My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 190: 190

An Jing’s eyebrows raised slightly; he had been waiting for someone from the Lv Sect to make a move. Unexpectedly, Jing Chun now seemed to want An Jing himself to take action.

Even though he had many doubts in his mind, at this critical moment, he could no longer care for much.

An Jing’s wrist twisted, lightly tapping on the sword scabbard.

“Shi!”

Three cold beams of sword light suddenly shot out from the scabbard, flying swiftly toward the front.

Zhong Binru strode forward, reaching Tan Yun in the blink of an eye.

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“Not good!”

Tan Yun also sensed something was wrong and drew the Futu Sword in a sweeping motion.

“Child’s play, daring to show off in front of an expert.” @@novelbin@@

Zhong Binru’s expression remained indifferent as he flicked his finger.

“Ding!”

Tan Yun felt a tremendous force traveling through the Futu Sword, causing her arms to go numb and forced her to step back repeatedly, blood flowing from the tiger’s mouth of her sword-holding hand.

“Hmm!?”

Just as Zhong Binru was about to continue moving forward, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill from behind him. Immediately, he moved the Emperor’s Sword behind him.

“Clang clang clang clang clang!”

The sounds of metal clashing echoed, forming a storm of sword qi as the lights interweaved.

Many masters were shocked by this scene; who could be powerful enough to fight equally with Chamberlain Zhong Binru?

The three beams of sword light gradually merged into one, then flew back to their master’s hand.

Zhong Binru looked at the man in the black robe in front of him, his brow slightly furrowed, “Ghost Swordsman, do you intend to oppose the Court and the Human Emperor?”

An Jing’s move instantly drew the attention of many people present.

It was known that the Ghost Swordsman pursued and killed Qi Shu, slaying Yan Gang, and had already established a formidable reputation in the Great Yan Martial World. No one expected that he would intervene today on behalf of the remnants of the Demon Sect.

Zongzheng Yuan looked at the distant figure in the black robe, “Is he the Ghost Swordsman?”

In the Great Yan Martial World, names like Zhong Binru, Lin Yiyang, and Lou Xiangzhen might resonate more with the people, given their decades of fame as sword immortals.

But in Zongzheng Yuan’s heart, among the six great sword immortals, the Ghost Swordsman was one of the most memorable.

Zhao Chongyin frowned tightly, transmitting his voice to the elder behind him, “Elder Su, are you confident you can handle the formidable person beside the Ghost Swordsman?”

Elder Su responded indifferently, “As long as they are not of the Great Grandmaster level, I can handle them.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chongyin said no more.

On the Eight Feet Platform, enveloped by the Pagoda, Li Fuzhou, whose strength was greatly diminished, plus the true qi he had expended after a battle, was now unable to break the deadlock against many masters.

“It seems very difficult for Li Fuzhou to leave today.”

“This Eight Treasures Exquisite Tower of Lord Ming is truly remarkable.”

“I wonder if the Ghost Swordsman can turn the tide.”

“It seems unlikely. Grandfather Guang De is of the One Qi Grandmaster level, and the Ghost Swordsman might not be able to defeat him. Moreover, even if there is that mysterious master behind the Ghost Swordsman, this is still Yujing City.”

……

The discussions rose like a tide, everyone believing it was unlikely for Li Fuzhou to leave Yujing City today.

After all, killing the Great Commander of the Xuanyi Guard and still managing to leave Yujing City safely, would be a tremendous blow to the prestige of the Great Yan Court!

An Jing, holding the Evil Suppressing Sword, said with a light smile, “I have always wanted to experience the chill of the Emperor’s Sword; it seems today I finally have that opportunity.”

Zhong Binru gaze was icy cold, he concisely replied, “As you wish.”

The moment after he spoke, he raised his arm, and a lustrous sword brilliance surged out from the body of the Emperor’s Sword.

“You’re using the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords right away?”

From a distance, Lin Yiyang didn’t focus on Li Fuzhou but instead watched the fierce battle between Zhong Binru and the Ghost Swordsman, two top-tier swordsmen.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords!

This Heavenly Martial-level sword technique was widely known, a legacy of an unparalleled swordsman from the Great Qin Dynasty thousands of years ago. Since then, it has never been lost, and top-tier swordsmen have always sought to learn it, making their name worldwide by wielding this technique.

Later, during the conquest of the world by the Great Yan Dynasty, they annihilated countless sects, obtaining numerous martial arts manuscripts, including the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords.

The Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords consisted of seven sword strikes, each strike doubling the power of the previous one, similar to Qi Shu’s fist skill but also quite different.

This sequence of Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords was a sword path of slaughter; by the fifth strike, the power was already astonishing, the sixth strike alone could directly slay a peer in the same realm, and wielding the seventh strike could even kill a master of a higher realm.

Throughout history, many top-tier swordsmen practiced the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords, yet very few reached the seventh strike; most struggled to progress beyond the sixth.

Qiu Wanxia smiled, “It seems Zhong Binru takes the Ghost Swordsman very seriously.”

Lin Yiyang crossed his arms and watched indifferently as the two top swordsmen dueled before him.

Zhong Binru’s figure soared, and the sword light surged toward him.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! White Cloud Sword!

A flash of cold light appeared before him, and An Jing felt a cold, ruthless sword qi attacking his face, coming so suddenly and strangely.

Clang!

An Jing, without shifting his gaze, swung the Evil Suppressing Sword, easily breaking through the sword qi.

Zhong Binru’s eyes still cold as ice, the Emperor’s Sword in his hand burst into dazzling brilliance, like a volley of thousands of arrows.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! Xia Dang Sword!

Whoosh!

Zhong Binru’s figure, like a sudden dimming of the evening glow, instantly appeared right in front of An Jing, the Emperor’s Sword carrying pure killing intent as it thrust forward.

This second sword, blending swordsmanship with footwork, complemented each other.

This sword was unbelievably fast. The footwork and sword moves almost merged into one, using the momentum of the charge to elevate the power of the sword to a new realm.

A top swordsman, his steps seamlessly integrated with his sword moves, also carried a commanding killing intent.

Clang!

As the two swords collided, sparks flew everywhere!

An Jing raised his Evil Suppressing Sword horizontally, directly blocking Zhong Binru’s second strike.

However, the sword momentum on the Emperor’s Sword was not so easily dissipated; An Jing’s feet rubbed against the ground, sliding backward, leaving a trail of brilliant sparks.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! Stabbing Star!

Zhong Binru, seizing the momentum, quickly withdrew the Emperor’s Sword, then thrust it forward again.

This thrust, the sword light shot out explosively, its power several times stronger than before.

“So this is the Sword Immortal who wields the sword for the Human Emperor? He’s really ruthless! One sword following the other, the Ghost Swordsman hardly has a chance to counterattack.”

“When he strikes, it’s a killing move!”

In such a short time, many experts present had the same thought flash through their minds.

Zing zing zing…

Zhong Binru’s thrust was off, not because of his lack of precision, but because An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword and his Emperor’s Sword were locked together.

Then the entire sword spun, creating a surge as powerful as thunder.

Four Symbols Sword Technique! Moves like Thunder!

The sword light floated out, a thunderbolt resounding through the heavens and the earth.

“Four Symbols Sword Technique!?”

Zhao Chongyin saw the sword light and immediately frowned.

The signature martial art of the Four Symbols Sect, well known in the Great Yan Martial World, but it was unexpected that the Ghost Swordsman could execute the Four Symbols Sword Technique so effortlessly and skillfully.

The battle between two great Sword Immortals was even more intense and eye-catching than Li Fuzhou’s fight with many experts.

Whoosh!

One sword strike achieving nothing, Zhong Binru swiftly retreated, his gaze intently on An Jing.

“Truly worthy of being the Ghost Swordsman.”

Zhong Binru took a deep breath, stepping forward, his body lunging, his hand wielding the Emperor’s Sword, suddenly stabbing out hundreds of strikes in a moment.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! Long River!

This sword light was majestically overwhelming, and then it all converged into a long river of sword qi, the coldness it emitted causing everyone present to shiver.

An Jing raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, his inner strength gathering in his sword like a surging river, the blade of his Evil Suppressing Sword also emitting streaks of cold light.

In an instant, the three blades merged into one.

Sword Control Technique!

Suddenly, the sword light unified and, with a slap from An Jing toward the front, it roared out, the air on both sides madly spilling around, abruptly turning into a wave of qi force.

“Boom!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword was unstoppable, its momentum grand and magnificent.

When the sword light collided with the river, the entire Eight Feet Platform area shook, and then from the center, a sword qi storm burst forth in all directions.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!”

The sword qi splintered on the ground, bursting into a series of sounds while also throwing up clouds of dust into the air.

And in the next moment, Zhong Binru was already close at hand again.

