Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The Couple Meets Again (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
Dongluo Pass.
The fierce sun blazed like fire, and the land felt like a steaming cage.
Sunlight penetrated through the dense layers of leaves, casting copper coin-sized shimmering spots on the ground.
Upon Dongluo Pass, a winding black flood dragon rushed towards it from afar.
“Roar!!”
The black flood dragon roared and charged toward Dongluo Pass.
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“Ding ding!” “Ding ding!”
Instantly, arrows fell like rain inside Dongluo Pass, densely shooting towards the black flood dragon.
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An Jing, dressed in a black robe, stood on the dragon’s back as protective true qi swept around him, melting the incoming arrows into powder the moment they approached.
As for the rest, they struck the black flood dragon but couldn’t pierce through its scales.
Suddenly, all the arrows dissipated, and a figure appeared atop the city walls, “Ghost Swordsman, long time no see.”
The newcomer was none other than Lin Tianhai, head of the Azure Dragon Sect.
Besides him, there were many other experts from the Demon Sect like Duanmu Xinghua, Yi Daoyun, Luo Zixiang, Shui Zhongyue, Gu Renwo, and others.
“Old man, you’re still not dead?”
An Jing gave a cold smile. The last time they had spoken, this old man had run away before An Jing could finish.
Upon hearing these words, Lin Tianhai became so enraged that he puffed his beard and his face turned bright red.
The incident where the Four Symbols Sect was struck by heavenly thunder and subsequently humiliated by the Ghost Swordsman was the biggest stain of his life.
Duanmu Xinghua gazed at the imposing Ghost Swordsman standing on the back of the black flood dragon and couldn’t help but frown, “Is this man the Ghost Swordsman?”
The swordsman, whose fame was currently at its peak in the Great Yan martial world, was someone Duanmu Xinghua, even far away at Dongluo Pass, often heard about. Seeing him today, he indeed appeared to be extraordinary.
Putting aside whether his sword skills were as legendary as rumored, just the exotic beast, the black flood dragon beneath him, was enough to make someone’s blood run cold with fear.
Shui Zhongyue spoke with a grave expression, “Yes, he is the Ghost Swordsman.”
He had seen the Ghost Swordsman fight with Liu Qingshan when he was in Yu State City.
A glint of cold light surfaced in the eyes of Yi Daoyun, the White Tiger Sword Immortal, “I really want to see his sword dao.”
The Ghost Swordsman had successively defeated Heavenly Sword and Zhong Binru and later even slain Qi Shu. His reputation had already surpassed his, and it seemed that in anyone’s view, Yi Daoyun had no chance of winning. However, at this moment, he was still eager to fight with the Ghost Swordsman.
A person’s reputation precedes them like the shadow of a tree.
Many experts from the Demon Sect fixed their eyes on An Jing above the black flood dragon, many displaying nervous expressions.
An Jing, however, had eyes as calm as still water, and he said indifferently, “Today, I have come to the Demon Sect only to slay the Sect Hierarch’s lackeys. I can spare the innocent, but if you insist on being obstinate, then don’t blame my merciless sword.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed like rolling thunder in the hearts of the Demon Sect crowd.
At the same time, Luo Chongyang, Universal Literary Vajra, and many other experts were hurrying over.
Luo Chongyang looked even calmer than An Jing, as if he was not there to break the Demon Sect, but rather as if he was out for a leisurely stroll.
And Universal Literary Vajra had his hands together, his face marked by solemnity.
Chen Ayi, who usually had a pale complexion, was now flushed red with anger, drawing his long blade with fierce murder in his eyes, almost without any attempt to hide it.
The looks on people’s faces varied, but the atmosphere in the air had solidified, and everyone could sense the sparks drifting in the air.
With a light touch, it could turn into a raging inferno.
At the same time, martial arts experts hastily approaching from the surroundings were filled with doubt and uncertainty, whispering among themselves.
“Today, the big battle is finally going to start.”
“It’s just unknown whether the Ghost Swordsman can shake the thousand-year-old tree that is the Demon Sect.”
“If the Ghost Swordsman can kill that Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, we will lend him our voices to raise his reputation.”
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These onlookers had their own calculations, with the outcome of this battle determining whether they would become the straw that breaks the Demon Sect’s back.
A murderous intent emerged at the corner of Duanmu Xinghua’s mouth, “Good, today I will catch you all in one fell swoop.”
“Arrogant!”
