My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Ghost Swordsman Battles Heavenly Sword

Tan Yun!?

An Jing’s mind went blank, as if struck by thunder on a clear day; the woman was actually Tan Yun.

“It must be my eyes deceiving me, it has to be.”

An Jing muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes forcefully, “How could Tan Yun possibly appear here? Absolutely impossible.”

When he opened his eyes again, the lovely face remained as familiar as ever.

It was Tan Yun, without a doubt!

But why would she appear here? How had she become a high-ranking expert of the Demon Sect?

Moreover, it seemed her cultivation was not low.

“Could it be she has a sister or a twin?”

An Jing was utterly confused at the moment, as if countless threads were entangled in a knot, impossible to undo.

This scene was too shocking for him; he could never have imagined that the glutton was a person from the Demon Sect.

Was it because she acted too convincingly!?

“She was fooling me!?”

An Jing couldn’t help exclaiming in his heart, “She can even outperform Li Fuzhou in acting?”

He had never imagined that his own home could host an Oscar night.

“Come with me.”

Cui Daoxian’s voice was extraordinarily calm as he reached out toward Tan Yun’s shoulder.

Spies from the Human Sect were, naturally, far more useful alive than dead.

Tan Yun only felt a gust of wind blowing in her face, messing up her hair, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart. At this moment, she couldn’t help but recall the words her master once taught her.

The Human Sect has no captives.

Moreover, with an identity like hers, once captured, she would inevitably suffer unimaginable pain.

With this thought, Tan Yun bit her tongue, preparing to commit suicide.

It was late to say it, but soon to act.

Just as Cui Daoxian’s palm was about to touch her, he suddenly furrowed his brow, twisted his foot, and quickly leaped away into the distance.

“Boom!”

A Qi Light descended from the sky, slashing down.

“Crack! Crack!”

As the Qi Light landed on the earth, the ground ‘cracked and cracked,’ creating cracks that spread into the distance.

“Who is it!?”

Bian Jingdao was greatly alarmed upon seeing this scene.

The Qi Light that had just fallen was not from an ordinary expert; could it be that a high-ranking expert from the Demon Sect had arrived?

Cui Daoxian’s eyebrows lifted as he looked into the distance.

The figure was clad in a jet-black long robe, and under the cover of the robe, it was impossible to see his face or expression, but an upright Qi Mechanism radiated from his entire being.

This was exactly the Qi Mechanism of the Mystical Sect, completely different from that of the Demon Sect.

Tan Yun also looked over in astonishment, believing that a high-ranking expert of the Demon Sect had arrived.

But at present in Great Yan, the only Demon Sect high-ranking expert capable of contending with Cui Daoxian was Li Fuzhou.

The one who made the move was none other than An Jing.

Lou Xiangzhen watched the figure in front and felt somewhat puzzled. This grandson was usually the sort to not hunt without seeing the hare; he wouldn’t take action without a clear benefit.

Today, he actually intervened to save that woman from the Demon Sect; could it be lust at first sight?

That shouldn’t be the case. After all, the other party was the Heavenly Sword Cui Daoxian, and An Jing might not be a match for him.

“Heavenly Sword, I have long admired you,”

An Jing said with a faint smile, directly expressing his intent, “I wonder if today I might have the honor of learning a few moves from you. If I win, how about you hand her over to me?”

As he spoke, the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand shone. The ancient longsword carried a sharp Sword Intent.

“Evil Suppressing Sword!?”

Heavenly Sword Cui Daoxian was naturally very familiar with the famous swords of the world. Upon seeing the sword in An Jing’s hand, his eyes narrowed slightly: “I wonder who it could be—turns out, you are Ghost Swordsman.”

“`

As Cui Daoxian’s voice fell, a wave of astonishment swept through the surroundings.

“Ghost Swordsman!? The person who has come is actually the Ghost Swordsman?”

“I was wondering who would dare to block Cui Daoxian from making an arrest.”

“Could today be a battle between two of the greatest Sword Immortals?”

“When did the Ghost Swordsman become a Sword Immortal? In my view, he is not far from being one, but as of now, he doesn’t quite make the cut.”

“Although the Ghost Swordsman made a name for himself in the battle at Xuanqing Mountain, he relies more on his exotic beast companion. Compared to the true Five Great Sword Immortals, he still has a long way to go.”

“Yes, without that exotic beast by his side, he doesn’t count as a real Sword Immortal.”

……..

The appearance of the Ghost Swordsman suddenly made the scene much noisier and more lively.