Zhong Binru flew towards An Jing, the Emperor’s Sword raised high, its elegance paired with a chilling killing intent.

An Jing’s swordsmanship was not as flashy as Zhong Binru’s, but the craftiness of An Jing’s swordsmanship was even greater, and he executed it with utmost precision and speed.

Ding Ding Dang Dang!

The two fought from the ground to the air and then along the surrounding walls, their sword Qi colliding in the air, obscuring their figures from view.

Such a spectacular duel of swordsmen had many spectators wide-eyed, afraid to miss any brilliant detail and live with regret for life.

Zhong Binru’s body suddenly spun, the Emperor’s Sword circling around him.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! Snow Dance!

Zhong Binru’s sword light greatly intensified, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, soon followed by the emergence of bitterly cold snowflakes.

At this moment, he had pushed his master cultivation to its limit.

Each snowflake contained chilling sword light; this was already the fifth slash of the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords, and with Zhong Binru’s sword momentum added, it was incredibly shocking.

An Jing’s inner strength circulated, and behind him surged a golden Buddha light.

A golden Buddha with a grand and exceptional aura appeared.

The golden Buddha pointed one hand to the sky and the other touched the earth, its form dignified, filled with limitless Zen spirit.

Under the oppression of the master realm, he could only cast the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.

An Jing’s inner strength flared like flames, leaving his mind somewhat ethereal and tranquil as he fiercely patted the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Hundred-step Flying Sword!

“Shoo!” “Shoo!” “Shoo!”

The body of the Evil Suppressing Sword split into three, each carrying a golden sword light as they rushed forward, then the gold sword lights multiplied, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows.

The Hundred-step Flying Sword could freely control the sword, and under An Jing’s exquisite Sword Control Technique, the three Evil Suppressing Swords seemed to turn into countless swords.

In the sky, under the watchful eyes of the audience, those myriad sword lights met the swiftly approaching snowflakes.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang…

The sword lights merged with the snowflakes, resulting in piercingly loud explosions.

Having cast the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, An Jing was three times more fearsome than before, and he even subtly suppressed Zhong Binru’s Sword Dao.

“Zoom!”

An Jing pushed his Hundred-step Flying Sword to the limit, and the Evil Suppressing Sword shot out from the sword light, slicing open a very fine cut towards Zhong Binru.

Zhong Binru had to admit he had been careless, having given An Jing an opportunity, now pressed down to this point, even unleashing the fifth sword was of no avail.

“So terrifying!”

Only then did the people realize the power of the Ghost Swordsman.

His strength was unassuming and low-key, noticeable only to those who clashed with him, allowing them to feel the startling peculiarity of his Sword Dao; even Zhong Binru, in the master realm, was still suppressed by it.

One could only imagine how fearful his Sword Dao was.

Clang Clang!

Sparks flew, melting a lot of the snowflakes.

Zhong Binru skidded across the icy ground, the frosty surface speeding up his motion, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

“Enough!”

“Shoo!”

Just then, a sharp shout rang out, and a figure appeared in the sky.

The figure leaped up and landed with one foot on top of the Qi Mechanism Pagoda.

“Boom!”

The Qi Mechanism Pagoda seemed to be crushed by a mountain, heavily falling to the ground, the ground around the center of the pagoda cracked open, and Li Fuzhou, at the center of it, looked as pale as a piece of paper.

“Master!?”

Tan Yun, who had been on the sidelines, felt his heart clench at the sight.

The man was dressed in a black python robe, his eyebrows white, his face rosy, and his eyes fierce and spirited.

“Greetings to the Honorable Lord!”

Gao Sheng, upon seeing the newcomer, quickly bowed down in greeting.

“Honorable Lord!”

Zhong Binru also cupped his fists towards the man.

Zhao Chongyin, upon seeing the newcomer, also slightly relaxed his frown.

“Hmm!?”

An Jing had also drawn his sword, watching the white-browed eunuch standing atop the pagoda, feeling a surge of anxiety. This white-browed eunuch was a real monster entrenched in the Imperial City, his strength probably no less than Xiao Qianqiu’s, perhaps even slightly stronger.

The situation today was indeed extremely difficult to resolve.

Ling Yuanjing, He Chen, and Dai Danshu all heaved a sigh of relief at the arrival of the white-browed eunuch.

Today, Li Fuzhou would find it difficult to escape even if he had wings.

“Scholar Li, how did it come to this?”

The white-browed eunuch landed on the ground, looking at Li Fuzhou’s somewhat pale face.

