Clang!
The sword Yuanhong left its sheath, emitting a resounding dragon's cry.
In the next moment, heaven and earth lost their color.
Everything around seemed to transform into a misty, abstract ink painting, with swirling winds and roaring thunder from the nine heavens.
The momentum of heaven and earth gathered into the blade, its pressure weighing down the entire battlefield.
This sudden transformation left everyone present utterly stunned.
Duyuan, the Buddhist monk, was visibly shaken.
"What kind of technique is this? To darken heaven and earth itself?"
He tried to circulate his energy, but to his horror, he found himself entirely locked down by the momentum.
He couldn't move, speak, or even muster the strength to channel his energy from his dantian.
Only Zhang Xiaoyu, familiar with the display of power, smiled faintly.
"There's hope now," she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, the Netherworld Ghost King was equally astonished.
"Who is this expert?" he wondered.
"To command the momentum of heaven and earth like this?"
In the distance, a flash of cold light streaked through the air—a sword soaring like a comet.
With a single stroke, the blade pierced through Duyuan's throat.
The monk didn't even have time to react.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he fell lifeless to the ground, unable to comprehend how his opponent had killed him with just one move.
Ye Xuzhang had acted with calculated confidence.
He knew Duyuan was the strongest among the monks present, likely at Fifth or Sixth Rank Star River Realm.
But with the strength of the Guigu Sword Technique, Ye Xuzhang was certain he could eliminate him in an instant.
As for the others—Duxin was heavily injured, and the rest were all below Ninth Rank Sun-Moon Realm. None would escape.
Normally, Ye Xuzhang refrained from revealing his strength to avoid drawing attention.
But here, with no witnesses left alive, he had no qualms about erasing all threats.
With Duyuan defeated, the rest would fall easily.
Ye Xuzhang moved swiftly, his sword tracing an arc in the air.
The technique, Sweeping Sword Style, unleashed a storm of sword energy that rained down like starlight.
The remaining monks, still under the crushing pressure of his momentum, could not even react.
Splat, splat, splat…
Blood sprayed as their bodies fell one after another.
In mere moments, every enemy lay slain.
The world returned to its natural state, the oppressive momentum fading into nothingness.
Zhang Xiaoyu opened her mouth to call out to Ye Xuzhang, but a single glare from him stopped her in her tracks.
The Netherworld Ghost King, though blind, could sense the energy dissipating around him.
"In just moments, you killed Duyuan and dozens of Sun-Moon Realm experts?"
"Your swordsmanship, my friend, truly shakes the heavens and stirs the spirits!"
He paused, his voice laced with curiosity and awe.
"Are you the mysterious swordsman who appeared in Zhongzhou before?"
Ye Xuzhang's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You've heard of me?"
The Ghost King nodded.
"I once visited Zhongzhou and felt the lingering presence of your sword momentum there."
"May I ask your name? You have saved my life today. The Demon Cult owes you a great debt and will repay it in full in the future."
Ye Xuzhang chuckled.
"My name is already on the Mythic List of Qilin Pavilion. Isn't it better to maintain a bit of mystery?"
With that, he sheathed his sword and disappeared into the wind.
After Ye Xuzhang left, the Netherworld Ghost King struggled to stand, turning toward Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Did you catch a glimpse of that swordsman's face?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook her head.
"He was wearing a mask. I couldn't see him clearly."
"Let's leave quickly, Elder. If more monks arrive, we'll be in big trouble."
The Ghost King nodded.
"Alright, let's go. By the way, girl, what's your name?"
Zhang Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment before replying, "Ye Xiaoling. Elder, don't forget—earlier, you promised to take me as your disciple if we made it out alive!"
"Haha! Rest assured, I never go back on my word!"
Supporting each other, the two disappeared into the distance.
The next day, several monks arrived at the scene.
Staring at the carnage and the lingering traces of sword energy, they were struck speechless.
"Even though the Ghost King is formidable, there's no way he could have defeated two Protectors on his own!"
"He must have had help."
One monk declared solemnly, "Amitabha. If I'm not mistaken, the Ghost King's ally was none other than the mysterious swordsman who appeared in Zhongzhou."
"The sword momentum here matches his exactly—though it seems even sharper than before."
The group fell silent for a moment.
After a while, one of them spoke gravely, "It's as the True Wisdom Master said. That swordsman must have grown even stronger since Zhongzhou."
"Hmmph. This so-called mysterious swordsman must be allied with the Demon Cult!"
A sigh broke the tense atmosphere.
"The Demon Cult already boasts a once-in-a-generation leader, unparalleled in talent and strength. And now they have a swordsman of such caliber as well. This is ill news for the Buddhist Order."
"But fortunately, the Reincarnated Living Buddha has been found. Once they fully absorb the power of the Seven-Treasure Relics, they will surely suppress these demonic heretics!"
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