Nobody expected that two of the top swordsmanship experts would appear in Huang Yao Town at the same time, and it seemed as if they were about to engage in a duel.

“The Ghost Swordsman!?”

Tan Yun’s mouth hung open as if she were dreaming.

This scene had appeared countless times, but only in dreams.

Yet now, the Ghost Swordsman was actually standing before her, very much alive, in reality.

In this world, there is an inexplicable thing called fate. Could it be that the Ghost Swordsman showed up today precisely to rescue her?

With that thought, Tan Yun’s heart thumped wildly, filled with an excitement that was almost dizzying, making her wonder if she was still dreaming.

An Jing remained silent, his gaze fixed on Cui Daoxian.

To save Tan Yun today, he would have to compete with Cui Daoxian.

Cui Daoxian smiled faintly, saying, “My visit to Great Yan this time was specifically to meet with Lin Yiyang of the Yu Heng Sword Sect, but since the Ghost Swordsman is also a renowned swordsman of Great Yan, I will take this opportunity to cross swords with you first and witness the prowess of Great Yan’s swordsmen.”

Cui Daoxian had not appeared in the world for thirty years, and his arrival in Great Yan today was naturally not without purpose.

The battle between Lin Yiyang and Universal Benefit Bodhisattva had long since reached Zhao Country. Cui Daoxian, residing in the Sword Tomb, also knew of Lin Yiyang’s statement that he would reach the Sixth Realm within three years.

It was precisely because of that statement that Cui Daoxian chose to leave seclusion and come to Great Yan, prepared to seek instruction from Lin Yiyang.

Today, whoever reaches the Sixth Realm is acknowledged as the premier swordsman. That is an accepted fact.

“Fine.”

An Jing pointed at Tan Yun and said, “If I win, I hope to take this person with me.”

Tan Yun blushed, touched by the gesture. So he had indeed come to rescue her… Sure enough…

“I am not in a position to grant that,” Cui Daoxian shook his head and said, “But I can assure you that I will not interfere.”

“That is enough.”

An Jing nodded slightly, his palm moving towards the hilt of his sword at his waist.

“Young man, do you want the old man to take action?”

Lou Xiangzhen’s frown was deep as he transmitted his voice.

An Jing’s strength was profound or not, compared to ordinary Half-step Masters, he definitely ranked among the top, but facing swordsmen of the caliber of Cui Daoxian and Lin Yiyang, he would find it quite challenging.

An Jing’s cultivation was at the Heavenly Flower Realm, while Cui Daoxian was a Half-step Master, and their swordsmanship was both at the Fifth Realm. However, Cui Daoxian was on the verge of breaking through to the Sixth Realm, obviously a notch above An Jing.

With both cultivation and swordsmanship gap apparent, the only advantage was An Jing’s Perfect Golden Bone, but with Cui Daoxian stationed in the Sword Tomb for thirty years cultivating Sword Bone—a bit less durable than Golden Bone but sharper and more cohesive—was more fitting for a swordsman.

Thus, overall, An Jing’s chances of winning were extremely low.

“No need,” An Jing declined, “I have always wanted to see the true strength of the current Five Great Sword Immortals.”

“You are not his match.”

Lou Xiangzhen said solemnly.

A swordsman nurtures Sword Intent, and during this period, one must never face defeat. Achieving victory in battle builds a certain confidence, and this confidence will extend into one’s sword.

Such Sword Intent will make the swordsman increasingly confident, and his sword will become even more lethal.

If one were to fail, it would strike a blow not only to the swordsman but to the Sword Intent as well.

Back then, when Lou Xiangzhen was defeated by the Sword God with several strikes at the Yu Heng Sword Sect, it completely shattered his confidence, which was the reason he became dispirited for years afterward.

Since An Jing debuted, he has experienced almost no defeats, his Sword Intent being perfect and sharp. Should he suffer defeat today, it would undoubtedly deal a huge blow to him.

Thus, Lou Xiangzhen did not wish to see An Jing repeat his past mistakes.

“Old Lou, you should have said so earlier.”

An Jing’s face darkened, then he transmitted back, “Forget it, since I’ve already spoken, I might as well try Cui Daoxian’s Sword Dao.”

“`

Had he known that Elder Lou was willing to intervene, why would he himself have bothered with Cui Daoxian? Without the help of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa, he felt somewhat unsure in his heart.

Cui Daoxian, who is he? Known as Heavenly Sword, some even call him a Sword Master.

The title of Heavenly Sword itself is a supreme honor, and even more so is the title of Sword Master.