He didn’t understand why Li Fuzhou wouldn’t even leave himself a way out and insisted on killing the Great Commander of the Xuanyi Guard, Tang Taiyuan.

Facing this monstrous figure entrenched in the Royal Family, Li Fuzhou’s expression remained undisturbed, “A gentleman’s word is as good as his bond. I once said I would ask Commander Tang to face death; thus, there is no reason for me to go back on my word.”

The white-browed eunuch burst into laughter upon hearing this, “Good, very good.”

“Your Honor.”

Liu Huiyun stepped forward and spoke.

The white-browed eunuch glanced at Liu Huiyun and said, “The Liu Family is full of loyal martyrs. Do you want to use the grace left by your ancestors to save Li Fuzhou?”

Taking a deep breath, Liu Huiyun said, “Please, Your Honor, in consideration of my father and elder brother, perhaps you could spare Li Fuzhou’s life. After all, he also has deep ties with my Liu family…”

The white-browed eunuch’s expression turned rather indifferent, “If Li Fuzhou hadn’t killed Commander Tang, sparing his life wouldn’t be an issue, but…”

If they let Li Fuzhou walk away so easily after he had killed the Great Commander of the Xuanyi Guard, where would the face of the Xuanyi Guard and the Great Yan Court lie?

After all, Li Fuzhou was a thief from the Demon Sect.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huiyun took out a token from his bosom and presented it with both hands, “This is the Heavenly Grace Token bestowed by the Human Emperor, please, Your Honor, have a look.”

The Heavenly Grace Token was a token bestowed by the Great Yan Dynasty to those who had made significant contributions to the nation. In the hundreds of years since the founding of the Great Yan, only five Heavenly Grace Tokens had been issued. Those holding this token could net Heaven’s mercy and escape death once.

One of these tokens was awarded to the loyal Liu Family.

Zhao Chongyin’s brow furrowed immediately upon seeing the Heavenly Grace Token.

This was a Heavenly Grace Token issued by his father. If he killed Li Fuzhou today, wouldn’t that be like slapping himself in the face? The grace and majesty of the Great Yan Dynasty that had been built over hundreds of years would be utterly depleted, an event even worse than the killing of Tang Taiyuan.

The white-browed eunuch glanced at the token and said with a heavy voice, “Do you truly wish to save Li Fuzhou?”

“Yes.”

Liu Huiyun presented the token with both hands.

“Very well.”

The white-browed eunuch reached out his hand and swept up the Heavenly Grace Token, then glanced behind An Jing at Tan Yun, “Li Fuzhou might be spared from death, but his disciple cannot.”

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze turned towards Tan Yun.

“I…”

Tan Yun, unaccustomed to such attention, found everyone’s gaze converging on her and immediately panicked.

Seeing this, Liu Huiyun quickly said, “Your Honor…”

“A single Heavenly Grace Token can only save one life. Moreover, the Demon Sect is a taboo presence in our Great Yan,”

The white-browed eunuch interrupted Liu Huiyun, his voice growing colder, “The criminals of the Demon Sect who dare to intrude into Yujing City shall be killed without mercy!”

“Am I going to die today?”

At this moment, Tan Yun’s mind went blank, and she kept retreating backward, “Am I to join my master in death? But I am still young, I haven’t lived enough…”

She naturally knew who the old eunuch before her was— he was the Chamberlain entrenched in the Royal Family, and if he decided to kill her, there were few in the world who could stop him.

Just then, An Jing chuckled lightly, “Old eunuch, I saved Princess An Le’s life; can that act exchange for this one?”

Instantly, all eyes were once again on the cloaked man.

Everyone understood, implicitly. The Ghost Swordsman had saved Princess An Le from the hands of Qi Shu. For the Yan Royal Family, that was a favor of immense significance, and the royal house had to consider giving some face.

The white-browed eunuch looked at An Jing, “Only one of you can leave Yujing City alive, choose one.”

As the Ghost Swordsman had interfered with the Court’s arrest of Demon Sect criminals today, technically speaking, he could be considered an accomplice of the Demon Sect and sentenced to death; he himself was hardly safe, so how could he protect someone else?

The white-browed eunuch didn’t wait for An Jing to reply and continued, “Even if that mysterious Grandmaster arrives, unless he slaughters his way through Yujing City, none of you will escape.”

“Let it be known that I said this.”

Saying so, he took a step forward.

“Boom—!”

