Chapter 66: Rebirth in the Dead Land

Everyone shouted loudly, Gan Lin glanced at Zhou Tian and lightly nodded.

"This kid does have some skill, but... hum!"

Gan Lin said, with another look of disdain, lightly shaking his head.

To him, such things are naturally nothing to worry about.

Anyway, all the plans are for today.

In that case, everyone who comes here today is doomed to die.

Precisely for that reason, Gan Lin will show such a disdainful expression.

The Sword Lodge is not a place you can just come and go as you please.

Since these people have come, let them stay put in peace.

To use his own Holy Sword as a sacrifice, only a Holy Sword that has undergone blood sacrifice can truly succeed and unleash its proper power.

At Gan Lin's command, the people of the Sword Lodge all sprang into action.

Gan Lin leapt into the Sword Pool, preparing to personally carry out the blood sacrifice of the Holy Sword.

The battle has now become completely white-hot.

Between the two sides, there is absolutely no possibility of easing up.

Between them, it seems only a fight to the death remains.

This outcome is also something no one had anticipated or seen coming.

Yang Jun stared nervously at everything before him; in the Sword Pool, the water had already turned completely blood-red.

And on the side of the white mist, the fog grew even denser.

At this moment, the Sword Pool has become a grave.

All those who came to vie for the Holy Sword ultimately had nothing left but to be buried in this grave.

Zhou Tian's recent showy action has made him the public enemy of the Sword Lodge.

The people of the Sword Lodge all sprang into action, and many surrounded Zhou Tian.

Yang Jun finally managed to avoid Yun Xuanmo.

But he also used the method that Yun Xuanmo had mentioned.

He sneaked forward all the way, and whenever he saw someone, he would fall to the ground and play dead, moving step by step in that manner.

Moreover, Yang Jun discovered a great boon: these martial folk drop their equipment when they die.

Along this route, he has already obtained several martial arts secret manuals, and of course, five bulging money bags.

Yang Jun accepts whatever comes, first hiding the items on his person; whether they're useful remains to be seen after the matter is settled.

The current melee has spiraled out of control, with nobody yielding to anyone else, nobody bowing down.

For Yang Jun, this is a tremendous opportunity.

Right now, in the Sword Pool, the blood-red water is boiling, while the mist-shrouded side is as cold as ice.

Under such a blend of ice and fire, the Holy Sword stands upright in the middle.

Watching ice and fire alternately entwine the Holy Sword, Yang Jun realizes that this is the final moment of the Holy Sword's sacrifice.

Come here!

Yang Jun was excited, reaching out to take the sword.

But at that moment, a sword Qi struck, and Yang Jun hastily dodged.

But he immediately changed his posture and continued to lunge forward.

Who would have expected, a fragrant breeze blew over, a slender figure slowly descended from above his head and gradually appeared before his eyes.

Mo Qingyan?

Yang Jun naturally recognized who this woman was, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, if her face is full of killing intent, she becomes unattractive.

"You didn't expect this, did you? This young lady has had her eye on you all along; your plot cannot succeed!"

Mo Qingyan spoke through gritted teeth, her face full of indignation.

Hero, not a heroine, spare my life—I'm a good person!

Yang Jun hastily spoke up, wanting to escape.

But Yang Jun only now realized that his earlier disguise had completely worn off, revealing his true face.

So it's you! Yang Jun, hand over your life!

Mo Qingyan, having seen Yang Jun's face clearly, snarled angrily again.

At this moment, she was even more consumed by rage.

I'm not Yang Jun, Yang Jun isn't me—you've mistaken the person. Goodbye!

Yang Jun spoke, moved his body, and leaned toward the Holy Sword again.

But at that moment, Mo Qingyan also moved.

How so, you want the Holy Sword—did you even ask me?

Mo Qingyan gave a cold snort and brandished her long sword.

Yang Jun is a famous figure of the Great Xia!

Especially in the capital city, his reputation as a playboy overshadows many others.

Of course, it's not a good reputation.

However, Mo Qingyan and the others are strictly following the orders of the Sect.

This brat Yang Jun has done too many wicked deeds, his fame is too great.

No matter how Zhou Tian tries to craft his image, it seems he can't match Yang Jun's fame.

Well, this scoundrel Yang Jun still wants to seize the sword—perfect, let's take this opportunity to finish him off as well!

Mo Qingyan was thinking, her face fierce.

"Yang Jun, go die!"

In the roar, Mo Qingyan brandished her sharp sword and lunged.

"I, Taiyang, you damned bitch, you said you wouldn't hit me, yet you keep on? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Seeing this, Yang Jun's mouth burned with anger.

Filled with indignation, Yang Jun no longer hid.

Although Mo Qingyan's skill is high, she is stronger than Yang Jun.

But Yang Jun could tell from Mo Qingyan's sneak attack just now that this woman's injury had not fully healed.

Look at Mo Qingyan's pallid face—clearly she suffers severe internal injury.

I still have some fight left; I can't let this woman be subdued.

"Damn woman, watch how I kill you!"

Yang Jun shouted, leapt up with a carp‑flip, and at the same time swung his short dagger forward, directly attacking Mo Qingyan.

Seeing this, Mo Qingyan instinctively thought Yang Jun wanted to fight her to the death.

So she hastily withdrew her move, preparing to defend.

But Yang Jun had long been prepared.

This move was clearly a feint; the dagger flashed, and instead of attacking Mo Qingyan he cut his own left palm.

Mo Qingyan stared wide‑eyed; Yang Jun's maneuver truly bewildered her.

"How, you want to die so much?"

Mo Qingyan fixed her gaze on Yang Jun and spoke.

Now such a thing, she also truly doesn't understand.

"Death? Hehe, still don't know who will die first."

Yang Jun laughed triumphantly, blood gathered in his hand, and he flung it, splashing the holy sword.

The blood fell on the holy sword's blade but instantly vanished.

"Haha, the blood was absorbed—so the holy sword is accepting a master?"

Yang Jun laughed loudly; the holy sword then burst forth radiance, looking dazzling.

It seems this holy sword is truly about to awaken, to accept a master.

"Watch, brothers, today the serf turns over and sings, becoming master of this holy sword, henceforth starting a new life! Sword, come!"

Yang Jun's mouth again burst out a loud roar.

In his heart he already imagined countless scenes.

I will slaughter in all directions; Zhou Tian's senior sister, Princess Yun Xiyue, and Elder Princess Yun Fengyue will all have to bow before me!

But Yang Jun felt strange that, although he had completed the ritual and extended his hand, the holy sword showed no movement, still standing still in the sword pool's center!

Could it be that I missed some ritual? That's why it turned out this way?