Chapter 712: Chapter 711: The Strong Appear, Something’s Amiss
"What audacity!"
Han Sen was taken aback by what he heard.
As someone who grew up in the Left Sect, he naturally held a close affinity to the Holy Monarch. When he heard that someone audaciously intended to destroy the Saint, and that it was someone of his own generation, he was naturally incensed.
"There have been rumors amongst the upper echelons of the Right Sect that Yao Mie Sheng indeed shows signs of being the Destroying Saint. His abilities are not inferior to those of the Zidu Ancestor of his same generation, perhaps even surpassing him."
When Yun Chuoxi declared this in a serious tone, Han Sen was stunned, as were the others.
The Zidu Ancestor was one of the strongest Sect Masters in the history of the Ghost Lethal Sect, one of the top ten figures of that era. He was almost undefeated throughout his life, and Yao Mie Sheng was even better than him?
If this were not just the Right Sect’s bluff, it could be foreseen that this person was truly terrifyingly powerful. So powerful that it was frightening! Looking at the Left Sect, no, the entire Martial World, who could rival him?
"Given the chance, I’d like to test myself against him, to see who is stronger,"
Shi Xiaole said in a nonchalant tone.
Yun Chuoxi and the others knew of his arrogant nature and loose language, so they didn’t pay his words much mind. However, his loud remark was overheard by nearby Left Sect experts and some interested individuals from the Right Sect.
"Where did this dog come from, trying to compare himself to the Young Master? He’s truly overestimating his abilities!"
"After all, it doesn’t cost anything to talk big, but in life, there are some things you can’t just blurt out. I’ll make this brat pay for it."
"What a foolish creature, totally ignorant of his own limitations!"
A good number of the Right Sect grumbled, their eyes fixed firmly on Shi Xiaole, as though they’d marked him as a target.
"I’ve taken note of everyone who just spoke. Soon, I’ll trample you under my foot one by one,"
Surprising to the Right Sect’s members, that arrogant fellow actually threatened them in return, acting as if he’d already pronounced their sentences.
"Seeking death!"
The young people of the Right Sect were infuriated. Even the mature generation was somewhat incensed.
In their hearts, the Young Master represented the future of the Right Sect and one of the most outstanding individuals in the Ghost Lethal Sect’s history. How could they tolerate him being insulted by insignificant people?
The air was filled with murderous intent.
At the Ghost Lethal Conference, each stage was a battlefield, allowing enemy combatants to fight. Both Sects seemed to have an unspoken agreement, using this competition to weaken each other’s strength.
In the minds of a number of Right Sect members, Shi Xiaole had quite accurately become a person who must be killed.
In the next half a day, several more groups from both Sects arrived. There were not many of them, but each of them was an expert.
Shi Xiaole paid careful attention to the opposite side, scanning them covertly with his spiritual power, trying to identify the Young Master through his aura, but to no avail.
Was the opponent’s hiding skill too good, exceeding his own detection ability, or had he simply not arrived yet?
For some reason, a vague sense of unease rose in Shi Xiaole’s heart.
On a starry night, the people of both Sects sat in silence. Nevertheless, the enmity between them, which had been brewing for a long time and had fermented throughout the day, was growing stronger and stronger.
The woven night sky was like a tightly stretched net, so tense that it was suffocating.
As the dawn broke and the morning fog began to turn red with the sunrise, it felt like a rolling tide of blood. A domineering aura that enveloped the sky and the earth followed, causing everyone from the two Sects to look up in shock.
"Red Demon Ancestor, you’ve finally arrived,"
A refined voice was heard from the first tier.
"How could I not accept your invitation from the Left Sect?"
A figure in red landed on the top step. Shi Xiaole could vaguely see that it was a short, elderly man dressed in red.
Each step he took felt as if it was stomping on their hearts, inducing a feeling of weakness throughout their bodies. Looking around, it seemed the same was true for everyone else.
It was said that Void Origin Realm masters had attained the unity of man and nature and blended with the universe. Watching the movements of the old man in red, it seemed he was following some peculiar rule, inducing a resonance of all sides. That was indeed true to the legend.
