Knowing that, right now, many people had already started to doubt whether Zhang Ruochen was still alive or not, and might even have suspected “Lin Yue”.
It could be said that Zhang Ruochen was now walking on thin ice, and if he was not careful, he would probably be doomed.
Therefore, his master clearly died right in front of Zhang Ruochen, but he could only kneel from afar, not daring to approach him at all.
If his identity was exposed, even if he didn’t die in the Sword Pavilion, he would definitely be captured and escorted to the Central Imperial City.
Even at this time, Zhang Ruochen was maintaining maximum rationality, trying to suppress his emotions as much as possible, telling himself that he couldn’t be too impulsive.
Once he was impulsive, he would be failing his Master’s refuge all along, and all his hard work would be ruined.
“Boss Lin Yue, what’s wrong with you?”
Behind them, Mu Jiji and Xun Hua Liu rushed up, from both the left and right directions, helping Zhang Ruochen, who was kneeling on the ground, up.
At the same time, the Buried Moon Sword Saint beside him, also stared towards Zhang Ruochen, revealing a puzzled expression.
Zhang Ruochen lowered his head, trying his best not to let anyone see the blood and tear stains in his eyes, as he pressed his palm on the location of the wound on his right leg, and pinched the already healed wound, back together, and said, “It’s nothing, it’s just that I was slashed by that Half-Saint of the Undying Blood Race on my leg earlier, and the injury hasn’t recovered yet, and just now it flared up again.”
When Mu Jiji saw Zhang Ruochen’s leg, there was indeed blood spilling out, he was very worried, “Boss, you’re injured so badly, why are you still standing, recuperating at ease is the right thing to do.”
Just now, the Burying Moon Sword Saint’s attention was completely focused on the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, thus he didn’t see Zhang Ruochen kneeling on the ground, and only thought that his leg injuries were too heavy and he fell to the ground.
The Buried Moon Sword Saint commanded and said, “Lin Yue, the Sword Discussion Conference is also nearing its end, so since you’ve been injured very badly, you should retreat first to recuperate your injuries.”
“Hmm.”
Zhang Ruochen, his head still lowered, answered.
Xun Hua Liu and Mu Jiji assisted Zhang Ruochen and retreated towards the back.
Only when they retreated to the edge of the white square did Zhang Ruochen stop and turned back, glancing in the direction of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint’s corpse.
“Master, I will definitely cultivate into a Sword Saint, head to Nine Spectres City, and defeat the Nine Spectres Sword Saint with my own hands as a disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint.”
In Zhang Ruochen’s heart, he secretly swore.
Although Zhang Ruochen knew that the Xuan Gui Sword Saint and the Nine Spectres Sword Saint were a fair duel. The Nine Spectres Sword Saint was not to blame for the death of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint.
However, this duel would definitely affect the reputation of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, while the Nine Spectres Sword Saint would receive countless praises and good names, and in the future, all the people in the world would think that the Nine Spectres Sword Saint was more powerful than the Xuan Gui Sword Saint.
In his lifetime, the Xuan Gui Sword Saint was very good at saving face and valued his own glory very highly, it didn’t make sense that, after his death, there wouldn’t be a single disciple who would go and help him earn back his face.
“Nine Ghosts Sword Saint, take your life for me.”
Second Senior Brother Zhu Hongtao’s fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were all bloodshot as he roared out, a shocking savage beast aura erupted from his body, causing the entire White Stone Plaza to kick up a fierce wind.
“Whew.”
The saints present, naturally, were prepared for this, immediately holding up their Sacred Soul Domains, protecting all of the disciples behind them.
Zhu Hongtao was an ancient relic species, his physique was quite powerful, possessing a Saint level cultivation, and his combat strength was only a step short of that of his eldest senior brother, the Qingxiao Saint.
Zhu Hongtao’s height, which was already four metres and three meters tall, after he went completely berserk, his body emitted crackling sounds, and his body swelled several times again.
A ferocious light shone in his eyes, and with a stomp of his feet, he rushed out of the concave pit, striking out a huge fist print, striking at the Nine Spectres Sword Saint’s chest.
Before the fist print landed on the Nine Spectres Sword Saint’s body, the powerful qi emitted first sent the six Half Saint Ancestors of the Black Market behind the Nine Spectres Sword Saint flying out.
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint stood motionless in place, and he was not seen using his Saint Sword, he just stretched out a withered finger and pointed it forward.
“Pfft!”
An ordinary finger, but as if penetrating a layer of paper, it pierced through Zhu Hongtao’s chest, leaving a blood hole the size of a wine glass.
Zhu Hongtao flew backwards and with a bang, crashed back into the large pit.
The gaze of the Nine Spectres Sword Saint was very indifferent as he said, “Even your master, the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, died under the old man’s sword, so you’re too out of your depth to actually dare to make a move against the old man?”
“Old piker ……”
Zhu Hongtao roared out and rolled over, about to go and battle the Nine Spectres Sword Saint once again.
“Just now, old me spared your life as I was mindful of the fact that the Xuan Gui Sword Saint had just fallen, and that your mood was, well, understandable. You actually dare to continue offending the old me, do you really think that the old me doesn’t dare to kill you?”
The eyes of the Nine Pale Sword Saint were chilled as he merged his two fingers together and pinched them into a sword technique, and a very powerful sword qi converged towards the two fingers.
When Eldest Brother Qing Xiao Sage saw that the Nine Sepulchre Sword Saint’s body was emanating a murderous aura, clearly moving to kill, he realised that it wasn’t good, and immediately executed his body technique, rushing to the front of Zhu Hongtao, and knocking him back with a palm strike.
“Eldest senior brother, why are you blocking me?”Zhu Hongtao roared out.