Although his most glorious victory was slaying the chief of the Azure Dragon Sect, and many years have passed since then, Cui Daoxian had not achieved any notable victories, yet no one in the world dared to underestimate his strength.

Lou Xiangzhen heard this and stopped talking.

In his opinion, among the five great Sword Immortals, Yi Daoyun was of the weakest ability, followed by this Heavenly Sword, Cui Daoxian.

Yi Daoyun had claimed countless lives, but he had never slain a half-step Master Realm expert. The reason he could become one of the five great Sword Immortals was partly due to his ruthless slaying and notorious reputation, and partly due to the Demon Sect’s exaggerations.

The same goes for Heavenly Sword Cui Daoxian. His cultivation was at the half-step Master level, and his swordsmanship was unfathomably profound, but much of his reputation was also hyped up.

Among the current five great Sword Immortals, the ones with true, solid strength are the remaining three. If An Jing wants to become a Sword Immortal of this era, he must defeat one of them to prove his way.

Cui Daoxian is from Zhao Country, and defeating him would undoubtedly be the best for An Jing’s fame.

However, even so, the title of one of the five great Sword Immortals was not something any ordinary swordsman could assume.

Cui Daoxian looked at the Ghost Swordsman ahead, his palm caressing the blade of the longsword.

The reason why Cui Daoxian is called Heavenly Sword is because there is an extraordinary famous sword within the Sword Tomb known as the Heavenly Sword.

The Heavenly Sword ranks seventh on the Famous Sword List.

Each of this sword’s owners has been an unparalleled swordsman of their era, and just as Cui Daoxian was initiated into the Sword Tomb, the Heavenly Sword recognized him as its master and he immediately became the current master of the Heavenly Sword.

The Heavenly Sword has the power to suppress all other swords in the Sword Tomb, and this time he came to Great Yan originally intending to exchange swordsmanship with Lin Yiyang and pursue the Sixth Realm.

His goal was not to seek vengeance or to kill anyone, so he did not bring the Heavenly Sword with him.

Neither of them spoke, yet the marketplace around them fell silent and empty.

In the silence, an oppressive and dull atmosphere formed; Bian Jingdao simply felt the fluctuations of their Qi and his face turned pale.

“How terrifying these swordsmen are. Is this what the world’s top Sword Immortals are like?”

Bian Jingdao kept retreating backwards.

Tan Yun finally snapped out of it, focusing intently on the figure of the Ghost Swordsman. The world around them went quiet, leaving only the beating of her heart.

“He actually came specifically to save me,” Tan Yun muttered to herself.

From the moment he appeared, her gaze no longer belonged to her.

“Make your move,” Cui Daoxian said as his voice fell, and the vigorous inner strength of a half-step Master burst forth from within him like a tempest, pressing down on An Jing like a series of giant waves.

If an ordinary practitioner in the Heavenly Flower Realm had faced this pressure, they might have been intimidated, their abilities greatly reduced, but An Jing’s black eyes showed no trace of fear, remaining as calm as still water.

The look in An Jing’s eyes suddenly became sharp, and instantly, a boundless aura surged, stirring Cui Daoxian’s wave-like momentum and sending it crashing backwards.

Brahma Heart Sees Me!

The inner strength around was crushed by the overwhelming aura emanating from An Jing, producing golden rays of light that spiraled, stirring the streets of Huangyao Town.

And his frame appeared as if it were projected against the distant horizon, enlarging more and more.

The Buddhist Brahma Heart Sees Me was executed perfectly in an instant.

Observers from afar were profoundly moved by the scene.

Just the standoff between two top-notch Sword Immortals was already so breathtaking.

“Heavenly Flower Realm?”

Cui Daoxian also sensed An Jing’s level of cultivation, and with a slap to his sword, he sent forth a Qi like a black python, a sinister and powerful rush towards An Jing.

Sword Bone!

That was the sharpness of the Sword Bone!

Unlike Golden Bone, Sword Bone was formed from the gathered Sword Qi of many swords in the Sword Tomb. When Cui Daoxian executed sword moves, his Sword Qi was naturally formed, carrying an unparalleled and fierce chill.

Added to that the Heavenly Martial Level’s Sword Holy Technique from the Sword Tomb, its power was unfathomable.

An Jing drew the Evil Suppressing Sword with his right hand; the moment his palm touched the sword, it was as if a mountain had suddenly appeared above the town, pressing down heavily.