The Blissful Child sneered coldly and took a step forward.
Boom!
The ground suddenly crumbled, spreading out in a web of terrifying cracks from the point where his foot landed.
“The Blissful Child!?”
Seeing the child appear, many of the Demon Sect experts were taken aback.
An expert Grandmaster of Zhao Country, although not very active in recent years to the point where some of the younger generation in Zhao Country hadn’t even heard of his name, the older generation of experts still knew of him.
Lin Tianhai pointed at the Blissful Child and shouted, “A brat dares to spout such wild words?”
“Looking for death!”
The Blissful Child leaped forth, and soon after, his body was wreathed in flames as intense as a raging inferno as he struck forward with his palm.
“Thump!”
Qi force shattered, transforming into a fierce wave of fiery palm prints.
He unleashed a full-force palm strike at the outset!
“Well met!”
Lin Tianhai refused to show weakness, as he slapped his longspear, which burst forth with light as swift and fierce as thunder, piercing towards the oncoming palm print.
Boom!
The moment the true qi collided, shockwaves billowed and frantically dispersed in all directions.
Lin Tianhai snorted coldly, his figure moved, vanishing from everyone’s line of sight.
“I’ll start by slaying a Grandmaster of the Demon Sect as an offering to the heavens.”
A trace of blood appeared in the Blissful Child’s eyes as he charged forward.
Everyone only saw the sky full of true qi suddenly explode, whirling and rolling outwards, as the heat waves insanely spread to the distances, elevating the intensity of battle to a new level.
An Jing brandished the longsword in his hand, speaking indifferently, “There’s no need for more idle talk, let’s reveal the truth in our clashing skills. Where is the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect?”
The Black Flood Dragon growled and charged forward.
“Where do you think you’re going!?”
Just as An Jing was about to rush forward, a clear voice came hurdling from afar.
Following that was a massive palm print descending from the heavens.
“Boom!”
An Jing’s gaze was cold as ice, his hand slapped the Evil Suppressing Sword.
“Whoosh!”
A sword light as ethereal as moonlight soared, tearing fiercely through the sky.
The sword light danced, instantly piercing through the palm print.
“Huh!?”
Although he had pierced the palm print, An Jing still felt a trace of unease.
The previously shattered palm print reassembled and continued its onslaught downwards.
“Roar!”
Only the low growl of the Black Flood Dragon was heard before it quivered and vanished from the spot.
“Thump!”
The enormous palm print struck the ground, trembling the very earth itself.
Apart from Lin Tianhai and the Blissful Child, who were locked in combat, all eyes turned to look.
It was a white-haired old man whose expression was cold as frost; he appeared not within Dongluo Pass but outside it.
An Jing asked the elder, “Who are you?”
The exchange of moves just now made him aware of the elder’s extraordinary strength, and although both had Second Qi, the elder’s might was even greater than that of Qi Shu.
The elder said faintly, “Sealing Demon Platform, Ouyang Ping.”
An Jing muttered to himself, “Ouyang Ping?”
He didn’t know Ouyang Ping, but he was aware of the Sealing Demon Platform, known to be a sacred place of the Demon Sect.
“Ouyang Ping? What a familiar name.”
“Could it be the Ouyang Ping of the Four Symbols Qian Kun, the previous leader of the Heavenly Sect?”
“So it’s him.”
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Meanwhile, the surrounding area instantly buzzed with discussion, as the appearance of Ouyang Ping was obviously shocking to everyone.
Luo Chongyang glanced at the newcomer and mused to himself, “So people from the Sealing Demon Platform have come too?”
Ouyang Ping, with one hand behind his back, gazed at An Jing and his companions, “Today, you petty individuals can only become lost souls beneath the gate; I might well pay tribute to you next year.”
“Old man, don’t be too certain of your words,” replied An Jing as he stamped his foot, and the Black Flood Dragon opened its enormous jaws, biting fiercely at Ouyang Ping.
“Roar!”
The Black Flood Dragon was extremely fast, and its formidable body flashed through the heavens and earth, accompanied by the chilling sound of tearing the air.
“What a formidable beast!”
Ouyang Ping instantly felt an increased pressure, his body flickered as he struck out with his palm at the Black Flood Dragon.
The palm print struck like a mountain, causing the air around to frantically flee to the sides, forming terrifying gusts of wind. Dongluo Pass, already filled with flying sand, became even more obscured in the tumult.
