Gradually, between the two stone mountains, a cultivator with a strong aura came out, with a cultivation level as low as the Fish Dragon Realm.
Among them, there were mostly characters from the older generation, but of course, there were also some sons and daughters of the younger generation, all of them were heavenly prides.
The Liku Half-Saint walked over to the corpses of those blood slaves and examined them, his face turned very cold and said, “All of them are from the Yu Family of Wanxiang County, so it seems that the Undying Blood Clan has already exterminated the Yu Family.”
The Yu Family, was one of the peripheral families of the Prison Suppression Ancient Clan, and also the number one family in Wanxiang County.
At the earliest, it was the Guo Family of Fengnan County, followed by the Wu Family of North Yue County, the Park Family of Si County, and now it was finally the turn of the Yu Family of Wanxiang County.
Before and after, four peripheral families had been tragically exterminated.
Even though when the Guo Family was exterminated, the current patriarch of the Zhen Prison Ancient Clan immediately ordered the major peripheral families to disperse their clansmen and lead their elite sons and daughters back to the Underworld Sword Mound.
However, some of the outlying clans that were farther away had not reacted so quickly and, in the end, suffered extinction.
The clansmen of the Ancient Prison Suppressor Clan, seeing this scene in front of them, all revealed angry expressions.
“The Immortal Blood Clan is just too much, we can’t tolerate it any longer, we must take the initiative to launch an attack and drive them out of the Yuanfu.”
The person who spoke was a woman in a palace dress who was probably in her thirties, with rather thick black eyebrows, a wide jaw, and a green-coloured holy sword on her back, exuding a sharp aura all over her body.
Another old man with a head full of silver hair, however, shook his head repeatedly and said, ”Everyone must be calm, the Undying Blood Clan is trying to provoke us, forcing us to go out to meet the battle as a way of depleting our strength. The more this time, the more we must not be chaotic.”
The palace-suited woman snorted coldly, “Are we still afraid of them? In Yuanfu, not to mention the district Undying Blood Race, even the power of the imperial court is far inferior to us. Once the war starts, the Immortal Blood Race will definitely lose.”
“That’s right, there are already four peripheral clans and hundreds of thousands of clansmen have suffered, we can’t endure any longer.”?”We must fight and make the Undying Blood Clan pay for their blood.”?”Yuanfu is the territory of our Prison Zhen Ancient Clan, we can’t allow the Undying Blood Clan to run wild, if we continue to toss and turn, I don’t know how many more clansmen will be drained of their blood or turned into blood slaves.”
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The vast majority of the younger generation of cultivators supported the battle, their body’s rage burning a passionate blood to a boil.
However, there were also some who did not support a hard fight with the Immortal Blood Clan right now, having many worries.
Zhang Ruochen could sort of see that the Ancient Prison Zhen Clan should be divided into the main war faction and the conservative faction nowadays. As he was new to this world, he was not in a good position to make a statement, so he also stood aside and remained silent.
Just as the two major factions, were arguing, that young sword-wielder, however, fixed his gaze towards the monstrous sword on Zhang Ruochen’s back, and then, shifted his gaze to Zhang Ruochen’s body, and opened his mouth, “You’re the disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Sage, Zhang Ruochen?”
Zhang Ruochen raised his head and glanced towards the sword-wielder, frowning slightly.
We were all sword-wielders, yet, the other party was standing three feet off the ground, staring at him condescendingly, would it be too impolite?
Moreover, there were also the seniors of the Prison Zhen Ancient Clan present, all of them were standing on the ground, and he was the only one who was flying off the ground.
Out of politeness, Zhang Ruochen didn’t think too much of it and nodded gently, saying, “Exactly. How do you call yourself, Your Excellency?”
Before that sword-wielder could speak, Li-Min, who stood beside Zhang Ruochen, was the first to say, “He is the only disciple of the Green Feather Sword Saint, Xiang Zhengfeng. Last year, when the Green Feather Sword Saint sat down at the Spirit Cuckoo Mound, he passed the Heaven Execution Sword to him, and Prince Xiang is already the new generation of sword holders.”
