Chapter 347

In Xu Xiao's heart, a cry of helplessness and despair echoed.

He seemed to already see himself and the entire Beiliang Wang Fu being utterly swallowed and reduced to ashes by the endless Lei Ting.

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

Just at this critical moment, when everyone believed the Beiliang Wang Fu was doomed today, certain to be erased from the map!

Suddenly!

A cold, urgent female voice, as if descending from the ninth heavens, pierced through the storm and thunder like celestial music, clearly ringing in every ear!

"Father! I've returned!"

"I've… brought you… the Peach Blossom Sword God!"

Before the words had even finished!

A brilliant pink sword light, brimming with boundless Peach Blossom Sword Intent, shot forth like a meteor slicing through the night sky, instantly tearing open the void!

The sword light was ethereal yet razor-sharp, as if capable of severing all worldly troubles and karmic ties!

It descended upon the skies above Mount Qingliang at an unimaginable speed!

Then, a young man emerged slowly from the swirling clouds of peach blossom sword shadows—wearing a plain white Confucian robe, a simple peach wood sword hanging at his waist, his face handsome, his aura free and unrestrained, as if he were a wanderer playing through the mortal world.

He was none other than the peerless swordsman of the Liyang martial world, famed alongside Deng Ta'i as the "Peach Blossom Sword God"!

"What?! The Peach Blossom Sword God?!"

"Is that really Deng Ta'i, the one called 'Three million heavenly sword immortals—all must bow before me'?!"

"Heavens! How… how did he appear here?! Isn't he always detached from worldly affairs, living in carefree freedom?!"

The martial world spectators far away erupted again in stunned shouts upon seeing the young man's appearance!

They never imagined this epic battle would consecutively summon so many legendary figures, only ever spoken of in myths!

This was simply… too incredible!

Within the Beiliang Wang Fu, Xu Xiao's second daughter—Xu Weixiong, whose talent and martial prowess were both extraordinary and renowned for her cunning—upon seeing the Peach Blossom Sword God, finally showed on her usually cold face an expression of profound relief.

Clearly, this Peach Blossom Sword God was the reinforcement she had journeyed ten thousand miles to the Eastern Sea to summon.

Yet before anyone could recover from the shock of the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ta'i's arrival,

Another terrifying sword intent—ancient, proud, and capable of severing all things, even the laws of heaven and earth—erupted from the deepest recesses of the silent, mysterious Tingchao Pavilion!

That sword intent was supreme, unstoppable, invincible!

As if declaring to all heaven and earth that a true sword myth was about to return!

"Sigh… enough, enough."

"The debt I owed the Xu family… must finally be repaid."

A faint sigh echoed in every ear.

The voice carried resignation, age, and a hint… of excitement at returning to the martial world?

Then, an old man emerged slowly from the Tingchao Pavilion—wearing a tattered sheepskin coat, one arm missing, carrying a sword on his back, looking disheveled and worn, yet his eyes piercingly sharp, as if seeing through all illusions of the world.

He was none other than the man who once severed the Tianmen with a single sword, a divine swordsman known as… Li Chungang!

Two Sword Gods!

The Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ta'i!

The Sword God Li Chungang!

These two, famed throughout the world as the pinnacle of sword art, each representing the zenith of their era's sword Dao!

Were now… appearing simultaneously atop Mount Qingliang!

And judging by their expressions, it seemed… they had both come to protect Xu Xiao of the Beiliang Wang Fu!

Everyone was utterly stunned by this mythic spectacle!

Their minds went blank, utterly unable to think!

"Heavens! What… what did I just see?! Two Sword Gods together! This… this is a sight unseen in a thousand years! Even if I die here today, it's worth it!"

"One is the new-generation sword sovereign, the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ta'i—his Sword Technique is ethereal and agile, killing without a trace! The other is the elder-generation sword myth, the Sword God Li Chungang—his sword intent is supreme and unstoppable, once cleaving open Tianmen!"

"Each of these two could shake the entire martial world! Now they've joined forces against an enemy! The Eastern Sea Dragon Lord… this time, he truly faces a worthy opponent!"

