Chapter 69: with translation of chapter title

Zhou Tian's thoughts were also wicked now; at this moment, no one could stop him, with Mo Qingyan assisting at his side.

If he can seize the chance to eliminate Yang Jun, then the Holy Ritual Hall will truly be his.

However, Yun Xuanmo still remembers his 'good brother'.

Zhou Tian, what are you trying to do?

How dare you be disrespectful to him? This gentleman has saved This Palace's life; you behave like this, aren't you afraid of This Palace's reproach?

Yun Xuanmo rebuked coldly, directly using his status as the Fifth Prince to pressure Zhou Tian.

Fifth Prince, you are unaware; you need to see this person's true identity clearly.

He is no one else—he is exactly the Yang Jun you have been looking for!

Mo Qingyan snorted coldly; she wasn't afraid that Yun Xuanmo would recognize her, after all, her disguise was something this Fifth Prince couldn't see through.

Yun Xuanmo still wanted to say something, but earlier he had only glanced at Yang Jun's back, merely knowing that Yang Jun was the one who had given his 'royal uncle'.

Now seeing Yang Jun's restored appearance clearly, he was immediately dumbfounded.

You should know that when Prince Pingxi was alive, when Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue's engagement was made, Prince Pingxi brought Yang Jun to attend the royal banquet, and at that time Yun Xuanmo had also seen Yang Jun from afar.

However, Yang Jun back then was a total playboy, concerned only with drinking and carousing, basically paying no attention to anyone else.

Previously Yang Jun didn't know Yun Xuanmo, but Yun Xuanmo knew Yang Jun.

My good brother who shares my hobbies—is it you?

Yun Xuanmo stared at Yang Jun, somewhat dazed, also unsure how to decide on this matter.

Zhou Tian glanced at Yun Xuanmo, said no more, and with sword in hand attacked Yang Jun.

What's most important now is to settle things quickly, to seize the holy sword in hand—that's what matters most.

Since our own master has already said it, I am the one destined by heaven.

Then, all of this should be resolved by me.

Everything should belong to me.

The holy sword, the world, and women!

But now, why is this holy sword fine and whole, yet split in two?

I only got half, while the other half ended up in the hands of the Yang Jun I despise most?

Actually, even now Zhou Tian still hasn't figured out why he hates Yang Jun so much.

What qualifications does a fallen prince have to get something equal to mine?

No matter what, what merit and ability does Yang Jun have? How can he deserve to get the same thing as me?

Trash, today I will slay you with this holy sword!

Zhou Tian spoke again, uttering an angry rebuke.

Yang Jun is good at staying alive, so at this moment he had already been on guard against Zhou Tian.

Following Zhou Tian's move, Yang Jun immediately responded.

Surrendering meekly is not Yang Jun's habit.

Protecting oneself is what Yang Jun needs to do most.

Just as Zhou Tian was uttering vicious threats, Yang Jun suddenly burst into action.

The red sword in his hand was swiftly swung, the crimson sword energy lunging toward the pure white sword energy that Zhou Tian's long sword had swung out.

The red and white sword energies collided, exploding directly in midair.

Wave after wave of sword energy continued to undulate, flying out in all directions.

Behind the sword hut lies a great mountain; wherever the sword energy passed, it cut through everything, tearing apart, until it struck the mountain's stone wall, at which point a rumbling sound continued, shattered stones flew, and struck the sword pond.

The sword energy was blocked by the mountain and bounced back, falling toward the sword pond; soon the ground trembled, and it seemed everything was about to collapse.

The might of these two holy swords amazed everyone, but now all of this already endangered their lives.

At this moment, they all scattered, trying to avoid these dangers.

The sword pond had already cracked and begun to collapse.

Not only the sword pond, but the entire site of the sword hut had already fallen into a state of fragmentation and sinking danger.

Zhou Tian was extremely unwilling; in his view, Yang Jun could not possibly withstand him.

Now he can achieve this, clearly just because of the other half of the holy sword.

Otherwise, his casual strike would have already taken Yang Jun's life!

And among these, the might of the crimson holy sword is the most important.

The holy sword belongs to me; this should rightfully be mine—what right do you have to take it?

Zhou Tian roared angrily, heedless of the trembling earth and shaking mountains, the collapsing sky and sinking ground, he swung the snow-white holy sword and struck again at Yang Jun.

Facing the attack, Yang Jun also snorted coldly, waving his red sword to block Zhou Tian's attack.

Bastard, you damned bastard, why can't you be killed?

Zhou Tian was furious beyond restraint, shouting loudly.

I have a powerful sect paving the way, and a beautiful, outstanding senior sister assisting.

Yang Jun, this playboy, without the radiance of Prince Pingxi shielding him, in his eyes isn't even worth an ant.

But precisely because of this little ant, it now brings me such a threat!

This point makes Zhou Tian truly unable to accept, utterly unwilling to believe that these things have actually fallen into his hands.

Moreover, the most important point is that Zhou Tian discovered that after the Sixth Princess refused to break off the engagement, he had carefully investigated Yang Jun.

The conclusion he reached was that Yang Jun was merely a useless playboy, fundamentally lacking martial arts.

But now it appears that Yang Jun not only knows martial arts, his own physical condition is astonishing!

This playboy—isn't his body already hollowed out by drink and lust, good for nothing?

Third Senior Sister, help me kill Yang Jun!

Zhou Tian turned to Mo Qingyan for help; now he is determined to kill Yang Jun and take back the Crimson Holy Sword.

Only then can he vent the anger in his heart.

Yang Jun, he simply isn't worthy to be my enemy!

No, we must leave now!

Mo Qingyan, however, did not act, and calmly said to Zhou Tian.

Third Senior Sister, could it be that you, too, are unwilling to help me?

Mo Qingyan's words left Zhou Tian greatly shocked.

Could it be that the appearance of that bastard Yang Jun has truly rewritten all of this?

Has it left me, when I go to face all of this, already at a loss?

The area beneath the Sword Hut should have been hollowed out by Gan Lin, made into an escape tunnel, though he didn't use it; now the clash of the holy swords releases power enough to destroy everything here.

If we don't leave, if we don't hurry away from here, we'll likely be buried here.

Mo Qingyan let out a cold snort, speaking repeatedly.

At this point, the best course is only to leave.

Actually, Yang Jun has also realized this; he now has no mind to clash swords with Zhou Tian.

Nowadays, the best course is, of course, to preserve one's life.

He grabbed Yun Xuanmo and pulled him along, then walked out.

After all, he is my brother-in-law; I cannot just stand by and let him die here.

Bastard, still trying to escape?