Chapter 65: Contending for the Holy Sword

Gan Lin truly understands human hearts and nature, and also knows what this group of people are thinking at such a time.

In just a sentence, it indeed provoked this group, who all tightened their grips on their weapons, preparing to strike.

"Are you planning to rebel? Dare to show disrespect to This Palace, This Palace will exterminate your nine clans!"

Gan Lin opened his mouth again, letting out an angry roar.

With his roar, his heart at this moment burned even more with fury.

Leaving his comfortable den, he came outside to keep watch.

As a result, he didn't find Yang Jun and his sister; instead he saw this group fighting.

Seeing corpses and people entering the Sword Hut, he brought people to inspect, only then discovering that this place was lawless.

Wanting to handle these matters, he was instead threatened by someone.

Such an outcome made it even more unacceptable to him.

"Strike, kill them, hold the line for This Palace, I'll immediately notify a large force to come!"

Yun Xuanmo saw that there were many martial artists in the jianghu, and Gan Lin's Sword Hut also had not a few people.

With our few people, we really have no way.

Left with no choice, the only option was to seek help!

Exactly so, he therefore took out a rescue signal ready to launch.

But Yun Xuanmo had not yet fired the signal flare when suddenly a sword qi struck, directly knocking the signal flare from his hand.

Who?

Yun Xuanmo hastily retreated to dodge.

Without the signal flare, losing reinforcements, Yun Xuanmo felt his confidence wane; facing these people would be even harder.

Around, killing sounds rose; many cries and wails spread, Yun Xuanmo's heart pounded like thunder—now he was in big trouble.

The person who knocked down the signal flare was now standing on the eaves.

Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan stood there, observing everything below.

"Senior sister, the timing is quite good now."

Zhou Tian was very satisfied; below was great chaos, the crowd in disarray—truly wanting to strike, isn't this his opportunity?

"We must act now, otherwise when the court's troops arrive, our chance to obtain the Holy Sword again will be gone!"

Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.

She said yes, and unconsciously nodded.

At this moment, Zhou Tian's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Yun Xiyue and Yang Jun, but he completely failed to find their traces.

A sour feeling welled up in his heart; the princess should be mine—Yang Jun, where did you take her?

Zhou Tian was displeased, but even more puzzled: Yang Jun actually didn't appear here—could it be he never intended to enter the Sword Hut at all?

Moreover, in the dead of night, could the two be up to some mischief?

Oh no, my sixth princess—could she be about to be deflowered by Yang Jun?

"Zhou Tian, what are you doing? Steady your mind, the Holy Sword is paramount!"

Mo Qingyan shouted sternly, her icy voice finally bringing Zhou Tian back to his senses.

Zhou Tian hastily nodded; how could one be distracted at such a time?

Personal matters are trivial; the Holy Sword is paramount.

I am the destined one spoken of by my master; only with the Holy Sword do I have a chance to accomplish all this!

"Gan Lin is guarding the Holy Sword; we can't attack head‑on, we must find a way to lure him away!"

Zhou Tian observed a bit, his brows furrowing tighter.

At this moment, Yun Xuanmo burned with fury, gritting his teeth.

"These bastards dare to cause trouble in the capital and even fight openly—do they not care at all about the royal face?"

In his angry tirade, Yun Xuanmo wanted to rush out of the Sword Hut himself to seek help.

But as he turned, he saw the gate tightly shut.

Oh no, now it's a case of shutting the door to beat the dog—I want to flee but can't.

Just as Yun Xuanmo was lamenting, another sword qi struck, hitting his shoulder blade directly.

With a pained groan, Yun Xuanmo's body shuddered and he collapsed to the ground.

Yang Jun hid in the darkness, having already seen clearly who made the two strikes.

The first was Mo Qingyan; the second, surprisingly, was Gan Lin.

Moreover, at this moment Zhou Tian had already joined the fray, making things even more chaotic in an instant.

Yang Jun shook his head, wanting to stay out of it, but when he turned back he saw a pair of eyes fixed on him.

"Brother, is it you?"

"Yeah, quite a coincidence."

Yang Jun answered with a smile, but inside he cursed.

"What nonsense— I don't want to die; now I'm stuck beside this Fifth Prince, not knowing what fate awaits."

"Brother, speaking of your book, it's truly wonderful, especially the illustrations inside, which are even more exquisite—indeed it's likable."

Seeing Yang Jun, Yun Xuanmo felt as if he'd found a kindred spirit, immediately speaking and praising him repeatedly.

Upon hearing Yun Xuanmo's words, Yang Jun saw the splendid variety on his face.

For a moment, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Buddy, this is a life‑or‑death juncture—can't we stop thinking about this trash? I don't know; consider how to get out of danger."

But Yang Jun didn't know Yun Xuanmo's current mental state—being terrified to death, he just happened to meet Yang Jun; that feeling was like an ant fallen in water encountering a leaf.

Yang Jun really didn't want to deal with Yun Xuanmo, but this guy had no self-awareness in those aspects.

Gan Lin coldly watched from the sidelines; he just wanted these people to fight among themselves.

By then, I could just sit back and reap the fisherman's profit.

The number of corpses kept increasing, and Gan Lin calmly directed his men to keep throwing these corpses into the sword pool.

The more corpses thrown, the more flesh and blood the Saint Whole absorbs, the stronger the killing intent, and the greater the power of the Holy Sword.

Time's almost up!

Yang Jun was also observing these things; seeing the situation over by the Holy Sword, he wanted to sneak over.

Only by obtaining the Holy Sword would I count as having succeeded.

"Brother, don't act rashly; this place is too dangerous. Let's not move, play dead—this is the best plan."

Yun Xuanmo grabbed Yang Jun with one hand and, at the same time, kept speaking.

As he spoke, he held Yang Jun fast.

Yang Jun was speechless; he wanted to slap Yun Xuanmo away.

But just then, Zhou Tian's voice sounded again.

"Everyone, please hear me out."

"The Sword Hut's actions this time are simply to use the corpses of the strong from all major sects to sacrifice the sword; Gan Lin's idea is to make use of all of us, and furthermore to weaken the other major sects' strength!"

Zhou Tian spoke with ringing vigor, his righteousness awe-inspiring.

The situation is now so chaotic that he doesn't even know where to begin.

Gan Lin guards the Holy Sword; he can't get his hands on it.

So, what can be done is naturally this approach.

Expose Gan Lin's plan, muddy the waters.

Best to let the martial world folks clash with Gan Lin; the fiercer they fight, the more chance I have.

Wait until they both lose and are wounded, then I can profit from it.

"Gan Lin, you bastard!"

"Gan Lin wants to use us to sacrifice the sword; let's kill him first!"

"Right, let's fight him to the death!"

In an instant, everyone immediately spoke up, raised their weapons, and prepared to fight Gan Lin to the death.

The Heaven Sacrifice Sect Leader Hei Chilian, the Demonic Splendor Sword School's Ouyang Fan, and the Netherworld Island Lord Cheng Wufan were all greatly agitated, seeming intent on not letting Gan Lin live unless they killed him.