Chapter 94: Six-Pointed Star Sword Formation

Chen Yi He never expected to meet Long Yue again under such circumstances.

Long Yue was choked by Huang Gao Yu, who stuck out his tongue and licked her face.

Chen Yi He split the wooden house's door with one sword and walked straight in, sword in hand.

Huang Gao Yu seemed to have expected Chen Yi He to come, showing no surprise; although he stopped speaking, his hand gripping Long Yue did not loosen. "Yo, isn't this Chen Yi He, the great hero?"

Chen Yi He had no intention of wasting words; he intended to end Huang Gao Yu's life with a single sword strike.

Who would have known, at that moment a blinding sword light shot from the floor of the wooden house.

The sword light started from a point, quickly spread, and in an instant formed the pattern of a six-pointed star, with Chen Yi He standing exactly at its center.

Chen Yi He's pupils contracted, sensing something wrong; before he could devise a counter, he saw the light on the six-pointed star undulate and surge, encircling him! "A sword formation?!"

It turned out everything had been prepared in advance! They were just waiting for Chen Yi He to walk into the trap.

"Get lost!" Huang Gao Yu released his grip, Long Yue fell to the ground, and he ruthlessly kicked her in the abdomen.

To Huang Gao Yu, Long Yue was nothing more than a plaything!

Once the sword formation is activated, it will imprison and slaughter anyone inside.

The sword formation beneath Chen Yi He's feet contained six strands of sword qi, each corresponding to a line of the six-pointed star, together forming the star's pattern.

It was left behind by six sword masters.

Chen Yi He recognized two of those sword qi strands—the ones belonging to Feng Yi Chu and the Western Desert Sword Devil—having encountered their sword qi before.

The six-pointed star sword formation had already become so strong that Chen Yi He could not break through. Its sword qi surged and churned; if he dared to take a single step, he would instantly be pierced through the heart by the six sword qi.

"Hahaha! I never imagined that, in my lifetime, I, Chen Yi He, would be surrounded by six sword masters—even if it meant death, I'd have no regrets!" Chen Yi He, at death's door, burst into loud laughter; he had no choice, for each of those six sword qi was stronger than himself.

"Hahaha! Indeed. Such a death is something to be proud of."

The six people who entered through the split door and laughed together with Chen Yi He were none other than the lord of God Sword Mountain Villa, Huang Zong.

The other five were Zhou Ke, Situ Qing, Feng Yi Chu, Luo Qing Kui, and Duan Sheng.

"Despicable villain!" Chen Yi He cursed.

"Hahaha! This is all thanks to the Prince's clever plan!" Huang Zong laughed heartily, his smile radiant. "At such a young age, you can completely conceal your true qi and sword qi, escaping detection by these masters—truly not to be underestimated. But you didn't expect her to bear your scent, did you?" Huang Zong pointed at the prostrate Long Yue on the ground and continued, "From the moment she was seized back to the villa, I knew you were still alive! The Prince predicted you would develop feelings for her, then walk into the trap and enter the sword formation."

Zhou Ke also laughed, he glanced contemptuously at Chen Yi He, then said to Huang Zong, "Just a brat, using such a sword formation—what a waste."

"What's not worth it to force him out of hiding? He's a damned bastard!" Huang Gao Yu angrily cursed Chen Yi He.

Chen Yi He regretted letting anger cloud his judgment, acting rashly and landing himself in danger. He simply could not fathom any connection between Long Yue and God Sword Mountain Villa.

Zhou Ke's doing such a thing is not surprising to Chen Yi He; after all, for someone who puts profit above all, any means are justified.

"Feng Yi Chu, Luo Qing Kui, Sword Master, Duan Sheng, Western Desert Sword Devil, and I—six strands of sword qi—do you think you still have any chance of survival?" Huang Zong asked Chen Yi He.

"Possible." Chen Yi He admitted defeat; now was not the time to resist, for the overwhelming sword formation left him powerless to oppose.

"Kid, you're still too young..." Huang Zong said coldly.

"Yeah, compared to you shameless old fogies, I'm quite young." Chen Yi He sneered, "Go ahead and kill or cut—do as you please."

Huang Zong pointed his finger at the six-pointed star sword formation; the six sword qi turned into six rope-like strands that shot onto Chen Yi He, binding him. He then picked up the Purple Tempered Sword from the ground and tossed it to his son, saying, "Don't lose it this time."

At the moment the six sword qi coiled around Chen Yi He's body, he wished he were dead! A heart-rending, lung-tearing pain surged within him; the six sword qi penetrated his interior, severely damaging his meridians, striking his channels, and stimulating his bones.

Chen Yi He had spent over two months healing his previous injuries, only to be wounded again.

This injury originated internally, a direct strike to his heart. Soon he lost consciousness, lying on his side, motionless.

"This ensures he cannot escape." Huang Zong said.

"Unless a god descends to the mortal realm… heh heh..." Zhou Ke chuckled coldly. With his influence, saving a person is easy—Chen Yi He was saved by him; harming a person is equally easy—Chen Yi He was harmed by him.

Skilled at grasping people's hearts and seizing details—perhaps this is Zhou Ke's superpower.

"What a pity for this young man! He is a rising star in my sword school." Duan Sheng sighed; his massive frame had to chop a hole in the wooden house's wall just to get in and out.

Duan Sheng felt sorry for Chen Yi He, but among those six strands of true qi, one belonged to him.

After dinner that evening, Huang Zong gathered several of the top swordsmen in the low-rise building.

Huang Zong told them that the Heaven's Opportunity Sword required a blood sacrifice, and the sacrificer must be sufficiently talented and fated with the sword. He added that he only revealed this now because everyone had to be at God Sword Mountain Villa first, to avoid any leaks.

Huang Zong promised to produce five million taels of gold, dividing it among the five of them—one million taels each.

As martial artists, that amount of gold is more than enough weight.

Whether this is true or false, no one knows; coming from Huang Zong's mouth, it is likely merely to exact revenge on Chen Yi He and reclaim their God Sword Mountain Villa's third divine sword, the Purple Tempered Sword.

At first, Duan Sheng, the Sword Master, and the Western Desert Sword Devil were all reluctant.

The Western Desert Sword Devil even said, "Trading a child's life for a sword is truly laughable."

"Then what about your Bloodthirsty Sword, which drinks living blood every day—isn't that just as laughable?" Huang Zong retorted.

The Western Desert Sword Devil remained silent; after all, emitting a strand of sword qi posed no great hindrance.

The allure of the Heaven's Opportunity Sword was immense; the Sword Master had long sought a treasure to guard his Sword-Leaning Pavilion, and nothing could stop him from fulfilling his dream. What does Chen Yi He's life have to do with him?

"I also think it's not quite right… he bears a grudge against you, but we have no feud with him!" The most hesitant was Duan Sheng; although the other five had already decided, if he alone objected he would surely offend them. He didn't fear offending them, but mainly worried that, as Huang Zong said, a human blood sacrifice to the Sword Pool was necessary for the Heaven's Opportunity Sword to emerge.

We cannot let one person's opposition cause us to lose everything.

Therefore, the loser is Chen Yi He.

Huang Zong achieved two goals at once: avenging his son and reclaiming the Purple Tempered Sword.

As for the blood sacrifice, whether it's merely for show or genuine, Chen Yi He will be shoved into the Sword Pool to be forged by blood.