi? Fine, as long as you can defeat me, then Bai Zhiqi will be yours!”

Xie Xuan actually had no feelings for Bai Zhiqi, the Disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Defeating the number one Genius of Xuanxiao Sect’s Lingjian Peak was merely to vent his Revered Master’s anger and not to steal someone’s beloved.

It’s just that things developed beyond his imagination.

After he defeated Huo Tianyi, Bai Zhiqi decisively dumped Huo Tianyi and relentlessly pestered him.

Therefore, he chose to go into seclusion, out of sight, out of mind.

But rumors spread outside that Shen Jian Sect’s Senior Brother Xie Xuan was preparing to go into seclusion to break through to Soul Transformation, and after coming out, he would marry Bai Zhiqi of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Xie Xuan didn’t care about these rumors. All he cared about was defeating Shen Qingqiu.

To avenge his Revered Master and wipe away the past shame.

To prove to his Revered Master that he could surmount the towering mountain that was Shen Qingqiu, and that his Revered Master should also be spurred on by shame, regain his Sword Heart, and surmount the high mountain.

However, the gap in strength between him and Shen Qingqiu was too great now, requiring diligent cultivation over time.

And today, he would use the sword in his hand to defeat Shen Qingqiu’s Junior Brother, telling him that there were still people in Shen Jian Sect.

There were still people who wanted to challenge him, this great mountain.

But, not now.

But in the future!

“You, are you trying to infuriate me to death?!”

Sect Leader Liang trembled with rage.

He even raised his right hand, intending to slap Xie Xuan, but in the end, he didn’t strike.

This was his most beloved Senior Disciple.

He had never blamed him from childhood to adulthood!

“Revered Master, there’s no need to worry, because… your Disciple will take back everything you’ve lost!”

Xie Xuan’s eyes were like torches, his sword pointed at the sky, and an incredibly powerful Sword Intent erupted from his entire being.

“Sword, come!”

A resonant voice exploded like thunder.

In an instant, the world lost its color.

Within the entire Shen Jian Sect, everyone’s sheathed swords began to resonate with the sword in Xie Xuan’s hand.

“This is…”

The Elders of Shen Jian Sect collectively lost their voices.

Sect Leader Liang’s eyes flickered, his emotions stirred.

“The highest Realm of the Divine Sword Art!”

“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!”

As this sentence fell.

All the Disciples of Shen Jian Sect were unable to suppress their sheathed swords, and one by one, they shot uncontrollably towards the clouds.

Even the Magic Swords on the Elders’ bodies shot uncontrollably towards the sky.

All the Magic Swords seemed to feel a summons, transforming into countless streams of light converging above Xie Xuan.

Every sword was vibrating, and the crisp sound of swords clashing echoed endlessly!

“Clang, clang, clang!”

In the sky, these converging Magic Swords, each seeming to have a life of its own, arranged and combined under the guidance of Xie Xuan’s Magic Sword, forming a profound Formation.

“Limitless Heavenly Constant Sword Formation!”

Huo Tianyi recognized the origin of this sword Formation, and after calling out its name, his right hand trembled slightly.

The Limitless Heavenly Constant Sword Formation was a secret of Shen Jian Sect that was not passed down, and throughout history, only the Sect Master of Shen Jian Sect knew it.

But whether one could cultivate it was another matter entirely.

Except for the Founding Ancestral Master of Shen Jian Sect, none of the successive Sect Masters of Shen Jian Sect had ever cultivated it.

Yet now, Xie Xuan had cultivated it.

Moreover, he didn’t need to arrange it in advance; he merely used the highest Realm of the Divine Sword Art, Myriad Swords Return to the Origin, to command the multitude of swords and use them as a foundation to set up the sword Formation.

This alone was enough to prove his talent, which was comparable to the Founding Ancestral Master of Shen Jian Sect.

“Chu Ge, what do you think?” Li Tian Ce secretly transmitted his voice, looking at the sword Formation condensing in the sky.

