Chapter 501: Master of the Ninth Floor of the Flower Pavilion

That voice was icy to the extreme, as if it were being scraped out from a crack in the door, making anyone who heard it feel their scalp go numb.

Heng Xian and his group immediately turned around, only to see that at some unknown time, a man wearing a dog-face mask and a man and woman wearing ghost-face masks had silently appeared not far behind them.

The three seemed to be shrouded in a patch of dark clouds, giving off a feeling of icy coldness and ruthlessness.

Heng Xian felt somewhat puzzled, because his spiritual sense had detected no sign of their arrival, and he didn't know whether they had chased up from behind or had been there all along.

Si Tu Nan Fei leaned against the floating platform, weak and breathless, saying: "It's him!"

Su Ji also whispered a reminder: "The man among the two wearing ghost-face masks is the Grand Protector of the Flower Pavilion's Ninth Floor, Jin Duo, who is dealing with us this time!"

Sun Bufan exclaimed in shock: "The Jin Duo wearing the ghost-face mask stands behind the dog-face mask, and the dog-face mask calls himself 'this seat'—this guy..."

Si Tu Nan Fei's expression grew grave: "He should be a certain master of the Flower Pavilion!"

"You guessed correctly!"

The dog-face mask man opposite seemed to have heard their conversation, gave a faint smile, and said: "I am the Master of the Ninth Floor of the Flower Pavilion, Xiu Tu!"

Upon hearing his own admission, Si Tu Nan Fei and the others couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and they took a few steps back.

The evil of the Flower Pavilion permeates inside and out; even an ordinary Flower Pavilion disciple is endlessly troublesome and full of tricks, let alone when the Flower Pavilion master appears in person?

"Melodramatic, chuunibyou!"

Heng Xian supported Lin Shuyu and couldn't help but retort.

The dog-face mask man looked at him and said: "Oh? What do you mean?"

Heng Xian said: "Saying you're melodramatic means your brain is no good, and saying you're chuunibyou means your head got kicked by a donkey!"

"Heh..."

The dog-face mask man couldn't help but laugh out loud, then burst into wild laughter, pointing at Heng Xian: "Primordial Sword Saint True Body, Primordial Sword Saint, you're truly insane! Well, you have the capital to be crazy, having comprehended three sword intents, your Qi Sea condensed nine times, and your magical cultivation is ten times above others..."

The dog-face mask man chattered on, in an instant laying out Heng Xian's cultivation, physique, and so on in perfect clarity.

Si Tu Nan Fei, Su Ji, Sun Bufan, and the others couldn't help but stare in shock at Heng Xian, as they had never heard of these things before.

Beside them, Old Man Dao also wore a look of astonishment, after all, Heng Xian's special physique truly could be called terrifying.

However, the more Heng Xian listened, the colder he felt; anyone who has everything laid bare would feel uneasy, so he couldn't help but ask: "You've researched this?"

The dog-face mask man laughed: "Of course I've researched it; whenever a promising seedling appears among the disciples of the Dongyu Fourteen Sects, we study them thoroughly inside and out, from top to bottom!"

"As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles; the Flower Pavilion has thoroughly instilled this from start to finish, something the Fourteen Sects cannot achieve or possess!"

Having said that, he seemed not to want to waste more words, and waved a palm strike toward them.

The palm shadow was accompanied by a gust of dark wind, instantly gathering all the momentum from the vicinity of the Qian Position's "Floating Island," and it swelled against the wind to a size of over ten zhang.

The gale and palm shadow instantly loomed over everyone's heads, bringing an irresistible, overwhelming force like mountains and seas overturning.

Heng Xian looked closely and saw that the palm shadow was actually composed of hundreds of coffins, each emitting a chilling killing aura that made one's blood run cold.

Such a spell was truly unheard of and unseen.

Among those present, only Heng Xian, Sun Bufan, and three others still have the strength to fight, and among those three, only Heng Xian can act.

