Chapter 424: You've Disgraced Your Master!

As Tang Luo spoke, the scene fell silent in an instant.

One could clearly hear the rustling of insects around and the distant calls of birds in the sky.

No one spoke rashly to break the silence.

This is the currently prominent Fourth-Degree Demon Monk Tang Xuanzang!

White-haired, wearing a black greatcoat, he looks extraordinarily young, his age not exceeding that of his disciples.

According to jianghu rumors, if it weren't for his infamous reputation and the fact that his disciple is the "X Young Master," he would have made the Three Young Masters into the Four Young Masters.

But when many people actually saw him, they truly realized he is certainly no Young Master.

Standing there, calm as an abyss and steady as a mountain, merely his gaze sweeping over creates the illusion of gazing up at a lofty peak.

Unlike Zhu Chenfu's knife-like stare that seems to carve flesh from a person,

this person's gaze is suddenly profound, like a mountain, like a vortex, and the pressure it brings absolutely cannot be compared to the chill of being stared at by Zhu Chenfu.

One does not need to cultivate an especially vicious gaze.

As long as one has wandered the jianghu for a while and has some discernment in judging people,

seeing this person, one knows he is a jianghu titan, not some romantic and unrestrained X Young Master.

Of course, the Three Young Masters are all strong, but compared to their master, they seem somewhat inadequate.

They have not yet reached the level of surpassing their master, of the blue outdoing the indigo.

Facing the "invitation" of the Fourth-Degree Demon Monk, the crowd fell silent.

"Hey."

Nai Taisheng laughed, stepped forward, took down the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Splitting 【Weapon】, and threw it to the ground.

The ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Tang Yuhan also plunged the Coiling Dragon Staff into the ground, while Ao Yulie did not move.

"What is the secret of the Nine Sacred Weapons?" Finally, someone spoke to break the silence, Zhu Chenfu's voice coming from the direction of the soft palanquin.

"On the day of the Nine Stars Linked in a Row, the Nine Sacred Weapons gather." Tang Luo said, "The secret will reveal itself."

"The Nine Sacred Weapons gather, hey." Zhu Chenfu gave a cold laugh, "You monk, your appetite is huge."

Tang Luo did not answer, only saying, "The Sacred Weapons are right here, esteemed patrons, do you really not intend to take them?"

His answer was a clear sword cry.

The Sword Young Master drew his sword, descended from above, and stood before Tang Luo: "I do not want the Sacred Weapon, but I want to challenge you!"

The surrounding jianghu people all let out a low cry.

It has begun!

The first battle indeed began with the straightforward Sword Young Master; once the fight starts, it will likely become a melee in the end...

"You should let your master come." Ao Yulie blocked the Sword Young Master and said, "By the way, where are the Twin Soul Swords? Only one?"

He looked at the Sword Young Master's waist sword.

If the information is correct, the Twin Soul Swords: one is in the Sword Young Master's hand, the other is on the Falling Flower Sword God, who appears and disappears like a dragon seeing its head but not its tail.

"If you want to see the Twin Soul Swords, you must see your own ability." Ye Yue looked at Ao Yulie.

"Interesting."

As Ao Yulie's words fell, his body moved and he appeared before Ye Yue.

He struck out with a palm.

Among those present, only four-tenths could clearly see this palm.

Those confident in blocking or dodging it were even fewer.

Ye Yue undoubtedly was one of them; only seen, he placed his sword horizontally before his body, blocking the path the palm must take, while his other hand drew another sword and thrust toward Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie reached out and seized the sword thrusting at his throat, simultaneously bringing down a heavy palm on the blade.

The Sword Young Master felt a tremendous force coming, the sword blade snapped with a sound, the broken sword flew up, tracing a flash of cold light in midair.

Ao Yulie's palm, carrying the remaining half of the sword blade, landed on Ye Yue's chest.

The surging immense power was something he could not resist at all.

His other hand could no longer grip the sword hilt; Ye Yue was flung backward, in midair he maneuvered and turned, landed and retreated more than ten steps, barely stopping before colliding with the jianghu people behind him.