“……” Chu Mo was silent for a moment, then pushed Huo Tianyi forward with his right hand.

“Tianyi! One takes responsibility for one’s actions! Today, you were the one who wanted to cause trouble for Xie Xuan. You wouldn’t expect us to help you block this tribulation, would you?”

Huo Tianyi: “……”

At this moment, he just wanted to ask, where’s your shame? Where’s your shame?

Originally, he wanted to defeat the Disciples of Shen Jian Sect in Xuanxiao Sect, and then apply to his father to come to Shen Jian Sect for exchange.

But these two instigated him, saying something about playing big, going straight for the Dragon’s Den, and crushing Shen Jian Sect’s Senior Disciple Xie Xuan.

Now how did it become “one takes responsibility for one’s actions”? It should clearly be “three take responsibility for three’s actions,” shouldn’t it?

However.

Huo Tianyi closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, clenched his trembling right hand into a fist, and when he opened his eyes again, he looked at the sword Formation condensing in the sky, filled with Battle Intent.

He exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi and roared.

“Sword, descend!”

Streams of light emerged from the storage rings on Huo Tianyi’s ten fingers, and in an instant, all of them converged in the sky.

These overflowing Magic Treasures were, without exception, all Magic Swords, and furthermore, they were all crafted by Huo Tianyi and had been kept by Chu Mo.

Upon seeing this, Xie Xuan laughed loudly.

“Huo Tianyi, wasn’t the last lesson you learned enough? Do you want to taste again the feeling of being injured by your own Magic Swords and ultimately destroying them with your own hands?”

“Furthermore.”

He paused, his gaze fixed on Chu Mo behind Huo Tianyi, “I am going to duel him, not you! If you don’t want your Sword Heart to shatter again, then get out of my way!”

Chu Mo also didn’t understand why Xie Xuan was so fixated on him. It was his Senior Brother Shen who formed an enmity with him, so why didn’t he go find him? Why come find him?

What? Did he think he was easy to bully?

However.

Chu Mo pointed forward at Huo Tianyi, whom he had pushed out, and said to Xie Xuan, “If you want to duel me, defeat this kid first. He was personally guided by me. If you can’t even defeat him, then don’t even think about fighting me.”

Beside him, Li Tian Ce’s mouth twitched.

Seriously, just keep passing the buck?

Of course, what Chu Mo said was also true.

If he couldn’t even defeat Huo Tianyi, this guy who couldn’t think straight, then he certainly couldn’t compete with him, a ‘Great Grandmaster of Dao of Wisdom.’

“Alright! Then I’ll defeat him first, and then you!”

Xie Xuan completely disregarded Huo Tianyi. A defeated opponent was just a defeated opponent.

“An enemy defeated by my hand will never be considered an opponent by me. I will give you time to catch up, until you can no longer even see me in the distance!”

The Disciples of Shen Jian Sect looked on with fanaticism.

Was Senior Brother Xie Xuan arrogant? No, no, this was the attitude their Senior Brother should have!

Sword Cultivator! Sword Cultivator!

We, Sword Cultivators, must advance fearlessly!

We must stand at the peak, looking down on all other mountains!

We must be invincible!

“Slay, slay, slay! Slay out a vast heaven!”

“Fight, fight, fight! Fight out a chaotic ancient era!”

Xie Xuan’s heart swelled with heroic spirit, and the sword Formation carried an irresistible aura, pressing down on the entire Shen Jian Sect.

His blood was boiling, his sword was singing!

They all craved this victory!

They wanted to carve out a world of their own in this golden great era.

“Your sword is my sword!”

“One sword emerges, ten thousand swords submit!”

The powerful and domineering Sword Intent continuously impacted the Sword Intent that Huo Tianyi had attached to his swords. In an instant, his Sword Intent was scattered.

The Magic Swords he had just released became a part of Xie Xuan’s sword Formation.

However, Chu Mo and Li Tian Ce showed no signs of panic; instead, they revealed expressions of schadenfreude.

The fish had taken the bait!