Chapter 931: The Storyteller

"When all sword cultivators in the world see him, they should treat him as a celestial immortal? Wang Jizhou truly has the audacity to speak so boldly!"

"Hmph, his own cultivation base hasn't even reached the Sacred Realm, and his sword Dao cultivation is barely at this level—yet he dares to spout such reckless words? He's utterly oblivious to death!"

"Then what happened afterward?"

Seeing everyone eagerly awaiting the next part.

Jiang Jie cleared his throat a few times and said solemnly: "After Wang Jizhou reached the Sword Saint realm, he sought to settle old grudges with the Founding Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect—but before that, this man, shameless to the extreme, suddenly attacked Sister Zhiwei right before everyone's eyes! He's unworthy of the title Sword Saint!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts tightened.

Though Jiang Zhiwei possessed peerless talent and immense combat power, among all her peers in Yuehua, none could match her.

But her opponent was a Sword Saint!

Fortunately, at that critical moment, Jiang Jie's voice drifted out: "Just as all seemed lost, the Founding Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect suddenly intervened, saving Sister Zhiwei—then both sides clashed in a fierce battle. That fight turned heaven dark and earth chaotic, scorched mountains and boiled seas, laid waste to a thousand li, and made all living beings cry out in anguish..."

As Jiang Jie described it, those around him couldn't help but be filled with awe.

With a mere gesture, mountains shattered and rivers were severed—in the eyes of mortals, this was no different from a terrestrial immortal!

Only such a person could truly be called a "Great Being!"

At this moment, many secretly sighed in regret.

Regretting they hadn't been there to witness this earth-shattering battle.

"Wang Jizhou may have been old and dishonorable, with deplorable morals, but his strength was unmatched—even Brother Chen, wielding the magic treasure left behind by the Clan Lord himself, combined with the Founding Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, could not overcome him, and were instead driven back step by step!"

"But at that very moment, someone none of you could ever have imagined appeared on the scene—and joined forces with the Founding Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Brother Chen to fight Wang Jizhou together!"

Perhaps he'd grown tired of standing, Jiang Jie swayed lazily onto the high platform, pulled out a fan at random, and began fanning himself.

Seeing this, the crowd around him grew anxious: "Who was this sudden newcomer?"

"Could it be the Clan Lord?"

"Impossible! If the Clan Lord had intervened, why would he need help from the other two?"

"Exactly! No matter how powerful Wang Jizhou was, he couldn't even shake the Clan Lord—whether he could even survive ten of the Clan Lord's blows is uncertain..."

"Strange—if not the Clan Lord, then who?"

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Jie put down his fan and spoke slowly, word by word, uttering a name no one expected:

"Zhou Tianhan..."

At these words, everyone froze instinctively.

But soon someone recalled: "I vaguely remember—the head of the Medicine King Valley is named exactly that, isn't he?"

"Ssshh~ Now I recall—but that doesn't make sense! If it really is the head of the Medicine King Valley, just avoiding allying with Wang Jizhou would be a miracle—how could he possibly join forces with the Founding Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Brother Chen?"

"True! When Brother Yan took the alias Yan Chen, he killed this man's only son—I refuse to believe he has such a vast heart as to overlook this entirely. There must be some hidden scheme!"

Jiang Jie smiled: "Correct. When he first appeared, he spouted lofty words of righteousness—but in truth, he harbored evil intentions..."

Soon, many details poured from his mouth, reaching the ears of those around him.

Wang Jizhou was severely wounded by the three... Zhou Tianhan used a hidden move to devour him, gaining the Sword Saint's cultivation base... he refined his daughter Zhou Xuan to obtain the Imperial Body... the three became one, his cultivation nearing that of a Saint, his terrifying might overwhelming all—he intended to erase everyone present!

As Jiang Jie reached this point, everyone's faces tightened with tension, as if they were there, feeling the suffocating pressure of that overwhelming might!

Even Wang Jizhou alone was nearly impossible to defeat.

How much more so Zhou Tianhan, who had fused three into one, with almost no weaknesses?

Just as everyone was still immersed in intense tension, Jiang Jie shifted tone and dropped a bombshell:

"After reaching the Peak of Heaven-Man Realm, that arrogant Zhou Tianhan launched a sudden attack on the Xuanfeng Vessel—but before his strike could land, heaven and earth darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, and a figure in white robes appeared out of thin air!"

"With just one glance, Zhou Tianhan's full-power strike melted away like snow before a blazing sun. Then came several more moves—though the Clan Lord used only a fraction of his strength, Zhou Tianhan still couldn't withstand them. He was utterly crushed, as if an adult were playing with a child!"

"Furious but helpless, Zhou Tianhan realized he couldn't win and tried to flee—when the Clan Lord raised two fingers as a sword and slashed out a blade of qi!"

"That blade carried two-tenths of the Clan Lord's might. One strike—and space shattered, time slowed, all living things perished!"

"The blade fell—Zhou Tianhan shattered into fragments, annihilated on the spot!"

Jiang Jie slowly rose, clasping his hands behind his back, gazing upward at the heavens, imitating the Clan Lord's posture, and murmured: "According to Brother Beiyě, in Zhou Tianhan's final moment before death, the Clan Lord, with hands behind his back, said:"

"Now, you have not yet reached the Saint Realm; your vision is still narrow. To you, I am like a frog in a well seeing the bright moon."

"When you one day, by chance, ascend to the Saint Realm, you will see me as a mayfly gazing at the blue sky!"

Boom—

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a thunderclap had split the sky, exploding in everyone's minds, leaving them unable to calm down for a long time!

Everyone was stirred to feverish excitement by the Clan Lord's words!

Even against a Sword Saint wielding the Imperial Body, he had remained calm—and uttered such astonishing words!

The Clan Lord truly deserves his title.

No matter the realm of his opponent, he remains peerless, unmatched in grace and majesty.

With such a being guarding the family, the clan is safe forever...

The crowd sighed repeatedly, utterly awed and humbled.

Seeing this, Jiang Jie nodded in satisfaction.

When he first heard these tales from Brother Beiyě, he too had been stunned into silence.

Following the principle that if there's gossip, everyone should share it, he'd rushed out to tell them, so they'd feel the same awe he had.

Then he lifted his head, lips slightly moving, ready to recount again the details he'd left out.