And the one who felt it the most was Cui Daoxian. His gaze slightly hardened as An Jing swung the Evil Suppressing Sword heavily forward. It seemed slow, but the stroke was fast, cruel, and precise.

The Evil Suppressing Sword, devoid of any fanciness, struck directly at the seven inches of the black python.

Bang!

The black python was hit by the Evil Suppressing Sword, halted for a moment, and then dissipated in the surroundings.

Cui Daoxian, seeing his casual probing strike blocked by An Jing, did not mind. His body shook, and the longsword in his hand, wrapped in vigorous inner strength, lunged directly towards An Jing.

Only to see the sword tip spiraling with a force that pierced deeper and deeper, its destructive power was tremendously strong.

An Jing, seeing a streak of yellow light coming towards him and not quite making it out clearly, instinctively extended the Evil Suppressing Sword in front of himself.

Thud!

Cui Daoxian’s sword tip struck heavily against An Jing’s sword body, causing the air to shudder and overflow, creating a violent tremor on the ground beneath their feet that continuously shook without end.

An Jing’s body was forced to retreat continuously, only stopping after about ten steps.

The next moment, Cui Daoxian’s inner strength surged like a tidal wave, flowing into the sword body.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

The piercing chill released from the sword body made even the high-level Jianghu experts in the distance stand on end, feeling a cold shiver down their spines from its sharpness.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

When Cui Daoxian struck with his sword, it was as if countless sharp sword shadows swept through the air, raining down on An Jing like a torrential downpour.

But this downpour was made of numerous sharp sword qi, which terrified people, making their bodies tremble with fear.

Magnificent Heavenly might enveloped An Jing completely.

An Jing’s eyes beheld the sword qi before him, fast as lightning and cascading like a waterfall, slightly lifting his arm in response.

Nine-character Sword Technique! Lin Character Secret!

The Lin Character Secret primarily served for defense, those numerous sword shadows converging as if forming a dense, interwoven net of swords.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!”

The sound of metal clashing rang out, sending forth a series of ear-piercing noises.

“Swoosh!”

Right at that moment, a streak of cold light suddenly shot out from An Jing’s sword scabbard.

Hundred-step Flying Sword!

What flew out was the sword body of another Evil Suppressing Sword!

The sword light was piercingly cold, as swift as thunder, thrusting towards Cui Daoxian’s heart.

This was one of An Jing’s prepared killer moves, seizing the moment Cui Daoxian was distracted to use the Hundred-step Flying Sword and the properties of the Evil Suppressing Sword to deliver a fatal blow.

“Huh!?”

Cui Daoxian’s brows slightly furrowed, and without even thinking, instead of retreating, he advanced, his palm and longsword meeting the oncoming Evil Suppressing Sword.

“Clang!”

The severe sound of metal clashing erupted, with shockwaves sweeping out.

The body of the Evil Suppressing Sword was directly repelled back.

An Jing stretched out his hand and caught the hilt of the Evil Suppressing Sword. The remaining force from the clash kept rushing over, causing his arms to feel somewhat numb.

“What an impressive Heavenly Sword,” An Jing thought to himself.

Even without the Heavenly Sword in his hands, his sword dao was still so terrifying. The sneak attack he had just executed would require the four peak masters of the Zhenyi Sect to be careful in handling it, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

But Cui Daoxian had managed to neutralize it with a raise of his sword: was this the strength of a Sword Immortal?

“Your Excellency’s sword dao is indeed somewhat strange, truly worthy of the title Ghost Swordsman,”

Cui Daoxian gripped his longsword tightly, and then pointed it forward with one thrust.

Sword Holy Technique! Immortal Pointing the Way!

The sword light was ethereal, unstoppable, turning everything in its path into nothingness, shooting down the street towards An Jing.

An Jing loosened his grip on the Evil Suppressing Sword, allowing the two Evil Suppressing Swords to transform into two dragons, intertwining as they formed a sword body shrouded with golden radiance.

Eventually, the sword tips collided in the center of the street.

Boom!

Potent inner strength roared like the sea, emitting deep booming sounds, as if the whole street was violently disturbed at this moment.

Clang!

Then another deafening metallic sound exploded like thunder, reverberating through the heavens and earth, echoing in everyone’s ears as if to burst their eardrums, causing the blood of countless onlookers to surge within their bodies.

Visible ripples spread out towards the distance.

On the hazy sides of the street, two figures gradually revealed themselves.

One could see An Jing holding the Evil Suppressing Sword with its tip against the tip of Cui Daoxian’s longsword, fierce winds blowing, stirring the corners of their garments.

