“Fellow Daoist of the Eastern Sea, do you really want to attack in front of my Nine Mystic Sword Sect?”
A voice came from the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
It was Tuoba Cheng’s voice.
“I’m Wang Dang from the Tang Mountain Sword Sect, seventh in the inner sect.”
The middle-aged man who condensed the sword light raised his hand and bowed to the mountain gate. “I’m here today on the orders of Master, Sage Ling Tao, to seek justice for Junior Sister Xu Ying.”
He raised his hand, and a long sword materialized in his hand.
“The Sword Dao of the Western Frontier, the strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is extraordinary. The name of the Sword Dao Immortal is well-known.
“I’m challenging a junior disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect today. If you can defeat the sword in my hand, my Tang Mountain Sword Sect will no longer intervene in Junior Sister Xu Ying’s personal grudges.”
Wang Dang raised his eyebrows, and his eyes lit up. “Master said that Junior Sister Xu Ying’s talent is 10 times stronger than mine. If no one from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect can defeat me today, Junior Sister Xu Ying will definitely sweep through the Nine Mystic Mountain in the future.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds shook.
At this moment, the world seemed to condense.
Han Muye’s gaze passed Wang Dang and landed on the old man in the long robe with a black beard.
The Tang Mountain Sword Sect would not have come to the Western Frontier with just a few junior disciples.
This sword cultivator who was the protector of the sect could sense the power of the world. Not only did his Sword Dao have extraordinary cultivation, but his spiritual energy cultivation had reached the Heaven Realm.
A Heaven Realm expert came to the Western Frontier to seek revenge for Xu Ying?
Han Muye smiled.
No matter how highly regarded a junior disciple was, he would not receive such treatment.
The people from the Tang Mountain Sword Sect were here on another mission.
Moreover, this mission was most likely related to him.
Is it for the Fire Source World? he wondered.
The challenge now was just to assess the strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and see if they were qualified to form an alliance with the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.
In the cultivation world, it had always been about strength. Only then could they become allies.
In front of the mountain gate, no one replied to Wang Dang.
The cultivation and combat strength he displayed were extraordinary. Without the combat strength of an Earth Realm expert, one would simply be courting death.
The Tang Mountain Sword Sect was a large sect in the Eastern Sea. It was ranked seventh in the inner sect and was very powerful. Among the junior experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, perhaps only one or two could resist it.
“Let me do it.”
A moment later, a young man in a white robe with a black sword on his back walked forward.
Luo Dongyang, 14th in the inner sect of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Luo Dongyang was the direct disciple of an Elder and cultivated the sword technique. He rarely went to the spiritual land and did not interact much with Han Muye.
Now he strode forward, raised his hand, and unsheathed the sword at his back.
A magnificent sword light condensed.
This sword light was faint and was more than a level inferior to Wang Dang’s magnificent sword light.
However, a battle between sword cultivators did not only depend on cultivation and sword light. It also depended on one’s experience, response before the battle, and one’s sword technique inheritance.
“Luo Dongyang of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is here to experience it.” As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light had slashed down.
A puff of green bamboo instantly appeared in the limestone square and enveloped Wang Dang in the bamboo forest.
Concept.
This bamboo was formed by sword intent. It displayed a deep understanding of the Sword Dao.
As soon as the green bamboo appeared, there was an uproar at the mountain gate.
“Senior Brother can condense the concept of green bamboo!” Someone exclaimed in surprise.
It was obvious that this was Luo Dongyang’s fellow disciple.
Beside the person who spoke, there were also several people in white robes with envious expressions.
“Luo Dongyang is only ranked 14th in the inner sect, right? With such cultivation and combat strength, he’s only ranked 14th in the inner sect?” Someone whispered with a look of disbelief.
After condensing such a sword intent, his combat strength was definitely powerful. Even the deacon elders in the sect were only so-so.
Could it be that the combat strength of the top 10 inner sect disciples could surpass an Earth Realm Elder?
With this strike, the people from the Tang Mountain Sword Sect looked solemn.
Yang Shao looked at Han Muye and saw that his expression did not change at all.
Beside him, the girl, Xu Ying, clenched her fists tightly and stared at Wang Dang, who was covered in green bamboo.
“Boom—”
With a loud bang, water vapor filled the bamboo.
As soon as the water vapor rose, it turned into a water dragon. With a roar, the water dragon broke through the bamboo forest and headed for Luo Dongyang.
The defense of the bamboo forest was broken through. Luo Dongyang trembled and his face turned pale.
Seeing the water dragon charging at him, he shouted in a low voice. The sword in his hand turned into a dazzling stream of light and slashed down at the water dragon.
“Crash—”
The sword split the water dragon.
However, half of it collided with Luo Dongyang, sending him flying.
At the entrance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, a spiritual light swept past and caught Luo Dongyang.
Defeated.
The 14th inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Luo Dongyang, who had condensed sword intent, was defeated in one strike.
Even though they knew that it would be difficult for Luo Dongyang to win, no one expected him to lose so easily.
“14th in the inner sect?” With a draw of his sword, the water dragon turned around. Wang Dang’s expression was arrogant. “The 14th in the inner sect of my Tang Mountain Sword Sect is stronger than you.”
In comparison, did this mean that the Tang Mountain Sword Sect was stronger than the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
Was it because his overall strength was strong, his sword technique inheritance was strong, and his disciples’ aptitude and talent were strong?
Outside the Sword Sect, the expressions of the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect changed.
The Sword Sect Elders hiding behind also had solemn expressions.
Winning or losing was small, but the sect’s reputation was huge.
If Wang Dang defeated Luo Dongyang with a single strike and praised the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for their outstanding swordsmanship, it would be fine.
But now, Wang Dang’s words had pushed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect against the wall.
If no one among the younger generation of the Sword Sect could defeat Luo Dongyang that day, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the entire Western Frontier’s sword cultivators would all lose face.
It would also affirm the reputation of the Eastern Sea Sword Dao.
Wang Dang turned around and raised his sword as he looked at Han Muye, who was motionless.
“Immortal Han of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion.”