As the palm shadow pressed down on everyone's heads, a brilliant, dazzling sword aura suddenly spread in all directions, the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" of sword cries ringing nonstop, followed by a vast, continuous tide—thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...

Si Tu Nan Fei, Su Ji, and the others looked at Heng Xian amidst the sword aura, and couldn't help but be startled; this sword qi presence likewise surpassed their comprehension.

"Whoosh..."

The sword shadows grew more and more numerous.

Heng Xian slowly rose into the air, gazing at that palm shadow that almost made one lose the will to resist, he extended his right hand and gave a light swing.

"Hum——"

A colossal sword shadow that blotted out the sky and stretched boundlessly appeared out of thin air; the surrounding demonic qi seemed extremely fearful, fleeing like mountains roaring and seas surging.

At this moment, not only did Si Tu Nan Fei and his group instinctively look up at the giant sword, faces filled with shock, but even the two ghost-face mask man and woman opposite couldn't help but raise their heads, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Sword Saint Storm!"

Heng Xian suppressed his voice and swung down with force.

"Hum——"

The gigantic sword shadow fiercely slashed down, turning into a single sword streak, then two, three, and thousands.

Thousands of sword streaks, each bearing the aura of the Primordial Dan Realm, surged like mountains roaring and seas surging, tearing apart rotting wood, straight toward the hand formed of coffins.

The hand was not to be outdone, pressing down swiftly.

In that moment, the entire Qian Position's "Floating Island" was engulfed by the sword streaks and the massive hand, the momentum terrifying beyond compare.

At the opposite Kun Position, a large crowd came flying over—namely the Gongsun Family, Ye Zimei, Wu Gongzi, and others.

At that moment, upon seeing this scene, they suddenly froze, sucking in a cold breath.

"Ding!"

"Ding ding......"

As the sword streaks contacted the giant palm, they immediately emitted a piercing loud noise, followed by dense impact sounds.

It seemed each strike was exerted to the utmost!

That fearsome palm shadow seemed to be restrained by the sword streaks, gradually slowing its descent, then slowly fading away.

The dog-face mask man opposite gave a slight nod: "Not bad, not bad—you at least have the combat strength of mid‑Primordial Dan Realm; this Sword Saint Storm can be called aberrant, nonexistent in the human world!"

"However... is this really your strongest move? It's frankly disappointing!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, extending a finger and lightly tapping.

The giant palm condensed once more and pressed down.

"Boom——"

This time the giant palm could not be resisted; like tearing apart rotting wood, Heng Xian's sword streaks were swept away completely, and Heng Xian himself was flung backward.

"Master Xian!"

"Old Master!"

Sun Bufan and Dao Ye moved to meet Heng Xian, but before they could get close, they were blown away by an indescribable force.

They were greatly startled.

This force was blocked by Heng Xian for more than half, yet it still left them powerless to resist—just what cultivation level does that dog-faced man have?

Thud…

Heng Xian landed on the ground, his face slightly pale, his body also trembling slightly.

"We can't beat him!" Su Ji said leisurely: "This person is at Nascent Soul!"

Nascent Soul!!

Just these two words left several people devoid of any will to resist.

"Clap-clap…"

The dog-faced man lightly clapped, "Not bad, not bad, truly not bad. I have walked thousands of mountains and seas, south and north, through a hundred sects, countless experts. Speaking of young people at the Primordial Core level, you rank among them!"

Having said that, he added, "Of course, that's all there is to it!"

He waved his hand again and struck out a palm: "Overturning clouds and rain, flipping heaven and earth!"

"Boom…"

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling; immediately the world spun, as if heaven and earth had flipped over.

Heng Xian and his group, powerless to resist, were blown away.

Heng Xian flew the highest; he instinctively looked at the terrifying power surrounding everyone and murmured, "Nascent Soul…"

Soon, the group had flown out of the Qian position's "Floating Island" into the void between the Nine Grand Positions, and then they were briefly buoyed by some strange gas.

(End of chapter)