“`

The two seemed to be evenly matched

All over Huangyao Town, the air was thick with tension, as two figures stood on the devastated street, their sharp glances intersecting and sparking fire, with a cold murderous intent silently spreading.

The power of their last clash still lingered in the minds of the onlookers as if mountains and rivers had been cleft in twain; even the experts standing dozens of feet away felt their hair stand on end and their hearts trembling from the chilling edge of the sword.

Cui Daoxian’s longsword suddenly thrust forward, and then using the rebounding force, his body retreated about four or five steps.

An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword also paused briefly, his offensive momentum disintegrated by Cui Daoxian’s strike.

“This Ghost Swordsman is indeed extraordinary,” Cui Daoxian thought, “Among the sword masters of this world, he definitely has a place. Great Yan is truly the ancestral land, full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with masters emerging one after another, giving rise to such a terrifying swordsman.”

Then, Cui Daoxian raised his right arm, the tip of his sword pointing straight ahead, as if in that moment, the sword seemed to completely merge with his body—he was the sword, and the sword was him.

An indescribable pressure spread through the heavens and the earth at that moment.

“Cui Daoxian is going to use all his strength,” Lou Xiangzhen, who watched from a distance, also condensed his gaze and thought.

An Jing’s brow also furrowed slightly as he looked at Cui Daoxian in front of him, who was exerting pressure on him, and gripped his sword even tighter.

He took a deep breath, his eyes as calm and undisturbed as a secluded pool, seemingly unshaken even if the sky were to fall.

Cui Daoxian’s arm suddenly extended forward, the longsword with a grey halo thrust straight ahead, frenziedly absorbing the Inner Strength from around!

Sword Holy Technique! Prisoner Demon Sword Form!

The vast force of Inner Strength unfolded, and where the sword pointed, it seemed like the whole world shrouded An Jing, forcing him to be immobile.

As the sword edge passed, the air screeched and shattered, the covering pressure making people shudder.

Hum!

The longsword burst into a sky-shaking hum, and in the next instant, it turned into a streak of light, reaching An Jing at an indescribable speed.

The moment the longsword came, its chilling edge felt like countless flying needles piercing him, stabbing into his body.

Sword Bone is the most suited for swordsmen, but the secret of refining Sword Bone from the Sword Tomb is not passed on; no one knows how Sword Bone is refined.

Now, coupled with Cui Daoxian’s Fifth Realm sword skill, that domineering pressure was unstoppable.

An Jing dared not be careless; he pushed the Brahma Heart Sees Me technique to its limit as a Chan sound emerged, and a golden light swept out.

Great Wisdom!

Great Compassion!

The Perfection of Golden Bone rose to meet the challenge, for though Golden Bone’s offensive might was slightly weaker than Sword Bone’s, its physical robustness was three times stronger. Moreover, An Jing was employing the Brahma Heart Sees Me—a Heavenly Martial Level Body Refining Method—its power threefold.

The combined Evil Suppressing Swords also released rays of light.

The sky above the entire street seemed to be enveloped in pitch-black darkness.

“Whoosh!”

A sword light pierced through, brightening the world from darkness.

Sword Control Technique!

When the Evil Suppressing Sword soared, the twin blades surprisingly separated.

Ordinarily, Sword Control Technique could not be applied this way, but An Jing was a master of not only Sword Control, but also the Hundred-step Flying Sword technique. The two supreme sword techniques were fused and operated in harmony, combined with the unique property of the Evil Suppressing Sword being six swords in one sheath.

This virtually allowed the two supreme swordsmanship to merge, forming a new sword technique.

A truly top-notch swordsman will, based on the experiences of predecessors, summarize his own sword moves and Sword Dao.

Sword lights collided and interweaved, casting the world into darkness.

All the people in Huangyao Town looked up to the sky, witnessing the sword qi clashing with each other, descending from the heavens with destructive fluctuations, fiercely colliding together.

Everyone raised their heads, all wanting to know which of these two top swordsmen would prevail in this clash of techniques.

Boom!

The moment of the collision, a thunderous noise resounded, and an extremely violent Inner Strength storm instantly formed, then swept out in a terrifying manner, spreading around.

Not only the entire tavern, but even the surrounding shops were heavily affected by the huge impact, crumbling into fragments.

“Bang Bang Bang Bang!”

Fortunately, the common folk had already been evacuated by Bian Jingdao and other Xuanyi Guards, and the Jianghu experts watching from afar quickly operated their Inner Strength to withstand this frightful shock.