A powerful aura descended like mountains, pressing down on everyone around the Eight Feet Platform, with An Jing bearing the brunt of the pressure. His face changed color immediately, and he kept retreating.

“Such a terrifying white-browed eunuch.”

As An Jing observed the deep imprints of his retreating steps in the stone slabs, it was evident just how formidable the white-browed eunuch’s oppressive strength was.

“Truly a figure worthy of guarding the palace.”

Zongzheng Yuan was shocked when he saw this, “Such cultivation is at least that of a Four Qi Grandmaster, and perhaps even more. The Demon Sect is likely in trouble today.”

No one in the world could possibly slaughter their way through Yujing City.

Both in the open and in secret, who knows how many masters are hidden across the world.

Just as An Jing stepped back seven or eight steps, a delicate jade hand steadied him.

“There’s no need to say more, I already know your intentions.”

Tan Yun said in a low voice, her head bowed, “If someone really has to die, let it be me. My life, compared to yours, is ordinary. There’s no need for you to be in danger. I feel that my life has been worthy.”

In truth, she was innocent, not foolish; she knew many truths in her heart.

As the saying goes ‘Blue is made out of Indigo but is more vivid than it.’ She knew her own measure; she could never achieve the accomplishments of her master Li Fuzhou or Zhao Qingmei. Compared to such people with supreme mindsets and talents, she was inconspicuous.

Being a small person, with small desires and small satisfactions, is true happiness.

So her thoughts were simple: to see warm eyes every day, to eat her fill, to occasionally enjoy tasty pastries, and to see the person she wanted to see before closing her eyes at night—that was her happiness.

Life was already so tiring; why make it even harder for oneself?

Upon reflection, she felt that her short life had indeed been happy and fulfilling.

An Jing laughed and said, “Do you realize this means death?”

Tan Yun also chuckled lightly, “I know, and dying might not be bad. Maybe I’ll see your uncle there; I wonder if he has missed me.”

At the end, Tan Yun lowered her head.

An Jing instinctively touched the hairpin on Tan Yun’s head, “Once you’re dead, there will be no more pastries to eat.”

“I’m not a glutton.”

Tan Yun blushed, then said quietly, “After I die, remember me, but don’t seek revenge for me.”

An Jing pinched Tan Yun’s cheek, and then shouted toward another figure in the distance, “Hey, chubby, where are you hiding and watching the show?”

Hearing An Jing’s shout, Lv Jingchun scampered out from among the crowd.

Crown Prince Zhao Chongyin, seeing that person, showed a hint of surprise, “Lv Jingchun?”

The grandson of Lv Guoyong, he certainly recognized him, but didn’t have a strong impression.

The Lv Sect was a family of considerable standing, a clan of scholars and officials. Disciples from such a family usually stood out as young talents or were notorious for their extravagant ways, but Lv Jingchun was neither; the best description for him was ‘mediocre.’

“Lord… Lord,”

Lv Jingchun, trembling, approached the eunuch with white eyebrows.

The white-browed eunuch said indifferently, “Jingchun, stand over there for now, let Grandfather Fan finish killing, then we can talk.”

As he said this, the white-browed eunuch did not give Lv Jingchun a chance to speak. Just as the latter was about to step forward, he felt as if millions of pounds weighed on his shoulders.

It’s coming!

Feeling the pressure, the white-browed eunuch sighed to himself.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Suddenly, a light cough echoed.

Following the sound, an old man with a full head of silver hair, bent back, was seen standing in the distance.

All the masters present had not noticed the old man quietly approaching the area around the Eight Feet Platform.

“Lord Lv!”

Zhao Chongyin, Gao Sheng, Zhong Binru, and others all bowed in greeting.

The elderly man was none other than the Grand Secretary of three dynasties, and the foremost figure of the Scholar Sect, Lv Guoyong.

“Grandfather.”

Lv Jingchun’s face lit with joy, and he ran over like a wild boar breaking free, “You’ve finally arrived.”

When would the Lv Sect ever leave important matters to him, Lv Jingchun!?

Li Fuzhou, below the Qi Mechanism Tower, revealed a hint of a smile, as if everything was within his expectations.

Lv Guoyong moved very slowly, and everyone in the area remained silent, quietly watching the old figure advancing.

Lv Guoyong finally approached Tan Yun and spoke softly, “Fan Daoji, you want to kill my granddaughter. Did you ask me, Lv Guoyong, first?”

The voice of Lv Guoyong was neither loud nor soft, and even carried a hint of hoarseness.