A strange flush appeared on his face, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of clotted blood.

One move repelled him!

No one expected this result.

Aren't the Three Young Masters supposed to be evenly matched?

Why can the Jade Dragon Young Master repel the Sword Young Master in one move? Is it because of the Black Flame Demonic Blade?

But the Jade Dragon Young Master did not draw his blade, and the Sword Young Master is also wearing the Twin Soul Swords; they should be on the same level.

"With this strength, even I cannot beat it, yet you still want to challenge my master?" Ao Yulie casually threw his sword to one side.

The Sword Young Master slowly straightened up, exhaled a breath of foul air: "It's my fault."

While saying this, he untied the sword sheath on his back and threw the remaining two swords to the ground.

"You thought you were on the same level as Bai Zhu." He grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, Ye Yue slowly drew his sword.

"Hey!"

Bai Zhu on the side was very dissatisfied, "You damn, at this time you still want to badmouth me?"

However, at this time, no one paid him any attention.

Because everyone was watching the Sword Young Master, the Twin Soul Sword, about to be drawn!

It has been many years; no one has witnessed the Sacred Weapons displaying their power.

Whether it is the Black Flame Demonic Blade or the Coiling Dragon Staff, both were just beginning to show their might when the demon monk pressed down and seized them.

Not even a real splash was stirred up.

"Clang!"

With a sword's cry, Lihun left its scabbard.

It looked unremarkable, just an ordinary sword — one could even find a pile of identical ones in a weapon shop.

But the moment this sword left its scabbard, Sword Young Master's aura changed, becoming like a sharp sword.

Sword intent soared to the heavens.

"This sword is not bad." Ao Yulie praised, "But it will soon be mine."

A streak of black light flashed past, heading straight for Ye Yue.

Ye Yue's expression turned grave; he swung his sword to chop, meeting the attack head-on.

The Black Flame Demon Saber and Lihun Sword collided, a crisp sound echoing within Tianhe Valley.

Many people felt the weapons in their hands seem to tremble.

One strike blocked, Ao Yulie did not pause in the slightest; the Black Flame Demon Saber turned into layers upon layers of afterimages and saber light, descending upon Ye Yue.

The Luan Pifeng Saber Technique, also known as the Eight Hacks of Xia Ji.

Like a violent storm, the attacks pressed down on Ye Yue until he could barely breathe.

This was the first time in his life he had encountered such an opponent.

There was no pattern or method to speak of, only one chaotic hack after another.

Yet every single hack carried a force that made his tiger's mouth go numb, nearly unable to grip the sword in his hand.

Despite the continuous clanging sounds, he barely managed to block the sabers before him.

His body, however, retreated involuntarily, retreating step by step!

They say prolonged defense must fail; Ye Yue knew clearly he didn't even need to defend for long — the very next hack, or the one after, would likely break through his guard.

Suddenly, the Lihun in Ye Yue's hand trembled slightly, at an extremely tricky angle, stabbing onto the Black Flame Demon Saber.

Like a snake seized at its seven-inch mark.

The Black Flame Demon Saber, originally visible only as black saber light, instantly stopped.

Everyone could clearly see that the legendary Black Flame now only had some remnants still burning.

One sword stopped the Black Flame Demon Saber; Ye Yue's body violently retreated, looking to one side: "Master!"

The crowd followed his gaze.

They saw a man slowly walking up the stone steps, dressed in gray robes, bearing a calm temperament, around forty years old, holding a sword in hand.

The sword body was immaculate like white jade, clear like moonlight.

That divine stroke just now was not from Ye Yue's hand, but from this approaching man.

Falling Petal Sword God, Ye Bie Li!

The reason for this title was that he once held a flowering tree branch and killed several major demonic figures.

Those old demons went all out to besiege him, yet in the end could only make the petals on the branch fall.

The title Falling Petal Sword God originated from this.

Falling petals were not Ye Bie Li actively letting petals fall, but others could only force Ye Bie Li to let petals fall.

This time, what Ye Bie Li held was not a casually plucked tree branch, but the Holy Weapon Lihun Sword!

Compared to the other one, this Lihun truly had the bearing of a Holy Weapon.