“Thud! Thud!”
The Black Flood Dragon didn’t dodge or evade, its claws lashing out towards the handprint.
Ouyang Ping’s Protective True Qi was instantly torn apart by the powerful blood energy, while the Black Flood Dragon transformed into a black light and continued to charge forward.
A gleam of surprise flashed in Ouyang Ping’s eyes as he vaulted into the distance to avoid the Black Flood Dragon’s attack.
But before he could steady himself, dark clouds filled the sky overhead, overshadowing the blazing sun, and thunder roared in an instant.
“Boom!”
A clap of thunder struck down from the sky, aimed at Ouyang Ping.
Shrinking Land into Inches!
Ouyang Ping used the Master’s Secret Technique just in time to narrowly evade the lightning strike.
“Crash!”
The thunderbolt struck the ground, creating a pit one zhang in size that even emitted wisps of smoke.
This top expert who was guarding the Sealing Demon Platform was suddenly forced into a dangerous situation, fleeing everywhere.
“This is terrifying….!”
Many experts witnessed the Black Flood Dragon’s fearsome power for the first time, breaking out in cold sweat down their spines.
Duanmu Xinghua’s brows furrowed as she saw this scene. She circulated her True Qi, preparing to step forward to rescue Ouyang Ping.
“Duanmu benefactor, please stop.”
The Universal Literary Vajra looked at the eager Duanmu Xinghua, bringing his hands together in a gesture of respect.
As he spoke, a golden light surged behind him.
Duanmu Xinghua’s eyes darkened, saying, “Universal Literary Vajra, the Demon Sect and the Buddhist sects have kept to their own waters in recent years. Why must you meddle in these muddy waters?”
Even in the eyes of the world, a Vajra at the second Qi peak was a top expert. Duanmu Xinghua did not believe she could defeat him.
The Universal Literary Vajra brought his hands together and replied impassively, “This matter concerns the Buddhist sects only in that it involves karma between the Ghost Swordsman and me.”
“In that case, we of the Demon Sect will bear this in mind,” she replied.
Knowing the Universal Literary Vajra’s intention, Duanmu Xinghua could only step back and face him instead.
Golden light and black light crisscrossed, piercing through the expanse of the world, and the clashing Qi forces made heaven and earth rumble.
The White Tiger Sword Immortal wielded his longsword with extreme sharpness, taking on both Su Lian and Su Yue by himself.
At the same time, the great battle officially commenced. The experts behind An Jing charged towards Dongluo Pass.
Experts from within the Demon Sect also emerged. These were the Sect’s finest warriors; even a single one taken at random would be a formidable expert in Jianghu.
The sounds of battle were deafening, reverberating through heaven and earth, especially as several Grandmasters clashed, causing the very ground to shake.
“Kill!”
Seeing that the Grandmasters were held at bay, Chen Ayi and Zeng Fanqing dared to enter the fray, steering clear of the Sect’s Grandmasters.
Compared to the Universal Literary Vajra and the likes of Su Lian and Su Yue, these two were truly exerting themselves in battle. Yet with their First Grade power, they were quickly intercepted by Demon Sect warriors.
But they themselves knew that to truly crush the Demon Sect was not contingent upon them but rather upon that man in the black robe in the distance.
They were merely there to bolster his might.
“Uncle Luo, cover for me. I shall take the head of the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect!”
An Jing transmitted his message to Luo Chongyang in the distance.
He wanted to personally take down a half-step Master, to first ease the resentment in his heart.
Luo Chongyang nodded slightly and replied, “There are still experts in the Sealing Demon Platform who have yet to act. I will hold them off for you, but once that old guy appears, I won’t be able to hold out for long.”
Reassured by Luo Chongyang’s words, An Jing quickly headed toward Dongluo Pass.
“The Ghost Swordsman is coming!”
Seeing An Jing approach Dongluo Pass sent a chill down the spines of many experts from the Demon Sect.
While Duanmu Xinghua, Yi Daoyun, and Lin Tianhai were held up, the few remaining First Grade experts from Heavenly Sect only dared to watch from afar, not daring to take any action.
“If you won’t come out, then I’ll keep killing until you do!”
An Jing, holding the Evil Suppressing Sword, looked up at the formidable pass in front of him.
As he finished speaking, An Jing raised the Evil Suppressing Sword.