"Yes, yes! It's said these two Sword Gods' strength has long surpassed ordinary Land Immortals, reaching a realm beyond our imagination! Especially the Sword God Li Chungang—he once cleaved open Tianmen! That was a true technique, capable of rivaling heavenly immortals!"

"With these two Sword Gods united, their combined might—would even a true heavenly immortal descending to earth dare stand before them?!"

"Now there'll be a show to remember! Dragon Lord versus Sword Gods! This is the true epic battle atop the mortal peak! After this fight, regardless of victory or defeat, it will be etched into history!"

"…"

The martial world spectators buzzed excitedly, all eyes fixed on the three towering figures standing in the void, radiating an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth!

They knew what followed would be a true battle of gods.

After appearing, the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ta'i and the Sword God Li Chungang fixed their gazes on Brother Ning Chuan.

They could clearly sense the terrifying pressure emanating from Brother Ning Chuan—a force that made even them feel heart-pounding dread and threat.

They knew this beautiful, otherworldly young man was the greatest enemy they would face on this journey.

A being capable of forcing them to give their all, even risking death here.

Li Chungang stared at Brother Ning Chuan; in his clouded eyes flickered complex light—admiration, battle-lust, and a touch of resignation.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, as if he had not spoken in years:

"Sir, your divine powers are unmatched, your strength extraordinary—I am in awe."

"To cultivate to this realm in a demonic body… unheard of in all history."

"But Xu Xiao, though ruthless and Deeply sinful, once saved my life—and allowed me to peacefully cultivate sword Dao beneath this Tingchao Pavilion for twenty years."

"That debt… I cannot ignore."

"Today, I beg you, sir, to spare his life, out of respect for this old man."

"This old man can guarantee that from now on, the Wang Fu of Northern Liang will never again be your enemy."

Although he was pleading, his tone still carried the arrogance and unyielding spirit belonging to a Sword God.

Deng Tai'e also spoke, his voice carrying a touch of carefree unconventionality, as if the sky collapsing had nothing to do with him:

"That's right. That girl Xu Weixiong and I have a bit of a connection. Since she traveled thousands of miles to find me..."

"... then I, Deng Tai'e, cannot sit idly by."

"My lord, why not withdraw here and now?"

"It is better to resolve grievances than to deepen them. If we all take a step back, the horizon opens wide."

"You have already killed two hundred thousand soldiers of Northern Liang; that should have vented your anger."

"Why must you drive them to total extinction?"

Though their words were polite, the implication beneath was clear: they intended to join forces to save Xu Xiao's life, without room for doubt.

Yet, upon hearing their words, the face of Ning Chuan, whose beauty was peerless, displayed a sneering, disdainful cold smile.

His pale golden eyes gazed calmly at the two Sword Gods before him as he spoke in an icy voice:

"The person this Seat intends to kill has never been someone anyone could protect."

"You two are no exception."

"This Seat said before that he would completely erase the Wang Fu of Northern Liang from this world."

"Then... I shall do as I said!"

"Since you insist on interfering, then... come at me together."

"Let this Seat see how much worth your so-called 'Sword Gods' truly possess."

"Let this Seat also see whether your swords are sharper... or this Seat's claws are harder!"

His words were filled with boundless tyranny and a pride that looked down upon the world!

He actually... intended to fight the two Sword Gods alone by himself?!

"Good! Good! Good! What an arrogant demon dragon!" Upon hearing this, Li Chungang did not grow angry but laughed instead, his eyes exploding with brilliant battle intent!

"It has been... many years since anyone dared to be so insolent before this old man!"

"Today, this old man will let you witness what is called... the true Sword Dao! What is called... Tianmen!"

"Interesting, truly interesting." Deng Tai'e also chuckled lightly, and the peach-wood sword in his hand emitted a series of clear, resonant sword cries, as if excited by the coming great battle.

"To fight alongside the legendary Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea and the senior Sword God Li Chungang..."

"... is indeed no small pleasure!"

"It is just unknown whether you, this little dragon, can withstand my... twelve flying swords?"

Before the words had even fallen!

The two moved simultaneously!