Ri Min secretly glanced at Xiang Zhengfeng, and immediately, colliding with the other party’s eyes, he immediately lowered his head shyly.
Xiang Zhengfeng did not have the slightest bit of other emotions, just like his name, he appeared to be upright and upright.
With a chastising tone, he said, “Since, you are the disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Saint, and you have brought the Monstrous Sword to the Underworld Sword Graveyard, it also means that you will become the new generation of sword bearers, and will shoulder the responsibility of guarding the Sword Graveyard.”
He added, “Then, this seat would like to ask you, when the blood slaves attacked the Sword Mound on a large scale just now, why didn’t you make a move?”
Xiang Zhengfeng’s voice was extremely loud, causing the clansmen of the Prison Suppression Ancient Clan to all quiet down as well. Everyone’s gazes were all fixed on the two young sword-wielders.
Xiang Zhengfeng’s voice had awakened those clansmen of the Zhen Prison Ancient Clan, who all stared at Zhang Ruochen with a puzzled look.
Some of them, even whispered.
“Zhang Ruochen is a major criminal of the court, didn’t the family head say that he wouldn’t be allowed to enter the Underworld Sword Mound?”
“Lol! He is most likely taking refuge in the Sword Mound, hoping that our Prison Suppression Ancient Clan will shelter him.”
“It is said that Zhang Ruochen came to the Central Domain and caused another big trouble, not only killing the four kings of the Military Ministry, but also destroying the Ziyong Pass. He and the Immortal Blood Race do have a common enemy, common interests, and mutual co-operation is extremely possible.”
“It’s really a bit interesting, Zhang Ruochen only just arrived and the Blood Slaves killed over. If I were to say that there isn’t something fishy in it, I would be the first to disbelieve it.”
“The blood slaves attacked over, but Zhang Ruochen didn’t come out with his sword, instead, he inquired about the clan’s formation, I’m afraid that his purpose of coming to the Stygian Sword Mound is really not pure.”
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Zhang Ruochen’s ears were infused with two divine seals, and the half-saint’s voice transmission could not be hidden from his ears at all, so naturally, he heard the words of those clansmen from the Ancient Clan of Prison Suppression clearly.
If it wasn’t for his master’s command and the worries from the “King of the Underworld”, Zhang Ruochen really wanted to leave immediately.
Having reached the Half-Saint realm, Zhang Ruochen’s state of mind had improved considerably, and he still appeared unperturbed as he said, “A group of blood slaves, they are not the real Immortal Blood Clan, so even if we deal with them, we need a sword-wielder to take action?”
In fact, if Xiang Zhengfeng hadn’t made a move first, Zhang Ruochen would have already made a sword strike and helped the Liku Half-Saint kill those blood slaves.
Only, in the face of Xiang Zhengfeng’s chastisement, Zhang Ruochen was in no mood to explain that much.
Xiang Zhengfeng raised his voice, ”Aren’t the blood slaves a threat to the Sword Mound? Once they are allowed to break into the Stone Mountain Sword Gate, how many clansmen of the Ancient Clan of the Suppressor Prison’s lives will be threatened?”
Hearing Xiang Zhengfeng’s words, the clansmen of the Zhen Gu Clan, naturally, empathised with him, all of them feeling a bit of righteous indignation, giving birth to a strong sense of repulsion towards Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, Xiang Zhengfeng’s putting the safety of the clansmen of the Ancient Clan of the Prison Town in the first place was also supported and affirmed by the crowd.
In their view, Xiang Zhengfeng was the real sword bearer, the one who was truly guarding the Underworld Sword Mound.
As for Zhang Ruochen, it was the more they looked at him, the more unpleasant he became.
Zhang Ruochen said, “If, the Prison Suppressor Ancient Race can’t even deal with a group of blood slaves, how would they still want to fight the Immortal Blood Race?”