The next moment, a sandstorm spread out, countless True Qi converged upon the Evil Suppressing Sword, its chilling radiance swirling between heaven and earth, piercing into everyone’s bones with icy sharpness.
Feeling the oncoming chill, Luo Chongyang muttered to himself, “The Evil Suppressing Sword really suits him.”
“Such a terrifying mastery of the Sword Dao.”
Gasping for breath, Yi Daoyun’s eyes were filled with shocked light. He understood the Ghost Swordsman’s swordsmanship better than anyone else.
No wonder Cui Daoxian and Zhong Binru had been defeated by him; even Lin Yiyang’s swordsmanship was likely far inferior to his.
An Jing swung the Evil Suppressing Sword, its blade releasing a sweep of a heaven-spanning Sword Light.
The sword light had not yet surged forth when, in the moment before it did, the Demon Sect experts and the various fighting individuals hurriedly leaped away toward the distance.
“Hiss!”
“Thud! Thud!”
That stroke of sword light heavily struck the mighty pass above, instantly emitting an astonishing sound. Subsequently, the city wall that had stood for hundreds of years suddenly cracked apart.
“Boom!”
The city wall collapsed, kicking up a skyful of dust, burying everyone in the smoke and causing the entire Dongluo Pass to tremble.
As the dust settled, the world suddenly became clear again. The walls of Dongluo Pass had vanished, leaving nothing but ruins.
One sword broke through the pass!
An Jing stood in front of the ruins, his black robe billowing with the wild wind.
In front of him, Dongluo Pass lay completely exposed, especially the Dongluo Tower that towered in the center of the pass.
Duanmu Xinghua and the other Demon Sect experts were slightly startled. They had not expected the centuries-old wall to be split by a single sword strike from the Ghost Swordsman.
An Jing didn’t speak, his foot stepping on the dust as he walked toward the interior of Dongluo Pass.
Not a single person from the Demon Sect dared to make a sound to stop him.
But in the next moment, his footsteps paused slightly.
They saw that ahead, a mass of black fog was rapidly closing in.
“The ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’!?”
Su Yue and Su Lian exchanged a glance, a trace of solemnity appearing in their eyes.
The two, who were cultivating the Heavenly Heart Tribulation, were very sensitive to martial arts secret techniques that exceeded Heavenly Martial, recognizing at a glance the martial skill displayed by the figure ahead.
Luo Chongyang narrowed his eyes and transmitted his voice to An Jing, “This Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect is somewhat strange. Be careful.”
At this moment, An Jing’s eyes were narrowed to slits, staring intently at the figure ahead.
He was naturally not unfamiliar with the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’, as he had practiced it himself and was close to reaching the Fifth Layer realm.
This Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, Jiang Renyi, actually knew this martial art. What did that imply?
Thinking of this, a chill surged within An Jing’s heart.
“Sect Hierarch!”
Duanmu Xinghua, Lin Tianhai, and the others were overjoyed at the emergence of the black fog.
The Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect!?
Everyone looked over, gazing into the black fog.
But not a single person could see the figure within the fog.
In the black fog, Zhao Qingmei looked at the Ghost Swordsman ahead, “Your Excellency really has a big mouth.”
An Jing grasped his longsword and scoffed, “I didn’t expect the infamous Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect to also be a rat hiding its head and showing its tail.”
The figure of the current Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect was not only invisible, but even their voice was produced by the art of abdominal speech.
Zhao Qingmei’s mouth curved with mockery, “What a joke. Who doesn’t know that you are the one who is hiding your head and showing your tail in the world?”
An Jing was unconcerned and then frowned, asking, “It seems you really did get your hands on the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’. Now where is the person who gave you this martial art?”
Tan Yun had said that they had detained Zhao Qingmei in the Sealing Demon Well because of the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’. Now they had obtained this ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’, but he wondered how Zhao Qingmei was faring.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Very much so. If you tell me, I will grant you a swift death.”
“Hahaha.”
Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
An Jing said coldly, “Will you speak or not?”
“It wouldn’t hurt to tell you.”
Zhao Qingmei’s smile faded, and she said indifferently, “The person who gave me this ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ has long been dead.”
The ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ she held came from the hands of the eighth generation Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, and that hierarch had been dead for who knows how many years.
At this point, revealing such a secret didn’t matter anymore.
“Dead!?”
An Jing felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, his brain going blank.
Zhao Qingmei was dead!?
Had he arrived too late?
He staggered several steps backward, nearly falling to the ground.
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