NOVEL NEXT Chapter 138 The Sword of Xiao Chuanqi!
The Hengling Domain Lord had just finished speaking and slowly rose to his feet when everyone realized there was an old man in grey standing behind him.
This elder had been hiding in a dark corner since he came in, and if the Hengling Domain Lord hadn't moved forward two steps, no one would have noticed him.
Of course, Ye Feng was an exception; in fact, he had already taken notice of the elder. The man's presence was unremarkable, and he seemed ordinary on the surface, but could a commoner appear at such an occasion?
With a sword in his hand, the elder leaned casually against the corner, looking utterly ordinary and relaxed in demeanor.
But Ye Feng knew he was a master, and a highly formidable swordsman at that!
If he wasn't mistaken, this grey-clothed swordsman was likely from the Heng Mountain Sword Sect of the Southern Territory, at the very least a Sect Elder.
Lan Youzhong had been about to step through the threshold when he stopped in his tracks at the sharp command, turned his head back, and replied coldly, "Hengling Domain Lord, who do you think you are? You're not qualified to shout at this commander!"
It had to be said, this Lan Youzhong indeed had nerve!
The Hengling Domain Lord burst into laughter and gritted out each word, "You really do have nerve, a mere commander daring to shout at this Domain Lord and disregard me completely. Just for that, you deserve to die!"
The grey-clothed elder holding the sword behind him slowly stepped forward as the Domain Lord pronounced the sentence of death.
Lan Youzhong shouted furiously, "What, you want to kill me? But I'm afraid you don't have the capability to do so!"
By this time, the grey-clothed swordsman had already approached him.
Seeing this, Ye Feng's expression suddenly sharpened, knowing if things continued, Lan Youzhong might very well die there. He had no choice but to intervene; Lan Youzhong was much to his liking and had spine, so he must save him.
At this moment, Lan Youzhong had clearly noticed the grey-clothed swordsman too. He wasn't foolish, naturally recognizing the swordsman's extraordinariness. But having already spoken, he had no reason to back down now.
Otherwise, Lan Youzhong might as well change his name.
Just then, Ye Feng spoke up sharply, "Hengling Domain Lord, how dare you, in front of the Southern King, plot an assassination against a commander under his command? It seems clear to me that you wish to rebel!"
The Hengling Domain Lord turned abruptly, glaring at Ye Feng and barked, "Who are you to speak here? If you know what's good for you, get lost to the side, otherwise you'll be dealt with too!"
"How presumptuous, daring to be disrespectful to the Northern King, you shall be executed!" Xiao Chuanqi had a clear mind and understood his master's thoughts well. Without another word, he stepped forward, confronting the conference's swordsman blade to blade.
The grey-clothed swordsman suddenly turned his head, glanced at Xiao Chuanqi, and finally rested his gaze on Ye Feng before speaking in a raspy old voice, "Let me ask, did my Outer Sect disciple, Yang Bugui, die by your hand?"
Ye Feng looked directly at him and responded word by word, "Yang Bugui sought to assassinate me, the 'Northern Border King,' and has been executed by my hand. With that said, does that mean you too are from the Heng Mountain Sword Sect of the Southern Territory?"
"Good, very good!"
After repeating the word 'good' twice, the grey-clothed swordsman continued, "I don't care whether you're the real Northern Border King or not, but on the Southern Territory's ground, daring to kill a disciple of Heng Mountain Sword Sect is a capital offense!"
"Impudent!"
A short sword appeared in Xiao Chuanqi's hand at some point, and with a swish, the soft sword was unsheathed, casting a blinding white light, "What's Heng Mountain Sword Sect to do with it? All under heaven is the king's land. Daring to commit lèse-majesté, there shall be no mercy!"
The grey-clothed swordsman's expression remained unchanged. Turning slowly to look at Xiao Chuanqi's soft sword, he then asked indifferently, "From the looks of it, you use a sword too?"
Xiao Chuanqi flicked his wrist, and the soft sword in his hand made a whooshing sound, producing layers of sword flowers in the air.
