Chapter 191: Everyone Present Is a Moron

Dark clouds pressed down from the sky, with flashes of lightning and rolling thunder.

The rain fell only lightly, drizzling the roof and the flowerbeds.

Around the Hao family manor, at least two thousand sect masters had encircled it, a terrifying aura filling the sky.

Among them, the southern main gate bore the strongest pressure.

The elders and top‑ranked masters of the major sects had already produced their spiritual and magical implements.

Waiting for a single command, they would unleash a storm‑like assault to crush the Hao family!

But at this moment, Si Tu Nan Fei, Tianming Heshang and the like were not in a hurry; compared with storming the Hao family and opening battle, they were more curious about Heng Xian.

After all, he came from a small place and a minor clan; entering Tianyuan Sect as a true disciple, his future should have been boundless, yet he suddenly colluded with the demon race and caused the death of four to five thousand members of the fourteen sects. What kind of person is this fellow?

Very few of those present have actually seen Heng Xian!

Jiang Ruyan couldn't help asking, "What does this Heng Xian look like?"

Ye Hongxue pretended to be puzzled, "The situation was too urgent then, I... didn't see clearly!"

Huang Fu Taiqing, the second‑ranked master of the Eastern Imperial Palace, gave a cold smile: "As they say, appearance stems from the heart; such a person must have a pallid complexion and a strange visage!"

Huo Yuanqing opened his mouth, though he wanted to denigrate Heng Xian, his conscience wouldn't allow it: "He's not that ugly!"

Si Tu Nan Fei chuckled lightly: "If we call him out, we'll see at once; by now he can't still be a shrinking turtle, can he?"

He stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Heng Xian, do you dare to appear for a look?"

After the shout, he waited silently for a few breaths.

There was no response.

Si Tu Nan Fei called again, "When two nations clash, you still have to appear to argue; hiding your head and tail like this is rather dull!"

"You want it to be more interesting?"

From deep within the Hao family manor came a crisp yet languid voice.

"Swish—"

Eyes from all directions turned toward it.

A figure drifted up, landing on the roof of the tallest Hao house, leaning against a crescent‑shaped glazed tile, raising a wine jar for a sip.

Tall and slender, with jet‑black hair, fair skin, handsome features, long lashes, deep eyes, a faint smile, and a hint of disdain at the corners of his mouth.

Disciples from all sects couldn't help being startled.

This Heng Xian, who colluded with demons, was not at all the evil, ugly figure everyone imagined; on the contrary, he was almost excessively handsome.

His casual gestures and carefree disdain toward the fourteen sect cultivators held a deadly allure for any girl.

Among the crowd at the West Gate, Xie Lingyu stared blankly, just like the little bishōnen she had seen in the Hao house during the heavy rain.

Xu Wei, Ye Ling'er and others sighed.

At the main gate, Si Tu Nan Fei opened his folding fan, chuckled, and muttered, "No wonder the girl has good eyes!"

Jiang Ruyan frowned slightly, "Junior Brother Hou and the others actually died at the hands of such a flower‑pot‑like youth, truly…"

Huang Fu Taiqing, Huang Fu Qi's elder brother, whose younger sibling perished in the capital of Sang Guo, harbored a grudge against Heng Xian deeper than anyone's; he stepped forward, coldly saying, "Indeed, a treacherous person always bears a treacherous look!"

Heng Xian leaned against the glazed tile on the roof; in fact, he had dressed up deliberately—when facing so many eyes, even in a rush one cannot be too sloppy. The wine jar in his hand was merely a prop; otherwise, brandishing a sword and arguing dumbly would look utterly foolish!

Now, looking toward the main gate, especially at a group of top‑ranked masters from the fourteen sects, honestly,

each of them exuded overwhelming aura; both their bearing and terrifying presence could crush any sect disciple he had ever seen!

Even the one just scared away had a lingering, rich aura, astonishingly massive momentum, a Yuan Dan cultivation, and his self‑inflicted torment was no big issue.

Then glancing at the other three gates, he saw countless elite disciples of various sects in wide‑sleeved robes; any one of them could wipe out a minor family like the Hao clan.

With so many, besieging a single person truly felt like great pressure.

But thinking of beating them later seemed to excite him even more.

