Tiān mò jiào, Dì dū
On the city walls, Zhang Long is holding half a sword in his right hand, opening a gourd of wine with his left hand, and slowly drinking it while maintaining a calm expression.
Behind him, Fu Bo, Xiaodudong, and the four princesses led by Yun Chuanchun are all on high alert.
Suddenly, four figures appeared beneath the sky canopy.
"They've come."
Yun Chuanchun remotely watched the four figures flying towards him, suddenly leaning close to Zhang Long and loudly speaking.
Zhang Long abruptly took a gulp of wine for himself, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he smiled as he watched the four figures flying towards him.
"It's been several days since I last saw you, and you have indeed gained some courage."
As soon as Zhang Long finished speaking, the four figures had already appeared in the air not far from the city walls. Upon hearing this, Huoyun's face turned pale and he coldly exclaimed.
"Zhang Long, don't be too audacious. Last time, just after I emerged from seclusion, my strength was insufficient, and that's how you took advantage. Today, I'm in excellent condition, at the peak of my powers, and killing you will be as easy as flipping a coin."
The remaining three sages looked at Huoyun with disdain, indicating that if the latter had the ability, he could have come alone and didn't need to summon them.
The words spoken at the moment were nothing but a way to give themselves face.
But being old companions who had been together for hundreds of years, they did not undermine each other. Instead, they looked at the man in green robes on the city wall with serious expressions.
The man who could defeat Huoyun, a master of the second rank, was naturally more powerful than them. Although they looked down on Huoyun with words, their hearts still valued him quite highly.
Zhang Long spoke little, giving a cold glance at the giant of words, lifting half a broken sword in his right hand, and coldly saying: "Come and fight?"
"You..."
Huoyun Master looked at Zhang Long, his heart still bearing the psychological shadow of being defeated by a sword the last time, "The injuries from the last time have not yet healed. Let's together take down this arrogant little guy."
Huoyun's words further added to the contempt the remaining three sages felt for him.
A single glance, and the three sages said nothing; they all unleashed their best abilities, fighting as four against one against a second-rank master. It was not just about oppressing the weak with strength, but also about outnumbering and overpowering.
But so what? As long as they can take down Zhang Long, the Ten-Year Silence Sect will crumble and fall, ending their dominance over the decades.
"Thunder Dragon Emerging from the Sea"
"Writhing DragonStartling WindBreaking"
"Three-One Cutting Moon"
"Flaming Phoenix Lighting Up the Plains"
The four first-rank experts struck simultaneously, causing a fierce storm and the heavens to change color. The sky above the Imperial Capital was as if stained with blood, turning a fiery red.
The storm shook the fabric of space, turning a radius of a hundred miles into emptiness.
Countless sharp blades emerged suddenly, as if a giant was swinging his sword. The earth, space, and even the sky could see those deep slashes.
A fiery ball like the setting sun falling, staining the entire land, making this place in an instant a hellish realm.
"This is the power of four first-ranked masters?"
Standing on the parapet, staring at the scene that resembled an apocalyptic descent, the onlookers' mouths hung open, and at this moment, no adjective was sufficient to express their shock.
Only...
fuck
"This is terrifying power. With this, how can we possibly defend ourselves?"
"Will the Imperial Capital today be defended?"
"The main force has not arrived yet, but just four first-rank experts... Today, danger looms."
...
"Ha ha ha, Zhang Long. In the past, you defeated me with a single sword. Today, I will see if you have the ability to defeat us all."
Above the void, Huoyun's palm flipped, and the blazing flames that swept across the entire land rolled upwards into a colossal dragon. It opened its gaping jaws and lunged towards Zhang Long abruptly.
The crowd unconsciously stepped back a few steps, fixated their eyes and held their breaths, staring intently at Zhang Long, who stood motionless as a mountain. Yet, they saw that the latter maintained a calm expression, gently lifted the gourd of wine with his left hand, and took a large sip for himself.
"Coming well."
After the words, Zhang Long threw the gourd of wine he held in his hand backward and stepped on the void.
Yun Chuanchun stepped forward cautiously, carefully embracing the gourd of wine, and watched Zhang Long as he disappeared into the distance with a worried expression on his face.
With one hand holding the broken sword horizontally, Zhang Long faced the terrifying scenery as if nothing mattered, his right hand tightly gripping the sword, "One Sword, Ten Thousand Miles".
