In this world, no sword dares to strike at me, not even a famous sword!
Rao YinYin, in the ruins, was stunned by this arrogant declaration. She struggled to get up, but after the masked person's strike, the residual jian qi in her body was beyond her ability to resist.
Who on earth is this person? The power of his jian qi is even more terrifying than that of Elder Xiao QiXiu...
She had no idea that even Xiao QiXiu himself would not stand a chance against this individual with just one sword strike.
Of course, Xiao QiXiu would never let anyone spread the embarrassing fact that he was defeated in a single blow.
Watching the masked person step out of the house and into the flower sea, Rao YinYin desperately struggled to rise, only to helplessly spit out a mouthful of blood.
She weakly lowered her defiant hand, half her body buried in the ruins, feeling everything before her eyes grow dim.
Su QianQian...
Run!
Little girl, has this sword brought you a lot of pain?
The masked person squatted in front of Su QianQian, trying to make his tone as gentle as possible.
At your age, you should be spoiled in your parents' arms, not running around with this big thing, constantly living in fear because of those assassins!
Come on, hand over the pain to me. I'll bear it for you.
The masked person placed his hand on Mu Ming Cheng Xue, but Su QianQian gritted her teeth and held on tightly, her face full of defiance.
However, with a light flick of his finger against her wrist, the person and sword were separated.
Mu Ming Cheng Xue... The masked person stroked the snow-white greatsword.
This spiritual artifact, which had flown back to its owner's embrace in a haughty manner when touched by Xu XiaoShou that day, now dared not move an inch when grasped.
Ding—
With a flick of his finger, a clear sword hum echoed through nearly the entire inner courtyard.
At the same moment, all the disciples hiding in the spirit site felt their hairs stand on end, as if their souls were being sliced by a sharp blade.
As expected of a famous sword—this time, it's not a fake!
The masked person lightly praised, then lowered his head and said, To be honest, I have visited the Su family in TianSang County.
Upon hearing this, Su QianQian's pupils shrank instantly, and her body began to tremble.
What did you do to my grandfather?! She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.
Oh? Your family hasn't told you?
The masked person was somewhat curious. Seeing the girl's eyes wide with fury, he smiled and placed a hand on her head.
Maybe your grandfather is already dead.
Whoosh—
A cold wind swept through the dark night sky, stirring waves in the flower sea, making the atmosphere feel utterly stagnant.
Su QianQian's eyes trembled, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into the soil.
In that moment, she suppressed the rampaging, violent jian qi in her body and abruptly straightened up.
The suddenly erupting sword intent directly forced the masked person to stagger back.
The nearby red huan flowers were stirred into the air, exploding into powder, as endless jian qi surged from the girl, her black hair whipping wildly.
Innate peak sword intent...
The masked person finally saw what he wanted, but he felt a bit disappointed.
Not enough, far from enough.
If it's only at this level, you might never hurt me in your lifetime, not even a single hair.
I can kill you right now! Su QianQian seemed completely darkened, losing all reason under the impact of his words.
With a wave of her hand, Mu Ming Cheng Xue trembled, trying to fly toward her.
However, the masked person merely glanced at it, and the famous sword instantly fell silent.
Kill!
Without her sword returning to her hand, Su QianQian showed no sign of backing down. Surging jian qi condensed into a massive white qi sword above her head, slashing down with a boom.
Jian qi forming shape—has it begun...
The faint smile hidden under the black cloth went unnoticed as the masked person extended two fingers, easily blocking the powerful strike with just the back of his hand.
Boom!
Though the action seemed effortless, the explosion shattered the great array of the spirit site, blasting a large blank space in the red flower sea.
Moonlight poured down as the masked person held up the jian qi greatsword with his hand, looking down at Su QianQian, who was much shorter than him, and gazing into her reddened eyes.
A light laugh echoed in the silent air.
Not just your grandfather—among your uncles and aunts who dared to strike at me, few are still alive.
Of course, as a sword cultivator, dying by my hand is an honor.
The masked person spoke as if stating the most ordinary truth, but his calm words only fueled Su QianQian's rage.
She could endure the various assassins and killers coming after her, even if it meant her own death.
But to involve her family, she had left the Su family years ago, confining herself within the supposed protection of TianSang Spirit Palace.
She had already lost her freedom, not daring to step out of the palace gates...
Why are you going after them when the famous sword is with me? Su QianQian roared, tears welling in her eyes.
The masked person gazed at her calmly and said slowly, Naive!
You need to understand that the world doesn't operate based on your personal will. Things won't go the way you think they should just because you want them to.
Besides me, the visitors to the Su family are no fewer than those who come to TianSang Spirit Palace looking for you—in fact, there are even more.
After all, that place is much easier to enter than here...
Su QianQian was confused and exclaimed, But the famous sword is in my hands!
With a quick flex and flick of his fingers, the masked person shattered the jian qi greatsword and placed his hand on her head again.
Little girl, you have to know that there are many people in this world who silently care about you.
Even I have obtained several fake swords from the Su family and various places in TianSang County.
Su QianQian's pupils dilated in shock, her body convulsing uncontrollably as she collapsed to the ground.
No, it can't be true. No one's ever told me about this...
No matter how tough she pretended to be on a normal day, at heart, she was just a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl, not even an adult yet.
Under layers of protection from all sides, how could this inexperienced girl have considered everything so thoroughly?
The masked person shook his head, his expression still calm.
To him, this was just stating an ordinary fact. It might be too cruel for the girl in front of him, but stripping away the facade, the world was like this.
Love doesn't always need words.
No, it's not possible... Su QianQian trembled as she backed away, unable to accept any of it. Suddenly, she stopped murmuring to herself.
You're lying! Yes, you're lying!
Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the person before her.
This was an enemy—nothing he said could be believed!
Hatred surged within her. In that instant, the jian qi rampaging through her body and causing endless pain came to a halt, as if summoned, flying out to her surface.
At the same time, the red huan flowers floating in the air also burst with jian qi, forming illusory white swords one after another, all pointing at the masked person.
Ten thousand swords stood in array!
Though she held no sword in her hand, a sword hum signaling a breakthrough echoed through the entire TianSang Spirit Palace, covering the whole mountain range.
Clang—
In that moment, every sword cultivator in the palace, no matter where they were, felt their swords tremble and ring.
Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect?