Even so, some with weaker Inner Strength were shaken to the point of spilling blood from their mouths, which attested to the dominance of the force.

Just then, several figures flew from a distance and landed beside Tan Yun; the leader was a plain-looking woman.

It was none other than Luo Zixiang of the Earth Sect.

“Little Tan Yun!”

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Luo Zixiang walked to Tan Yun’s side and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Aunt Luo, I’m fine. How did you get here?”

Seeing the newcomer, a hint of surprise appeared in Tan Yun’s eyes.

Luo Zixiang was an expert from the Earth Sect and her cultivation was at the Earth Flower Realm, which Tan Yun not only recognized but was also very familiar with.

Luo Zixiang took a deep breath and said, “It was Sect Master Li. He received a message that you were discovered by the Heaven and Earth Net, and immediately sent me a secret letter to escort you along the way.”

In Great Yan, the Heaven and Earth Net was an extremely capable intelligence organization, and the Demon Sect’s Human Sect was not far behind. Although many of its operations in Great Yan had been destroyed over the years, Li Fuzhou had managed to restore quite a few of the covert channels recently.

Therefore, when Tan Yun was discovered by the Heaven and Earth Net, Li Fuzhou also received some information. Fearing that Tan Yun would fall into an ambush by the Xuanyi Guard, he promptly sent a secret letter to Luo Zixiang, the nearby expert from the Demon Sect’s Earth Sect.

With her level of cultivation, unless three of the Great Heavenly Gang took action, she could certainly take someone away safely.

But when Luo Zixiang arrived in Huangyao Town, she found that the person who had captured Tan Yun was actually Cui Daoxian.

Who was Cui Daoxian?

He was a top Half-step Master. Even Li Fuzhou probably couldn’t say for sure he could defeat this man.

If she took action, not only would she fail to rescue Tan Yun, but she would also bring about her own death.

Just as Luo Zixiang was extremely anxious, the Ghost Swordsman descended from the sky to intervene, filling her with great joy.

Tan Yun clenched his teeth and then looked forward.

Just then, on the chaotic street ahead, two sword lights emerged once again.

Clang!

The swords collided once more, pressing heavily against each other before suddenly quieting down.

The next moment, An Jing swiftly retreating backwards, covering a distance of dozens of yards, his face pale and traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

Whoosh!

Everyone exclaimed in shock. Had the outcome been decided?

“Thud!” “Thud!”

Cui Daoxian moved to step forward but then his expression changed slightly and he hastily clutched at his heart.

The faster he clutched at his heart, the quicker it beat, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

During this time, as a result of exchanging ideas and sparring with Lou Xiangzhen, An Jing had made significant progress in his swordsmanship, especially mastering the Killer Heartbeat technique.

About several dozen breaths later, Cui Daoxian managed to suppress his heartbeat but missed the best opportunity and fixed his gaze intently on An Jing ahead.

The two stood at opposite ends of the street, facing each other.

“Little Tan Yun, this is a great opportunity. Let’s leave now,” Luo Zixiang said to him urgently in a low voice.

Seeing the Heavenly Sword, Cui Daoxian, being stalled by the Ghost Swordsman and knowing that the Ghost Swordsman did not seem to be a match for Cui Daoxian, now was the time to slip away.

“No, I’m not leaving.”

Tan Yun bit his teeth and said, “The Ghost Swordsman came to save me. How can I abandon him?”

Luo Zixiang’s eyebrows knitted together, “Are you mad? Staying here is a dead end. The Ghost Swordsman is clearly no match for Cui Daoxian, who is a Sword Master.”

“When the Ghost Swordsman is defeated, you’ll find no chance to escape.”

Tan Yun stubbornly replied, “No! I’m not leaving. If I do, I will leave with him.”

Luo Zixiang pondered for a moment, then earnestly said, “Silly girl, look at what he’s done for you, risking his life for your sake. Why let his efforts be in vain? If you leave, he will have nothing to worry about, and there might be a chance for him to escape from Cui Daoxian.”

Tan Yun looked at the figure ahead, his face serious, “Aunt Luo, there’s no need to persuade me. I must leave with him today.”

“You’ll die if you stay.”

“Then let me die,” Tan Yun responded firmly. “He came for me. If I am to die, what’s wrong with dying together with him?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Zixiang’s brows furrowed deeply as her tone grew somewhat more forceful, “No, you must leave with me today.”

Tan Yun bit his red lips tightly, expressing his discontent, “Aunt Luo, why are you trying to break us up, spoiling my chance at happiness?”