To those on the outside, such a high realm was unreachable. No, it was something one could not even dream of!
Only when the old man in red entered the fog did that oppressive aura disappear.
"This person is the Grand Elder of Nether Demon Hall, the Red Demon Ancestor."
A voice whispered to Shi Xiaole, causing a feeling of shock in his heart.
According to what he knew, out of the six paths of Demon Door, the Left Sect was on good terms with Dreamy Sect and Langyao Sect. Meanwhile, Nether Demon Hall and Hell Gate sided with the Right Sect. The alignment of the Infinite Demon Sea Sect was ambiguous, swinging back and forth.
Why had the Left Sect invited Nether Demon Hall this time? It seemed that no other forces were involved in the previous Ghost Lethal Conferences.
An astonishing event followed soon after.
After the Red Demon Ancestor, a middle-aged sword practitioner suddenly descended from the sky. The Sword Qi he brought with him was like a torrential downpour, bathing the world. Marvelling at the countless sword threads cutting through the void, Shi Xiaole heard the sounds of gasps and coughing up blood.
It was not that the middle-aged sword practicer had purposefully shown off his power. Rather, it was his aura, which triggered the sword realms of the other sword practitioners present. The resultant clash led them to suffer a backlash. Fortunately, only minor injuries were inflicted, not affecting their strength at all.
"Not good!"
Shi Xiaole’s small green sword within him suddenly started to act up. Panicking, he quickly tried to suppress it. Yet, it was to no avail. Once his Sword Qi was exposed, he would certainly be dead and buried.
At the critical moment, Shi Xiaole instinctively used his Demon Martial Way and Illusion Martial Way to suppress his Wind Sword Way, barely managing to control the Heavenly Sword Qi. It wasn’t until the middle-aged sword practicer’s aura dissipated that the Heavenly Sword Qi finally stabilized.
"That’s the Langya Sword Emperor of the Langyao Sect. His sword technique is superb and unmatched in the Flying Horse Dynasty."
Perhaps because he was the head of Ghost Guards, Yun Chuoxi took the initiative to brief Shi Xiaole, unaware of his abnormal condition.
Shi Xiaole raised an eyebrow. He was particularly sensitive to the term ’Sword Emperor.’ Nevertheless, he dismissed his agitation in an instant.
Langya Sword Emperor, although having the name of ’Sword Emperor,’ was not equivalent to the Sword Emperor itself. Amongst the top ten masters of the current Flying Horse Dynasty, Galan Sword Emperor, who held the ninth rank, also held the title ’Sword Emperor’.
There were also several other well-known Void Origin swordsmen who seemed to have such titles too.
But no one dared to claim directly as the Sword Emperor!
The intimidating aura displayed by the Langya Sword Emperor as soon as he appeared was indeed astounding and shocking. One can only wonder how powerful the real Sword Emperor would be?
Withdrawing his gaze from the first tier, Shi Xiaole silently repressed his yearning and the indescribable emotions in his heart.
No sooner had one wave subsided than another arose.
After the Red Demon Ancestor and Langya Sword Emperor, three more Void Origin Realm masters arrived, each one more horrifying than the last.
Upon entering the mist, it was as if even the mountains could not bear their weight. In everyone’s sight, it seemed the void was trembling violently.
"The Nether Demon Hall, the Langyao Sect, the Dreamy Sect, the Hell Gate, and the Infinite Demon Sea Sect, what exactly happened for each sect to send a Void Origin Realm master?"
All the members from both the Right and Left Sect were dumbfounded.
Even the foolish ones sensed that something was amiss. What was so peculiar about this Ghost Lethal Sect meeting?
Shi Xiaole turned to look at Yun Chuoxi next to him. Recalling her earlier introduction, he mentally conveyed a message in a very calm tone. "Miss, shouldn’t you mention some things to me in advance so that Zong Yue can prepare?"