Saint Qing Xiao clenched his teeth and chided, “Can you calm down a little bit, Senior has only just died, I don’t want to collect your corpse again.”
Zhu Hongtao glared at the Qingxiao Saint for a long time, and in the end, once again, his legs bent and he knelt down in front of the Xuangui Sword Saint’s corpse, both fists pounding his chest as a mournful roar escaped his mouth.
This was a kind of helplessness, knowing that his master was dead right in front of him, but there was no way to avenge him.
The Nine Sephiroth Sword Saint dispersed the sword qi between his two fingers and glanced towards the Qing Xiao Sage, saying, ”You are welcome to come to Nine Sephiroth City to take revenge at any time, but please also remember that next time, old me will definitely not be merciful. If you come one, die one; if you come two, die a pair. There shouldn’t be many disciples of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, right? When all of them are killed one day, it will be quiet!”
Saint Qing Xiao said, “Don’t worry, sooner or later, one day, I will definitely go to Nine Spectres City and defeat you with my own hands.”
“Just by you, I’m afraid you won’t have that chance in your lifetime. Of the few disciples of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, only the Time Transmitter Zhang Ruochen’s natural talent can be considered outstanding. If he were still alive and cultivated for another hundred years, he would have a chance to fight with Old Man. The rest of them, coming to seek revenge on Old Husband is tantamount to sending them to their deaths.”
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint laughed and shook his head as he turned around and travelled towards the distance.
“What an abomination.”
In fact, Wan Ke, the Spirit Pivot Half-Saint, and Huang Yixian, were also very eager to make a move and fight to the death with the Nine Spectres Sword Saint.
However, with their cultivation levels, in front of a Sword Saint, it was as if an ant was looking up at a heavily armed human warrior, and they simply didn’t even have the qualifications to make a move.
Just the powerful Saintly Might emanating from the Nine Sephiroth Sword Saint had suppressed them to the point where they couldn’t move.
The fourth senior brother, Feng Han, put away the monstrous sword of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, and an unseen fervour flashed in his eyes. Immediately after, he let out a cold snort and said, “The Nine Spectres Sword Saint is really too arrogant, he really thinks that we, the senior brothers, won’t be his opponent even after a lifetime of cultivation.”
“I, Feng Han, made a vow today that within a hundred years, I will definitely use the Monstrous Sword to behead the Nine Spectres and sacrifice the deceased spirit of my master. If I am unable to fulfil my vow, I will be allowed to die by five thunderbolts.”
Hearing Feng Han’s oath, several senior brothers were quite moved.
Zhu Hongtao, the second senior brother, slapped Feng Han’s shoulder and said, “Old Four, among us senior brothers, apart from the dead Old Six, you’re the one with the highest talent and the best chance to avenge our master.”
Feng Han nodded and said, “Truth be told, before the duel, Master had already arranged for the aftermath, allowing me to inherit his mantle. If during the duel, his old man has an accident and unfortunately loses, let me take the Monstrous Sword and his corpse to the Central Region.”
Speaking here, Feng Han was already in tears and very indignant, saying, “As the successor of my master’s mantle, I was supposed to avenge my master’s death. In this life, if I can’t defeat the Nine Spectres Sword Saint, how can I stand up to the high hopes that my master has placed on me.”
Since it was a life and death duel, who could predict the ending? It would have been normal for the Xuan Gui Sword Saint to arrange for the aftermath in advance, thus, the several master brothers did not doubt his words.
Besides, the Xuan Gui Sword Saint had indeed been alone with Feng Han before attending the Sword Discussion Conference.
Qing Xiao Sage’s mind was meticulous as he stared towards Feng Han, revealing a thoughtful expression as he said, “Why did Master Teacher ask you to bring the Monstrous Heavenly Sword and his corpse to the Central Region?”
Feng Han stared at Saint Qing Xiao’s eyes and calmly said, “Truth be told, the Monstrous Heavenly Sword hides a great secret, and one must go to the Central Domain to be able to unlock that secret.”
Zhu Hongtao said, “Old Fourth, Second Senior Brother will accompany you to the Central Domain.”
“I’ll go too.”Wan Ke said.
Feng Han shook his head and said, “This matter is of great importance, and my master instructed me that I must go alone. If, someone else travelled with me, it would likely give rise to an unwarranted calamity.”
Afterwards, Feng Han put away the Monstrous Heavenly Sword, and squatted down to hug the corpse of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, his eyes were very sincere, and he said with tears in his eyes, “Don’t worry, brothers and sisters, when I come back from the Central Domain, it will be the time to go to avenge my master’s death.”
Immediately after, Feng Han hugged the corpse of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint and immediately left the Sword Pavilion, disappearing into the night.
Third Senior Brother Wan Ke exhaled a long breath and said, “I really hope that Fourth Senior Brother will succeed and not fail his Master’s expectations.”
Among all the senior brothers, only Huang Yichen was the only one who stared at Feng Han’s back, and in her eyes, a puzzled look appeared.
Because, she knew very well that if the Xuan Gui Sword Saint really wanted to choose a mantle successor, it would definitely be Zhang Ruochen.
How could it be Feng Han?
There was definitely a problem.
Huang Yichen’s gaze stared over towards Eldest Senior Brother Qing Xiao Sage, biting her lip, wanting to speak.
Before confirming with Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yichen didn’t dare to say anything randomly, after all, just now, Feng Han did show his affection, and the Senior Master might not necessarily not pass the mantle to him.
Besides, all the senior brothers and sisters were either half-saints or saints, each one of them was a powerful and renowned figure, could it be that she, a young junior sister of the Fish Dragon Realm, could casually slander them?
Her pair of eyes, looking in all directions, immediately began to search for Zhang Ruochen’s figure.