Originally, what Zhang Ruochen said was just a very realistic remark, yet it enraged all those clansmen of the Ancient Clan of Prison Suppression.
Especially those cultivators from the main battle faction were even more righteously indignant, and a holy Qi fluctuation surged out from all of them.
“Zhang Ruochen, you dare to insult the Ancient Clan of the Prison Zhen?”
Wang Torch’s eyes widened as he pulled out a heavy sword and plunged it into the ground with a loud bang.
A strong Saint Qi surged out from his palm and entered the heavy sword, causing it to emit a pitch-black light.
The underside of the two stone mountains became dim in an instant.
Wang Torch was a Half-Saint of the Wang Clan, one of the three great clans of the Prison Suppression Ancient Clan, and had a high status in the clan, as well as being one of the main warring factions.
The three great clans were the “Wang Clan”, which specialised in the Dao of the Sword, the “Shen Clan”, which specialised in formations, and the “Shi Clan”, which specialised in runes.
Each of the three great families had a family head.
On top of that, a Clan Chief would be elected to oversee the entire Prison Suppression Ancient Clan.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, towards Xiang Zhengfeng’s direction, glanced slightly and said, “The person who insulted the Ancient Clan of Prison Zhen is not me.”
“Cut the crap, if you have the guts, fight with this seat. If you win, this seat will spare you. If you lose the battle, it will also prove that you are not worthy of being a sword bearer at all, and you must leave behind the Monstrous Sword and immediately get out of the Underworld Sword Mound.”Wang Torch said forcefully.
Wang Torch’s words spoke the hearts of all the clansmen of the Prison Suppressor Ancient Clan present, and received the support of the crowd.
“That’s right, if you don’t have the ability, then get out of the sword mound, the Town Prison Ancient Clan won’t shelter felons who are wanted by the court.”
“People can leave, however, the monstrous sword must be left behind.”
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Zhang Ruochen was very clear that once he fought with the King Torch, whether he won or lost the battle, he could not actually continue to stay in the Underworld Sword Mound and would definitely be expelled.
After all, he had only come to the Underworld King’s Sword Mound for the first time, and once he defeated Wang Torch, even if he had unintentionally insulted the Ancient Clan of the Prison Suppressor in the past, it had now turned out to be a true insult.
In such a situation, would there still be a place for him in the Ancient Clan of Prison Suppression?
Right at this moment, between the two stone mountains, a yellow-robed man slowly stepped out and said, “I would think that Zhang Ruochen is absolutely right, if you guys can’t even clean up a group of blood slaves, going to fight against the Immortal Blood Clan’s powerhouses is just a way to send them to their deaths.”
The yellow-robed man carried his hands behind his back, his face calm as he slowly walked out, and behind him, followed by a group of old men, all of them wearing neat yellow robes as well.
Seeing the yellow-robed man, those clansmen of the Ancient Clan of Prison Suppression all quieted down and stepped back, making way for a path.
Even the powerful King Torch lowered his head, arched his hand and saluted, saying, “Greetings, Young Clan Chief.”
Seeing the yellow-robed man, Zhang Ruochen was slightly taken aback and said in his heart, “It’s actually him.”
The yellow-robed man’s name was Shi Ren, and he had some friendship with Zhang Ruochen, having experienced life and death together a few times when they were in the netherworld.
At that time, Shi Ren had only told Zhang Ruochen that he had gone to the netherworld to look for the Resurrection Pill because he wanted to save his wife. As for other things, he didn’t say anything, not to mention his own identity.
Who would have thought that he would meet him at the Underworld Sword Graveyard?
Shi Ren walked to the opposite side of Zhang Ruochen, clasped his hands and revealed a smile as he said, ”Brother Zhang, after a goodbye in the Eastern Domain, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. How was it? At first, I said that we would definitely meet again. Now, you believe it, don’t you?”