After a moment of silence, at the very moment Shi Xiaole was filled with disappointment, Yun Chuoxi said, "In this Ghost Lethal Sect meeting, we, the Left Sect, intend to claim the orthodoxy in one fell swoop, and from then on there will only be one Ghost Lethal Sect in the world!"
Why?
Shi Xiaole repeatedly asked, but Yun Chuoxi did not respond again. So he had no choice but to suppress his curiosity, with a secret sense of caution in his heart.
"Now that everyone is here, Senior Brother Yao, let’s start."
"Junior Brother Yun, you seem very confident. Hehe, I’m really looking forward to it."
Two voices came from the first tier, followed by a burst of two sparks in mid-air.
It turned out that someone on the second tier had made a move. It was two Divine Border Realm Nine-layer masters. Under the clash of the sword and the blade, the void several hundred feet high became an ocean of sword Qi, and the void was cut apart.
"Young brats from the Right Sect, who dares to challenge me!"
"Trash from the Left Sect, come and meet your death!"
The third tier, the fourth tier, the fifth tier... It was as if dominoes were being toppled, with battles starting instantly. Both the sects have been struggling for years and have long held great animosity against each other, swearing to eradicate the opposing party quickly.
Bursts of Vigorous Air erupted, like countless bombs. For a while, debris was flying all over the sky before being crushed into dust. Fortunately, the place was quite open and could withstand the chaos of the Earth Immortal’s battle.
"That kid, come here!"
On the ninth tier, many of the Right Sect’s younger and stronger members faced off impatiently, aimed directly at Shi Xiaole, and determined to kill him without any mercy. This surprised both sides.
"This guy is really troublemaker!"
Despite a battle unfolding before him, Mo Wan murmured under his breath.
"Are you all rushing to die? Whoever wants to come first, I, Sect Master, will grant your wishes one by one."
Being invited to battle by many, Shi Xiaole stepped forward fearlessly. His tall figure exerted an unusual pressure. His disdainful expression further enraged those from the Right Sect.
"You all stay put, let me handle this!"
A young man from the Right Sect attacked in anger. His fist radiating a five-colored light, like a rainbow, hit directly toward Shi Xiaole’s head.
This person was merely at the Two-layer of Divine Border Realm, yet he possessed the attack power of the top Twice Tier. He was undoubtedly a genius and not inferior to Xiao Yujian.
Whoosh!
Who would have thought that the young man from the Right Sect, who came so quick, was sent flying even quicker by Shi Xiaole. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his eyes bulged out.
The back row was filled with uproar. Those Right Sect masters prepared to make a move halted in their tracks. They were clearly taken aback by the extent of Shi Xiaole’s strength.
In fact, relying on the information from the Right Sect’s hidden posts, some of them recognized Zong Yue. However, his combat achievements in the residence were not revealed, so they had no idea about his exact strength.
"Sorrowful Hand!"
A cold surge of Vigorous Air rushed toward him. It seemed like countless tentacles were grabbing at Shi Xiaole’s thirty-six acupoints.
The person who made this move was a man with ghost symbols painted on his face. His attack reached the peak of the Third Tier, and his cultivation reached the three layers of Divine Border Realms.
"Trying to catch me off-guard?"
Shi Xiaole’s spiritual power was impressive and he immediately noticed that while the opponent’s move seemed to be directed at him, the hidden follow-up move was subtly aimed at Yun Chuoxi behind him.
Naturally, after many years of hostility, how could the Right Sect not recognize Yun Chuoxi?
"Illusory Ripple Fist!"
Without retreating, Shi Xiaole punched straight out. The shining fist’s aura transformed into interlocking circles. A streak of light followed the weird path formed by the circles, wandering freely, cleverly drilling through the opponent’s defense.
This was the second move of the Life and Death Sword Technique created by Shi Xiaole in the past, which he now used with illusion martial arts and fist techniques.
There was a ’Puff’ sound!
The man with ghost symbols painted on his face screamed in pain and was flung away.
"Fan Xiang is one of the top five young masters of our sect after the Young Master himself. He is not his opponent even with a single move?!"
The Right Sect crowd screamed loudly, their faces full of shock.
