Chapter 55: Nine Kills

In front of the main courtyard of "Wei Yuan Hall".

Heng Xian's words were like sword qi bursting forth, piercing everyone's hearts directly.

The Heng family members peered out from the yard and the door cracks; the desperation and bewilderment in their eyes gradually vanished, turning into hope.

Heng Xiu the elder, Heng De, Heng Wei and the other brothers trembled all over, clenching their fists.

Heng Xian's lone figure, for a moment, seemed to stand on the heavens, infinitely towering.

Across from them, the disciples of the Ye, Xiao and Li families felt a sudden tremor in their hearts, their whole bodies uneasy.

The city lord Ye Baili said in a deep voice: "What a big boast! In the cultivation world, the law of the strong devouring the weak has been unchanging since antiquity, the Heng family has been weak for a hundred years,

yet it occupies the largest and most abundant resources of Donglan City; the principle that possessing treasure brings guilt—do you not understand it?"

Heng Xian raised his sword and pointed it at the ground, the blade emitting a dense sword light: "Why should I need to understand!"

"Hmph!"

Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian, Li Ruhai and the other heads of the nine families exchanged glances, and in an instant surrounded Heng Xian in the center.

"Cang—clang—..." the sound of spiritual weapons being unsheathed rang incessantly.

Each spiritual weapon radiated dazzling specks of light; this is the hallmark of the Condensing Qi Realm—spiritual energy manifesting, fierce and domineering!

Xiao Nantian said in a low voice: "You have broken through the Ninth Layer of vital energy condensation in an extremely short time; your cultivation is decidedly unstable, and now you are merely one person with one sword!".

"We are nine against one, all clad in spiritual armor; on what grounds can you win?"

Heng Xian said: "Regardless of win or loss, I will only kill!"

"You infant! Such shameless boasting! Everyone, attack!" Xue Zhengnian, with a Seventh Layer of vital energy condensation, brandished a ghost-headed blade that whistled with wind.

Nine against one!

Ten Condensing Qi Realm practitioners surged with a rolling momentum, rippling outward in all directions.

The disciples of the Ye, Xiao and Li families hurriedly retreated, each not daring to even gasp.

All the Heng family members behind the main gate felt their hearts rise to their throats!

This battle,

will decide Heng Xian's life or death, and also seal the fate of the Heng family!

Inside the East Spirit Pavilion.

Elder Xu nodded: "Xiao Nantian is right; Heng Xian, in a short time, has broken through the Seventh Layer, but his realm is unstable, his spiritual energy fluctuates, making it hard to maintain bodily balance."

Now facing three Ninth Layer vital energy condensation practitioners and Xue Zhengnian, who is at the Sixth to Seventh Layers, victory will not depend on sheer passion; the outcome... is hard to predict!

Elder Mo nodded: "Back then, when Donglan held the martial contest, he never used any sword or martial technique from start to finish; I wonder how he could possibly win?"

Ji Yaoyue stepped forward a pace, her body almost pressed against the window, concern evident in her eyes.

Jiang Ziyi clenched his teeth, his gaze flickering indecisively.

At this moment, Heng Xian raised his sword; hunting winds swirled, his clothes fluttered, and sword qi shot outward in all directions.

"Kill!"

Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian and the other eight surged forward in a flash, each with agile posture and murderous aura,

and all unleashed their martial techniques, bizarre and unpredictable.

The moment they moved, every strike was a killing move!

Yet Heng Xian's body flickered like a phantom, evading the three strongest—Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian and Li Ruhai.

In the instant the nine surrounded him, he swiftly circled around the remaining six family heads.

Finally he seized Xue Zhengnian and dropped him to the ground.

The eight of Ye Baili also fell to the ground.

The atmosphere became somewhat strange.

It paused for three breaths,

then,

"Thump—thump—..."

Five family heads lay on their backs, each with an identical deep sword scar across their necks.

One face-to-face.

Five dead!

One captured!

The whole venue fell into a death-like silence!

Everyone's eyes widened.

The once lofty five family heads were... killed with a single blow?!

Inside the East Spirit Pavilion, everyone's complexion was slightly stunned.

Elder Xu opened his mouth, taking a long moment to recover: "What... terrifying footwork, such a fast sword!"

Elder Mo inhaled deeply: "Unexpected! Footwork like drifting clouds and flowing water, swordsmanship like a mischievous horse soaring through the void.

Whether it's combat awareness, reaction speed, or killing technique,

all can be called... textbook-level!