Trying to break up a pair of lovers!? Spoiling your chance at happiness!?

Luo Zixiang listened to Tan Yun’s words, her face full of confusion, “What are you talking about? How old are you?”

The Ghost Swordsman and Tan Yun, did these two seem like a suitable match?

“I don’t care.” Tan Yun said defiantly.

Seeing this, Luo Zixiang sighed deeply. This Tan Yun truly lived up to being Li Fuzhou’s disciple; his stubborn nature was no different from his master’s.

Meanwhile, the Xuanyi Guards, having dispersed the civilians and folks from Jianghu, stood not far away.

“Constable Bian, a master from the Demon Sect has arrived,” a Silver Constable of the Xuanyi Guard whispered, pointing at Luo Zixiang, “His cultivation seems not insignificant; this might just be a big catch.”

“Shut up!”

Bian Jingdao slapped him on the head and chided in a low voice.

A big catch!?

Others might not know who that person was, but how could Bian Jingdao not recognize him?

That was Luo Zixiang of the Earth Sect, known as Blood Hand. How many masters of Jianghu had those hands slain? He had once killed a member of the Great Heavenly Gang.

“Fortunately, today we encountered Grandmaster Cui Daoxian. Otherwise, it might have been the end for us today.”

Cold sweat formed on Bian Jingdao’s forehead, and he felt somewhat relieved in his heart.

Off in the distance, An Jing and Cui Daoxian finally made their move.

Cui Daoxian stepped forward, and an unparalleled sharpness pierced out from his body. For a moment, it seemed as though a giant sword was suspended behind him.

That surging, impassioned Sword Intent shot straight to the sky, chilling the heart of the observer.

“Is this Cui Daoxian’s Sword Intent? It looks like he’s not far from the Sixth Realm,” Lou Xiangzhen silently thought to himself as he watched.

“As expected of a Sword Master!”

Feeling that Sword Intent, Luo Zixiang’s heart clenched, and fear filled his entire body.

Tan Yun, being a practitioner of the Sword Dao, naturally sensed the impressiveness and brilliance in Cui Daoxian’s ability. Her hands instinctively clenched into fists, her eyes filled with worry.

An Jing stood still, his vision darkening around the edges until he saw a grave.

It was a place where swords were buried!

Soon, he saw another grave, then more and more in increasing numbers.

Sword Tomb!

It was as if he was standing right in the middle of a Sword Tomb.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

Each Sword in the Sword Tomb emitted an ultimate sword hum as if they were about to burst forth.

“Shush!”

A sharp Sword Light struck towards him.

“So fast!”

An Jing’s eyebrows raised, and he drew the Evil Suppressing Sword, shattering the sharp Sword Light instantly.

But in the next moment, every grave exploded, releasing a deluge of Sword Lights.

The Sword Lights were dense and overwhelming, silent yet fierce. Every strand of Sword Light was grayish black, carrying a grim aura of death and sharp Sword Qi.

Cui Daoxian’s Sword Intent!

This was the Heavenly Sword Sword Intent that had been sitting atop the Sword Tomb for thirty years!

An Jing felt that immense Sword Intent as if facing desolate, lonely Sword Tombs, overwhelming him with a sense of powerlessness.

In the eyes of the crowd, the giant sword behind Cui Daoxian emitted a chilling sharpness, while An Jing stood retreating step by step, clearly at a disadvantage.

Lou Xiangzhen was the only one present who could see the situation clearly; shaking his head, he thought, “Cui Daoxian not only has a Sword Bone, but his Sword Intent is profound, and his Sword Skill is stronger than that of the young man, even his cultivation has the upper hand. It’s going to be too difficult for him to win.”

It wasn’t that An Jing wasn’t strong, but that Cui Daoxian was too formidable. If he had several more years to endure bitter training, perhaps there would be a chance for a battle.

Lou Xiangzhen hesitated, pondering whether to intervene at the last moment of the young man’s defeat.

But then he dismissed the thought.

“I can’t keep retreating.”

An Jing took a deep breath, and the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand turned.

Two Evil Suppressing Swords circled around his body, constantly spinning, and the sharp Sword Qi repelled all the Sword Intent released by the giant sword behind Cui Daoxian.

Ripples emanated from his back, and then a giant Yin Yang Fish appeared.

A vast and boundless Sword Intent surged from within, and the surrounding graves seemed to melt away.

In its place emerged a vast and boundless galaxy, mysterious and infinite.

“Such a vast Sword Intent.”

Seeing that Sword Intent, Cui Daoxian’s eyes slightly widened in surprise.