Whoosh!

The moment his words fell, the entire area was abuzz.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the disciple brought by Li Fuzhou, their hearts stirring like tumultuous waves.

“What! That woman is Lv Guoyong’s granddaughter!?”

Dai Danshu exclaimed in shock.

No one would have thought that Li Fuzhou’s disciple was actually the granddaughter of Lv Guoyong.

After all, Lv Guoyong was the Grand Secretary throughout three reigns, a pillar of Great Yan. And his granddaughter was a master from the Demon Sect?

“Interesting.”

Zongzheng Yuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon witnessing the scene.

Zhao Chongyin blinked, his brows furrowed, as the woman before him was Lv Guoyong’s granddaughter—yet Meng Zhaodou had not informed him of such important news.

Since the Human Emperor had ceased to deal with the political affairs, the Heaven and Earth Net could be said to be temporarily under his control. By reason, such intelligence should not have escaped their investigation.

Could there be other secrets involved?

Even though Tan Yun had somewhat guessed at some of this, he couldn’t help but feel a tremor in his heart upon hearing Lv Guoyong himself announcing it.

The eunuch with white eyebrows revealed a bitter smile upon seeing this, “Brother Lv….”

Lv Guoyong said indifferently, “Do you still want to kill?”

The expression of the eunuch with white eyebrows changed, and after glancing around, he said, “Who dares to kill Brother Lv’s granddaughter is making an enemy of me, Fan Daoji!”

His expression changed rapidly, as if the person who had spoken of killing was not him at all.

A true master is not only quick to strike but also quick to change faces.

“That’s good.”

Upon hearing this, Lv Guoyong nodded, then looked up at the Crown Prince, “Your Highness, may I take my granddaughter home today without issue?”

Zhao Chongyin quickly stood up, saying, “Of course, Elder Lv, please.”

With the eunuch speaking like that, how could he dare to stop them?

Lv Guoyong nodded, then glanced at Mr. Su behind Zhao Chongyin.

Both men exchanged a look and then shifted their gaze away.

“Brother Lv, go ahead and take your granddaughter home.”

The eunuch spoke slowly, “However, this Li Fuzhou of the Demon Sect cannot go.”

Liu Huiyun hastily interjected, “I have the Heavenly Grace Token, why not?”

The eunuch replied indifferently, “Li Fuzhou can escape death, but he cannot escape punishment. I will not pursue his murder of Tang Taiyuan, but as a Sect Master of the Demon Sect, he killed many experts of Great Yan. There’s solid evidence.”

“Your Heavenly Grace Token only ensures he won’t die.”

Liu Huiyun’s mouth opened, and his heart immediately sank.

Li Fuzhou laughed aloud, saying, “Huiyun, no need for more words, I won’t die anyway.”

An Jing observed the scene, deep in thought.

Li Fuzhou certainly couldn’t leave Yujing City now. Firstly, the Great Yan Court would never allow the Demon Sect to gain such a powerful master. The principle of ‘preventing future troubles by not allowing a tiger back to the mountain’ was understood by all, and secondly, Li Fuzhou’s remarkable actions at Eight Feet Platform, where he killed the Xuanyi Guard’s Great Commander, had shocked the entire realm. If the Great Yan Court remained unresponsive, its authority would surely plummet.

In the current situation of encirclement, even if Great Yan was truly corrupt, Lv Guoyong still had to uphold this grand tree, under which countless commoners of Great Yan resided.

Lv Guoyong asked, “How do you plan to deal with him?”

The eunuch replied, “Send him to the ninth level of the Heavenly Prison, to await the personal judgment of the Human Emperor.”

Lv Guoyong fell silent, no longer speaking.

“Brother Lv, I will take my leave first.”

The eunuch took a deep breath, bowed to Lv Guoyong, and then leaped over to Li Fuzhou’s side.

“Let’s go.”

Li Fuzhou looked serene, casting a reassuring glance at Tan Yun.

The little girl who used to cry at the bedside had grown up indeed.

“Huiyun, remember to visit me.”

Li Fuzhou said to Liu Huiyun, then followed the eunuch towards the distance.

His figure faded calmly, as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

Just like back then, when he roamed out of Yujing City alone, carefree and unrestrained.

All eyes followed Li Fuzhou’s figure, filled with mixed emotions.

Some considered him a severe problem they wanted to eliminate, some viewed him as a legendary figure, some awaited his downfalls to ridicule, while others had already turned his stories into baffling legends.