This kid is only fifteen! The Heng family, a mediocre petty clan, couldn't have produced such a child; who did he learn from?"

Ji Yaoyue and the elder behind her exchanged a glance, their pupils both contracting slightly.

Heng family courtyard.

"Family head!"

A group of the five families' disciples shouted angrily.

The three of Ye Baili's faces turned extremely grim!

Xue Zhengnian stood trembling before Heng Xian, the ghost‑head knife in his hand already fallen to the ground, his face bearing an indescribable fear.

Just a moment ago under Heng Xian's hand, he felt like a child, completely powerless to resist, and couldn't help but shout:

"Heng, brother Heng, spare me this time!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he was thrown away like a target, soaring straight toward the Xue family's camp.

Seeing the faces of the Xue youths, his heart filled with reluctance and lingering affection; he suddenly regretted that he should have steadfastly stood by Heng Xian from the start.

Heng Xian was originally his grandson‑in‑law!

"Puff!"

The sword aura slashed, splitting his body into two pieces that landed on his lame‑legged son Xue Hao, instantly staining the son's whole body red.

"Ah! Father!"

"Grandfather!"

…

"Huh…"

Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian, and Li Ruhai breathed heavily, a trace of terror and unease flashing in the depths of their eyes.

At that moment they locked eyes, their condensed Qi of nine layers surged to its peak, and they launched together, heading straight for Heng Xian.

Their bodies, midway, exhausted all their strength and lifelong supreme techniques!

Meanwhile, Heng Xian's right hand dragged his sword, moving even faster.

In an instant he was beside Li Ruhai; his long sword arced like a rainbow, a single strike shattering Li's sword and his protective aura,

Then another slash pierced his throat, and with the momentum he swung toward Xiao Nantian's side.

Xiao Nantian could not have imagined Heng Xian swinging from Li Ruhai; for a split second he hesitated,

the master's duel ended with a single lethal strike!

Heng Xian's sword, oddly, passed through his killing move and his own blade, cutting toward his throat.

"Puff—" half of his neck was sliced open.

"Die!"

At that moment Ye Baili arrived, his "Qingcheng Sword" sheathed in three‑foot blade light, whipping up a gale that struck straight at him.

This sword could split mountains and crack stones!

Heng Xian's expression remained unruffled as he grasped his sword, met the attack, his body like a startled swan, slashing three times in a row.

One slash broke his sword technique.

One slash shattered his momentum.

One slash flicked his sword away!

"Uh…"

Ye Baili stared blankly at his launched Qingcheng Sword, his lips trembling: "…How could this happen, how could it be like this?"

After seventy years of arduous cultivation, the very method that made him famous could not even block a single move of Heng Xian?!

His face filled with twisted terror, he turned and fled.

Heng Xian landed on the ground, formed a seal with his right hand, and the falling copper sword shot out like wind, flashing away.

"Puff—"

It instantly pierced Lord Ye Baili's heart.

"Cough… cough…"

Ye Baili staggered to a halt, lowered his head to glance at the sword tip protruding from his chest,

then looked up at the densely packed Nine‑Family disciples before him, his fear turning into helplessness and resentment.

Originally,

they were the rightful victors! The undisputed victors!

At this moment they should have been lying in the old ghost of the Heng family's room, having divided all of the Heng family's resources, then stripped the legitimate Heng daughter bare and indulged in cruel play.

Yet the Heng family produced a devilish figure like Heng Xian!

The ending changed!

It's over!

He lost, losing his life and also the centuries‑long legacy of the Ye family and the Nine great clans!

"Splash!"

The Lord of Donglan City fell heavily to the ground, dying of a broken spirit.

"Splash!"

"Splash!"

The heads of the Li family, Li Ruhai, and the Xiao family, Xiao Nantian, had their necks snapped, and a beat later they also fell dead.

Fresh blood slowly stained the ground red, and the scent of gore quietly spread.

The clan heads of Donglan City's "Nine Families Dividing Heng" were all dead!

The whole venue fell silent.

Whether the Nine great clan's descendants or the Heng family in the back courtyard, all were stunned like wooden chickens!

It was too fast, too easy!

The nine lofty clan heads now lay on the ground like dead dogs,

the massive visual and psychological shock left everyone a little dazed.

Within the "Dongling Pavilion".

Old Xu murmured: "If the Heng family rises, this person will surely have a biography written about him!"

Old Mo's expression was uncertain and doubtful: "He is that Sword Cry Nine Heavens and Primordial Breakthrough!"

(End of chapter)