Sword Intent is the comprehension and sudden realization of the Sword Dao, and in this world, no two swordsmen’s Sword Intents are completely the same. One could see the essence of a swordsman’s Sword Dao from his Sword Intent.

Cui Daoxian had also witnessed the Sword Intents of many top swordsmen, but he had seldom seen one as vast as the sky, like the one before him.

The more majestic and broad the sword intent, the slower the growth of its sword skill, and the more difficult it becomes to break through to an even higher realm.

Both individuals stood at opposite ends of the street, with a giant sword and the Yin Yang Fish floating behind them, shimmering brightly.

The entire town of Huangyao seemed to divide around them, each occupying one half, standing off against each other in confrontation.

Although neither had moved, the fierce sword intent swept through, leaving the whole street riddled with countless gaping holes, a sight of utter devastation.

“This is… this is too terrifying!”

“Is this what the top Sword Immortals are like? Too strong, even if I cultivate for three hundred years, I won’t reach that realm.”

“Senior Cui is rightly named a Sword Master, even if he is from Zhao Country, one can’t help but express admiration.”

…..

Everyone watched the stand-off between the two, hearts surging with emotion.

If Cui Daoxian were to win, not only would his position as one of the five Great Sword Immortals become even more secure, but challenging Lin Yiyang of the Yu Heng Sword Sect would mean aiming for the title of the world’s number one swordsman.

If the Ghost Swordsman were to win, then the world would have another fearsome Sword Immortal.

“Crack!” “Crack!”

The overwhelming sword intent surged as if it were clashing sword energies, and the street on the other side couldn’t bear such a terrifying pressure, cracking open yard by yard.

This scene was simply too frightening.

The very earth couldn’t bear the sword intent of the two and began to crumble.

Bian Jingdao was so frightened that he turned pale, and couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “If one were caught in the middle, one would probably be ground into mincemeat in an instant….”

“These two are top swordsmanship experts of this era, truly terrifying.”

Luo Zixiang’s eyes showed a hint of shock, and then he secretly thought, “No, I must take Tan Yun and leave quickly, I can’t put our fates in the hands of the Ghost Swordsman.”

Thinking this, Luo Zixiang looked towards Tan Yun, who was completely engrossed, not daring to even blink.

“Little Tan Yun.”

“What?”

Tan Yun was extremely nervous, breathing somewhat erratically, eyes fixated on An Jing’s figure.

“I’m sorry.”

With a gentle chop of his hand, Luo Zixiang struck Tan Yun’s neck, and Tan Yun felt darkness before his eyes, after which he lost all consciousness.

“Let’s go!”

Luo Zixiang carried Tan Yun in his arms and quickly leaped away into the distance.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Seeing this, the Earth Sect experts of the Demon Sect quickly followed, vanishing into the dilapidated street in the blink of an eye.

Bian Jingdao could only hide far away, watching carefully, not daring to even breathe too loudly for fear that Luo Zixiang would notice him and casually dispose of him as well.

“Boss, they’re gone.” After the Demon Sect experts had been gone for several moments, a Silver Constable finally spoke up slowly.

Bian Jingdao let out a sigh of relief and said, “Well, let them go, the most important thing is that we’ve saved our own lives.”

Just being alive today was already a stroke of great fortune.

At this moment, the standoff between An Jing and Cui Daoxian was reaching a fever pitch.

The collision of sword intents was causing everything before them to collapse.

An Jing only felt his vision blurring, as if he might faint at any time.

Cui Daoxian too was having a tough time, his face very pale, his hand holding the sword trembling, having reached an intense state.

“I’ve presided over the Sword Tomb for thirty years, studied swordsmanship for fifty years, taught thousands of swordsmen, and was fortunate to be recognized by swordsmen across the world as a Sword Master. Today, for this name, I will shatter your sword intent.”

Cui Daoxian shouted clearly, his giant sword’s qi force surging wildly, turning into a relentless tide, rushing mightily towards An Jing.

The skies dimmed and the sun and moon lacked light.

Having presided over the Sword Tomb for thirty years, Cui Daoxian would not stand to die unaccomplished in his quest upon leaving his retreat!

“Alas.”

Lou Xiangzhen sighed softly upon seeing this.

Witnessing this scene, he knew that An Jing was defeated.

“Senior Cui, Senior Cui, why didn’t you win earlier?”

While Bian Jingdao was ambivalent, unsure whether to feel happy or sad, even though Cui Daoxian had won, the evil Demon Sect figure had also been taken away.