As Zhang Long swung his sword, a sword qi spanning ten thousand miles burst out at this moment. In an instant, the apocalyptic scenery was shattered to pieces.
The sky was split open.
"Very strong."
As the sword qi rushed in, the four high-ranking masters' faces turned pale, especially Huoyun who had already clashed with Zhang Long. The last time, his sword was repelled for miles by Zhang Long. Today, he summoned three other first-ranked experts to join him in attacking, but never imagined that the same thing would happen again.
He is only a second-rank master, isn't he?
The question in the minds of the four sages had not yet been resolved when they saw the sword qi approaching. In an instant, all their attacks had vanished, leaving only the sword qi that sliced through heaven and earth still intact.
Blood Dyeing the Celestial Sphere
With a single sword stroke, Zhang Long had driven the four first-ranked masters back a hundred miles. He stood in midair with his sword horizontally and looked coldly arrogant, but his breathing was rapid, and he had sweat on his forehead and a slightly pale face.
This sword strike repelled the four first-ranked masters, but at the same time, all of his spiritual energy had been depleted, leaving him powerless to continue fighting.
"It's impossible, it can't be. He's merely a second-rank master; why does he possess such power?"
"Too terrifying, too terrifying. He's only a second-rank master; if he reaches the first rank, who in the world will be his opponent?"
"The greatest swordsman in the world. Over a thousand years, there have probably been only one or two like him. Perhaps only the legendary Swordsman Li Zhengyi from over a thousand years ago has possessed such power."
"Little Sword God? He should be the contemporary Sword God."
The four first-ranked masters couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration at this moment. They fell to the ground, their faces pale.
"Contemporary Sword God? Ha, he indeed has some skills, but ultimately, he is only a second-rank master. This sword strike has depleted all of his spiritual energy. Although we are powerless to fight back, he is in the same situation as well."
Huoyun Master, struggling to get up from the ground, looked at the diminutive figure from a distance, his mouth slightly curved. "It seems, we have succeeded."
"Won? Actually, he won?"
The people on the city wall, including Yun Chuanchun, all wore expressions of disbelief when they saw Zhang Long's single sword strike drive away the four first-ranked masters.
After a long time, they finally reacted, and their faces immediately broke into joyful smiles.
Yun Chuanchun tightly held the gourd in his chest and walked forward a few steps, intending to return it to Zhang Long. Suddenly, a black figure like a ghost appeared as if by magic.
"What is this..."
Yun Chuanchun's face turned pale as he shouted "danger," but it was too late. Zhang Long, who had exhausted all his spiritual energy, was caught off guard and struck by the black figure with a palm. His figure fell like a meteorite, crashing into the city wall and piercing through it before being propelled backward.
As the dust rolled away, Zhang Long lay in the ruins, his fate unknown.
"This... this..."
Just as some hope had been revived, the people who had witnessed this scene were shocked beyond belief. They looked up at the sky and their faces changed greatly.
But they saw a figure in black robes standing in the void above, looking down coldly at the crowd. "Fighting four first-ranked masters at once from a lower realm, this young man is indeed formidable, but that's all. Today, no one can save the Ten-Year Silence Sect."
"First Rank."
At this moment, the two people on the city wall, Fu Bei and Little Bean, couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, striking a heavy blow to everyone's hearts like a powerful punch.
"First Rank, how could there be another First Rank?"
Yun Chuanchun's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "First Rank? The intelligence didn't mention there being an additional first-rank master besides the four sages."
"The Ten-Year Silence Sect is going to be doomed."
The black-robed figure sneered and said nothing, but suddenly, the sky in the distance looked as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the city.
Many strong factions from Central Plains, including Zhenggong of Zhenzhang, Qianbendeng of Qianbendeng, Huangfeng Valley of Huangfeng Valley, and Fenglei Hall of Fenglei Hall, have all rushed here. In addition to these, there are also many forces who have been enemies of the Ten-Year Silence Sect, but because of Li Wuxin's strength, they had been holding back.
In addition to that, many people from various forces in Central Plains have also come. Although they have no enmity with the Ten-Year Silence Sect, they also want a share of the cake in Yuzhou and take a step on it at the same time.
There are also those who have come simply to see the spectacle, attracted by the grandeur of the event.
In less than a dozen minutes, outside the Imperial Capital, it was like an army of locusts invading, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
The Ten-Year Silence Sect is doomed…