Ye Bie Li glanced at Ye Yue, whose face was flushed red, and shook his head slightly.

Ye Yue clenched one hand tightly into a fist.

Ao Yulie beside him watched with great delight: "You've embarrassed your master!"

What you don't want done to yourself, don't do to others; do it to others, and it's especially delightful!

Ye Yue was filled with shame and anger, wishing he could rush over and fight Ao Yulie to the death, but unfortunately he couldn't win.

If his master hadn't acted just now, he would probably have been hacked to death by this guy — the gap in strength between the two sides was far beyond Sword Young Master's expectations.

He had initially thought the one he wanted to challenge was the Fourth-Degree Demon Monk.

It wasn't that he thought he could beat that demon monk; he just wanted to challenge a strong expert.

He never expected that, for him, Jade Dragon Young Master was already a strong expert.

"Losing once is also a good thing." Ye Bie Li looked at his disciple and said blandly, "This master also lost many times back then."

"Yes." Ye Yue didn't dare retort; this time, he had lost too wretchedly.

Even Bai Zhu didn't gloat; he thought carefully, if it had been him facing Jade Dragon Young Master in Moon Palace at that time, the outcome would probably be about the same.

Why?

You're clearly also one of the Three Young Masters, so why is your martial arts so high?

Why is your master's martial arts also higher than my master's?

"Master Xuanzang, please enlighten me." Over there Ye Bie Li had already looked at Tang Luo, his opening words an invitation to battle.

Master and disciple were clearly cut from the same cloth.

At this moment, Ao Yulie did not stop them.

"The Twin Lihun Swords." Tang Luo said, "If the benefactor loses, this poor monk will take the Twin Lihun Swords."

"Good." Ye Bie Li nodded, "If you lose, I'll take a Holy Weapon."

Not taking advantage of you, you don't take advantage of me either; everything clear and simple.

Just like his Sword Dao.

"Come."

"You're not using a Holy Weapon?" Ye Bie Li said.

He saw that Tang Luo had no intention of picking up the Coiling Dragon Staff or the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Smashing.

"Not needed," Tang Luo said.

Ye Bie Li froze for a moment, then shook his head and laughed.

How many years had it been? Since becoming unrivaled in the current era, this was the first time someone had looked down on him like this.

In the past, although there were those "I know I can't beat you but I just refuse to accept it" types, they were all just jumping clowns.

To be slighted by someone he regarded as a rival, a powerful enemy.

Ye Bie Li couldn't help but give rise to a surge of anger.

The rest also felt the demon monk was courting death.

This is the Falling Petal Sword God, holding a Saint Weapon in hand, yet you actually say you don't need a Saint Weapon?

Arrogant and conceited, but isn't this way of courting death a bit too much?

"Hey, since the Dharma Master is so confident, how about adding me?" Zhu Chenfu's voice was hoarse and grating.

This old fellow, putting on a grand show, yet doesn't know how to observe any face.

What righteousness is there in dealing with a demon monk? Everyone together, then.

Kill him first, then evaluate the Saint Weapon; as for secrets, unless that secret can let him, Zhu Chenfu, extend his lifespan, he wouldn't care.

"Fine," Tang Luo agreed in one breath, looking at the storyteller in the crowd, "You too, together. If you lose, hand over the Inverted Scroll of Heaven and Earth to me."

The people there froze, instinctively retreating and looking around, leaving only the storyteller standing in place.

"Ah."

The storyteller shook his head, somewhat surprised, but didn't play dumb, "How did you discover it, Dharma Master Xuanzang?"

Everyone was surprised, even Ye Bie Li cast a sidelong glance over; the Inverted Scroll of Heaven and Earth, which had no news or trace for decades, was actually in this storyteller's hands?

"Only you brought a fan," Tang Luo said, "This poor monk just tried randomly."

"Huh?" The storyteller froze, smiling bitterly, "This really is..."

Wanting to speak but stopping, unable to say anything; he was just probed out like this?

The others also found it incomparably absurd; you hid for so many years, and a single sentence from someone directly drew you out?

Simply child's play.