Below, Huang Fu Taiqing, seeing himself ignored, shouted, "You must be deaf, huh?"

Heng Xian finally reacted, giving him a casual glance, "I generally don't talk to fools!"

Huang Fu Taiqing sneered, "Do you think that I, the second‑ranked master of the Eastern Imperial Palace, at the Yuan Dan Initial Realm, could be a fool?"

Heng Xian retorted, "Then where does your judgment by appearance, calling someone a treacherous look, come from? Is that the bearing a major sect disciple should have?"

"Is that the bearing of a top‑ranked master? Boasting about being the second‑ranked master at the Yuan Dan Initial Realm?"

"Displaying it to this extent, only a fool could do such a thing, right?"

Huang Fu Taiqing opened his mouth, speechless.

Jiang Ruyan sneered, "What a sharp‑tongued little demon traitor—you sided with the demons, wreaked havoc across the world, causing five thousand sect disciples to die. You are disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, and unjust. How can you now argue with others? I advise you to end your own life promptly…"

"Idiot!" Heng Xian scoffed, interrupting.

Jiang Ruyan was taken aback, "You dare insult me?"

"Sorry, I wasn't insulting you!" Heng Xian stood, staring at everyone, "I mean, everyone present, even the fourteen sects, are idiots!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole venue erupted in a clamor.

Zhou Zhan Yi, his face bristling with murderous aura, said, "I've seen madness, but never as wild as you. Do you truly think the fourteen sects of Dongyu can't handle you?"

"Do you think that line is bold?" Heng Xian chuckled, "I'm merely a lowly disciple of Tianyuan Sect, from a small town, never having seen demons. Why would I collude with them? Haven't any sect or faction ever considered that?"

The ancient demon Heizei, with a cultivation of nineteen Nascent Souls in a single battle, whether he kills or not, cannot obey my commands!

I killed Song Rufeng and others out of personal vengeance; I saved Ma Bu Ying but didn't win over a group out of personal friendship!

As for the other five thousand, they died by Heizei's hand!

The proud fourteen sects of Dongyu, unable to subdue the ancient demon Heizei, vented all their fury onto me—how ridiculous is that?

I ask, if not idiots, then what are the fourteen sects and all of you?

I, Heng Xian, unworthy as I am, look down on everyone present from the bottom of my heart, and even more so on the fourteen sects!

I, Heng Xian, am lacking in talent, and from the bottom of my heart I look down on everyone present, and even more so on the fourteen sects!

These words sounded reasonable, but no disciple of the Fourteen Sects could bear to listen.

Wu Guangyi, Tianming Heshang, Zhou Zhan Yi, and a group of people almost simultaneously leapt into midair, shouting: "Kill!"

"Boom—"

Disciples from all sects in every direction instantly cast spells, attacking the walls and the Hao family's buildings.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to split apart, and most of the Hao family's domain turned into ruins.

However, Mao had neither formations nor ambushes.

The disciples from various sects blinked in surprise, then immediately closed in.

Zhou Zhan Yi, Jiang Ruoyan, Tianming Heshang, Ye Hongxue, Huo Yuanqing, Huangfu Taiqing, a large group of people, and the elders of the Fourteen Sects all rushed straight to the top of Heng Xian's building to kill him.

Watching all the disciples of the Fourteen Sects, Heng Xian stretched lazily and said, word by word: "If you want to be interesting, then we'll play something interesting, but I hope you remember,"

I, Heng Xian, stand tall between heaven and earth; when I turn the tables, I will surely have a proper talk with you!"

Even Zhou Zhan Yi and his group, a hundred meters away, heard it clearly and were somewhat surprised.

All they heard was Heng Xian again saying: "Let's begin!"

Just as his words fell,

"Swish—" a sword cry rang out between heaven and earth.

Whether it was Zhou Zhan Yi, Si Tu Nan Fei and a large group of Primordial Elixir experts, or the other Fourteen Sect disciples from all directions, they all felt their hearts unsettled in an instant, panicking.

Immediately, a figure abruptly appeared beside Heng Xian.

With him as the center, sword qi spread across the heavens and earth, filling a radius of a hundred li.

Within this hundred-li radius, he is the Emperor of Swords, holding the power of life and death over anyone!

(End of chapter)