"Very well, since it's like this, I shall see how much your sword in hand really weighs!"
After the gray-clothed swordsman finished speaking, there was a sudden clanging sound in the hall. His longsword unsheathed with incredible speed.
"Kill!" Xiao Chuanqi, after all, was a battle-hardened general, exuding a chilling killing intent. He immediately thrust out, and the soft sword in his hand swept like a bolt of silk snaking through the air.
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In the air, there was suddenly a clang, sparks flying in all directions. The two swords collided and then both parties quickly retreated, clearly probing each other.
Ye Feng sat in his wheelchair, his expression still as undisturbed as an ancient well. Unknown to the onlookers, Xiao Chuanqi's truly formidable weapon wasn't the soft sword; since he only brought out the soft sword, it indicated he was fully confident against this Heng Mountain swordsman.
In the blink of an eye, the two engaged again, with their swords striking out at lightning speed. It took only a moment for them to exchange more than a dozen moves.
Suddenly, with a clatter, the Xuan Iron Longsword fell to the ground. Xiao Chuanqi flicked his wrist, and the soft sword thrust at an angle, changing direction mid-air, slashing across the opponent's wrist.
The Heng Mountain swordsman's right arm went limp in an instant, appearing to be disabled. As a swordsman, with his right hand out of commission, he could no longer wield a sword, essentially losing most of his power.
Xiao Chuanqi flicked his soft sword, resting it directly on the opponent's neck, and then said word by word, "What else have you got to say now?"
The Heng Mountain swordsman clenched his teeth and said coldly, "Defeated by your hand, I have nothing to say. But what I want to say is, if I die today, you won't live long either. What I can tell you is that in my Southern Territory Heng Mountain Sword Sect, there are countless sword masters. Any one of them could make you beg for mercy!"
Xiao Chuanqi laughed and then said, "Very well, you may go."
The Heng Mountain swordsman also laughed, his face showing a smug expression. He couldn't help but snort, "I knew it, you wouldn't dare to kill me. If you did, you'd be hunted endlessly by my Heng Mountain disciples in this life!"
Suddenly, with a swish, Xiao Chuanqi waved his soft sword and cut off the opponent's right ear, then said coldly, "I took one of your ears to tell you, you aren't even worthy to die under my sword. Now, get lost!"
"You…" The Heng Mountain swordsman covered his ear, the whole person writhing in pain and shrieking, "You've got guts, daring to provoke the dignity of Heng Mountain Sword Sect like this. Do you dare to leave a name!"
"Why wouldn't I dare? I am Xiao Chuanqi, the Northern Border Chief Legion Commander!" Xiao Chuanqi laughed coldly.
"Good, very good, Xiao Chuanqi, I will remember you. Just you wait!" The Heng Mountain swordsman said and then turned to leave.
"Stop right there!" At that moment, Ye Feng suddenly spoke.
The Heng Mountain swordsman trembled, struggling to suppress the fear in his heart, turned back, and said, "May I know if you have any further advice? Or do you intend to go back on your word?"
Ye Feng shook his head and smiled, "Go back on my word? We wouldn't deign to do such a thing. Please kindly inform the head of your Sect when you return that I, the Northern King, shall come to visit Heng Mountain on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month."
"What did you say? You want to visit my Heng Mountain Sword Sect? Is it a civil visit or a martial challenge?" The Heng Mountain swordsman asked, visibly moved.
According to the rules of the Martial Arts World, there are two types of visits: a civil visit is naturally a friendly call, while a martial challenge, well, is not so friendly. In fact, it is akin to challenging the Sect, just phrased in a more euphemistic manner.
"What do you think?" Ye Feng looked at him with a cold smile.
"Very well, very well!" The gray-clothed swordsman couldn't help but snort internally, daring to issue a martial challenge to Heng Mountain was practically seeking death!
"I shall certainly convey your message. On the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month, my Heng Mountain Sword Sect will await your distinguished visit!" The swordsman snorted coldly and quickly departed.