Chapter 64: Invincible Holy Sword

If not relying on the imperial court, where could this seat have obtained so many resources to forge a holy sword?

Gan Lin disagreed, merely nodding in response.

Yang Jun knew that, in the original work, Gan Lin was someone who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

As long as it could achieve his purpose, he didn't care about anything else.

"Gan Lin, you declared that the holy sword you forged is the number one sword under heaven, and all other swords are trash—was that what you said?"

"Of course, the words this seat has spoken are never denied, and they are also the truth."

"What an honest statement, but I wonder how it would compare to my Dragon Slayer Sword."

The son of Ouyang Fan of the Demonic Flower Sword Sect, Ouyang Cheng, spoke; as his voice fell, he raised his right hand, and in an instant a brown longsword flew into his hand.

Gan Lin merely smiled faintly, with no intention of stopping him.

He even lightly raised his hand, gesturing to Ouyang Cheng to go ahead.

Ouyang Cheng let out a cold snort, brandished the Dragon Slayer Sword, and sent it flying straight toward above the sword pond.

The Dragon Slayer Sword spun in the air above the sword pond, then immediately slashed down toward the holy sword.

"Hmph, what's so special about a holy sword?"

Ouyang Cheng snorted coldly, the Dragon Slayer Sword carrying a piercing screech, shot straight at the holy sword.

But just before the Dragon Slayer Sword touched the holy sword, a dragon‑like roar rang out, and it seemed the Dragon Slayer Sword itself had been slain.

The entire Dragon Slayer Sword, in the collision with the holy sword, shattered completely into fragments that fell into the sword pond.

Ouyang Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with shock.

His treasured sword could not withstand a single blow; this result left him at a loss.

He turned to flee, but Gan Lin, a vengeful petty man, had already drawn his sword on the spot—how could he let him go?

Ouyang Cheng's thought was correct; just as he turned to run, Gan Lin immediately swung a palm.

A surge of force struck him, landing on Ouyang Cheng's body.

Ouyang Cheng could neither dodge nor resist.

Struck by that force, his body toppled straight into the sword pond.

In the sword pond, besides swords, there were only corpses.

These seemed to be used to nourish the holy sword.

What an overbearing sword! What a ruthless person!

Yang Jun hid in the shadows, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Young Master!"

The members of the Demonic Flower Sword Sect cried out in grief, wanting to save him.

"The holy sword has appeared; your Young Master seeks his own death, and this seat will grant it. If you want to retrieve his corpse, feel free—just roll into the sword pond!"

Gan Lin snorted coldly, let out a roar, and the Demonic Flower Sword Sect members dared not speak despite their anger.

Ouyang Cheng's death unfolded before their eyes.

Seeing Ouyang Cheng's fate, they all had to think carefully.

Seeing no one step forward, Gan Lin clapped his hands.

Soon the people of the Sword Hut carried in corpse after corpse.

These corpses were those who had died fighting at the Sword Hut's gate.

After the corpses were brought in, Gan Lin directed them to keep throwing the bodies into the sword pond.

As the corpses were tossed into the sword pond, the holy sword suddenly changed.

At that moment, red and white light burst from the holy sword, swiftly shooting out and instantly wrapping the corpses completely.

At that moment, it was as if it were devouring those corpses.

The onlookers beside the sword pond widened their eyes, breathing rapidly, staring intently at what unfolded, fearing they might miss even the slightest detail.

The corpses now in the sword pond were originally covered in flesh and blood.

But soon, these corpses underwent a drastic transformation.

At a visible speed, they lost their color, rotted, and finally turned into white bones.

"Is this a holy sword? It actually devours human flesh and blood!"

"Exactly, this kind of sword is no holy sword—it's clearly a demonic sword!"

"Gan Lin, you once called yourself the Sword Saint, yet now you've done something that brings calamity upon the world!"

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and turned pale.

They all shouted at Gan Lin, denouncing him angrily.

Everyone knew the holy sword's power, and grew more worried—if it were to appear, they feared they would be no match for it.

What would become of them—would they end up like those corpses?

Meanwhile, outside the Sword Hut, a troop of soldiers surged forward.

"Sword Hut Master Yu Lin, this palace is the Fifth Prince of Great Xia, Yun Xuanmo, sent by imperial decree to inspect here. Yu Lin, you privately forged swords—hurry up and come out to confess and accept punishment!"

Yun Xuanmo arrived; though he usually bore a refined air, he now radiated authority, leading his troops straight into the Sword Hut.

The martial artists who had come to watch, seeing Yun Xuanmo lead his troops in, were even more shocked; they gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight at a moment's notice.

At this moment, Yang Jun shrank his body, lowered his head, and put on his hat to conceal his face.

He never imagined that the person he had casually gifted on a whim, whom he called 'Imperial Uncle,' would actually be the Fifth Prince, Yun Xuanmo!

You know, in name, Yun Xuanmo could be considered his younger brother-in-law!

How could such a situation not be awkward?

Besides, Yang Jun had never before met any of those princes, so he didn't know them.

Fortunately, Yang Jun changes appearance easily; Yun Xuanmo hadn't recognized him before, so today it's just a matter of luck.

"You jianghu people, why don't you withdraw quickly? This Palace has to deal with the Sword Hut affair; you'd better leave the capital at once, or don't blame This Palace for punishing you!"

Yun Xuanmo glared at those jianghu people and let out another barrage of scolding.

But, to his surprise, not a single one of those people paid him any heed, and they showed no intention of leaving.

Yun Xuanmo was very displeased; he of course knew that jianghu people always defy imperial authority, but he hadn't expected them to be so arrogant—right here in the capital, the most powerful place of the court, and yet they completely ignored him.

What's the matter? Don't you treat the prince as an official? Don't you take the court's words seriously?

"Don't want to leave, is that so? Fine then, since that's the case, someone come!"

Yun Xuanmo gave a cold order to have those jianghu people driven away.

"Fifth Prince, how imposing! I've served the court for many years—do you Yun family dynasty think I'm old and weak, unable to lift a sword?"

Gan Lin let out a string of cold laughs from his mouth; at that moment, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes.

Yun Xuanmo frowned, but his status and dignity would not allow him to retreat in the slightest.

"Everyone, the Holy Sword has appeared; if any of you can kill Yun Xuanmo, I will give the Holy Sword to whoever does!"

At that moment, Gan Lin suddenly raised his voice with a great shout.

"You bastard!"

Yun Xuanmo was greatly startled; Gan Lin's ploy of borrowing a knife to kill was quite clever.

The jianghu people originally did not submit to the court, and they had no respect for him, this Fifth Prince, either.

Now, if they stir up these things, how could they not take action?