This was Li Fuzhou.

“Master!”

Tan Yun couldn’t help but call out, looking at Li Fuzhou’s retreating figure.

Liu Huiyun sighed and patted Tan Yun’s shoulder.

An Jing shook his head, knowing in his heart that with Li Fuzhou unharmed, it was already the best outcome.

This game was an exchange, but the price Li Fuzhou paid was extremely small.

He spared Tang Taiyuan and outwitted his own teacher Lv Guoyong and even the Human Emperor.

“Let’s head back,”

said Lv Guoyong in a low voice.

“Wait a minute!”

Just then, a cold voice rang out.

The speaker was none other than the Sword Chamberlain, Zhong Binru.

Liu Huiyun coldly said, “What else do you want?”

Zhong Binru looked at An Jing and said, “Sir, our contest is not yet over; I have not unleashed my Sixth Sword.”

The crowd that was ready to disperse paused at these words.

Zhong Binru touched the Emperor’s Sword in his hand and said, “This sword can slay a Grandmaster of the same realm; even I cannot control it. Do you have the courage to try it?”

Upon hearing this, murmurs immediately filled the surroundings.

“Could it be that this Zhong Binru is talking about the Sixth Sword of the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords?”

“This Sword might even claim the life of a Four Qi Grandmaster.”

“The Ghost Swordsman is only a Half-step Master. Can he withstand this sword?”

“Only a fool would agree to this.”

…….

No one believed the Ghost Swordsman would agree, for as a Half-step Master, to battle a Four Qi Grandmaster for so long without defeat was already incredibly impressive.

If he really wanted to contest, he could simply wait until he breaks through his limitations and achieves the Grandmaster Realm.

Upon hearing Zhong Binru’s words, Tan Yun hastily said, “You, a Four Qi Grandmaster, challenge a Half-step Master. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Qiu Lun, pinching his nose amidst the crowd, reminded, “Big brother, that’s the Sixth Sword of the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords, capable of killing a Grandmaster.”

The Sixth Sword of the Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords was terrifying, especially since Zhong Binru’s cultivation was above that of An Jing.

Lin Yiyang looked at An Jing and whispered, “He has no way to retreat.”

Zhong Binru, challenging him in front of everyone, if refused, the crowd might not say much, but it would still be a blow to the Ghost Swordsman’s Sword Dao.

A sword neither bends nor breaks!

He didn’t understand the Ghost Swordsman, but he understood swordsmen.

An Jing glanced at the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand and said, “Very well, I shall experience this Sixth Sword.”

Tan Yun, standing by his side, was very anxious. She wanted to stop him but didn’t know how to say it, especially after Zhong Binru’s statement that the sword could kill a Grandmaster, which greatly alarmed her.

“Let him go,”

said Lv Guoyong indifferently.

“I’m putting my word here, Uncle Ghost won’t lose,”

boasted Lv Jingchun, looking up confidently.

He had full confidence in the Ghost Swordsman, just as much as he believed in himself.

Tan Yun fiercely glared at Lv Jingchun. This little fatty didn’t understand anything.

Zhong Binru’s lips curved slightly upwards, “Good, I shall not disappoint.”

The battle between An Jing and Zhong Binru was highly compelling, as after Lou Xiangzhen’s disappearance, the only swordsmen capable of competing for the title of the world’s best were the Ghost Swordsman, Zhong Binru, and Lin Yiyang.

Among them, Zhong Binru and Lin Yiyang were the most talked about since they were young and both at the Grandmaster Realm, with promising futures ahead.

The Ghost Swordsman had always been mysterious. Nobody knew his exact age, and his cultivation had yet to reach the Grandmaster Realm. He was only able to compete with these two because he had recently gained tremendous fame from pursuing Qi Shu.

Many experts present had also observed the earlier duel between the two. An Jing’s swordsmanship was not as flamboyant as Zhong Binru’s, nor as fiercely lethal, but his technique was peculiarly variable, making it difficult for others to predict.

One might say, the Ghost Swordsman’s swordsmanship had discarded the unnecessary and retained only the purest essence.

His Sword Dao was unlike any other.

“The Sixth Sword is indeed capable of slaying those at the Grandmaster Realm and to think it is paired with the Great Yan Emperor’s Sword,”

Zuo Biwen said, gazing at the Emperor’s Sword in Zhong Binru’s hand, his expression extremely grave.

“Could the Ghost Swordsman possibly die under this sword?”

suddenly asked Ling Yuanjing.

He Chen also looked slightly startled. If the Ghost Swordsman were to die, then the “Jade Emperor Scripture” would be thoroughly severed from its lineage.

While the two pondered, Zhong Binru’s figure swiftly shot forward, moving so fast that he was invisible to the naked eye, seemingly like an aurora piercing through the endless void, lunging toward An Jing.

The two were among the top swordsmen of their time, their sword skills having reached the realm where they could do whatever they wished, a realm that was considered the ultimate Heart Sword Realm in the eyes of ordinary people.

There was no sword in his hand, but there was one in his heart.

Zhong Binru’s eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, and with a swing of the Emperor’s Sword in his hand, the sky turned gloomy as if doomsday had arrived.

“What’s happening? This feeling is so oppressive.”

Everyone felt their hearts tremble and looked up in astonishment at the dark sky.

Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords! Starlight!

The sword light merged with the starlight, and his entire being exuded an extremely

“Dangerous!”

Jia Shiwu’s hair stood on end, his eyes unblinking.

“This sword is terrifying.”

As a fellow swordsman, Qiu Wanxia’s heart almost stopped, overwhelmed by the might of this sword. If she were under this sword, she would undoubtedly be defeated.

Lin Yiyang raised his head, his eyes fixed on the sky, but in his heart, he wished he could replace An Jing and battle Zhong Binru. He wanted to see if his Yu Heng Unrivaled Sword could contend with Zhong Binru’s Life-taking Seven Immortal Swords.

“It’s over!”

Zhong Binru thrust the Emperor’s Sword forward.

In that moment, the Emperor’s Sword burst forth with a light like exploding stars, dazzling to the extreme, blinding to the extreme.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth turned much darker.

Everyone looked up in shock to see the sky had turned pitch black, as if a great force was brewing within, making it hard for them to even breathe.

And the Ghost Swordsman stepped forward.

If behind Zhong Binru there was a sky full of starlight, then behind the Ghost Swordsman there was a vast galaxy.

Both were at the Heart Sword Realm, but there was a fundamental difference between the two.

An Jing silently chanted the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, burning all the inner strength within his body. His Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into a huge sword that surged forward, pierceing through the galaxy.

Unity Sword Technique! Sword Control Flying Immortal!

Boom!

The giant sword swept across the sky, cracking the heavens and earth.

This sword instantly made Zhong Binru’s expression change dramatically, even the esteemed Elder Su’s expression became extremely solemn. An Jing’s sword contained a truth of the great way that was not the slightest bit weaker than Li Fuzhou’s Heavenly Human Communication?

“Such a vast sword dao…”

Upon seeing this, Lin Yiyang’s face rarely showed a change.

Among those present, no one knew better than him the terror of the Ghost Swordsman’s sword dao.

The entire heaven and earth seemed to tremble at that moment.

The sky was filled with wild thunder and the sound of thunder reverberated through the heavens and the earth. An Jing’s sword had reached a level of might that even he had not anticipated.

The sword light cut across the heavens and earth, heading towards the starlight.

Boom!

And just as the pattern of stars had just formed, the unstoppable punch from Wu Qiren exploded forth, striking heavily upon the star pattern without any hesitation.

The collision was like a meteor striking the earth, and in that instant, time itself seemed to freeze, followed by an earth-shaking explosion that reverberated through the void.

Above the sky, visible waves of Qi swept through, eventually reaching several yards away, turning the entire Eight Feet Platform upside down.

The wave of Qi force surged from the point of impact.

Countless people squinted, their eyes pained by the intense light, but they still did not take their eyes off the point of impact.

Such a staggering clash of sword qi was earth-shattering.

Thump!

And as countless eyes watched, the rampaging wave of Qi in the sky suddenly exploded, spreading a terrifying shockwave, and then, those watching narrowed their eyes.

Zhong Binru was the first to appear, his body covered in blood, his clothes turned into a blood-soaked garment, with the Emperor’s Sword in his hand still trembling.

But even so, he did not let go of the handle.

“Your sword dao has won…”

Zhong Binru looked at An Jing opposite him, and after a long time, he finally spoke.

As the dust in front settled, the Ghost Swordsman, clad in a black robe and holding the Evil Suppressing Sword, stood amidst it, his robe fluttering with the breeze, standing unmovable like a green mountain.

“Wow!”

Just then, a vast wave of sword qi surged from afar, clearing the clouds above thoroughly clean.

Everyone turned their gaze towards it.