Chapter 425

Whether it was child's play or not, the Reversing Heaven and Earth had appeared.

Of the Nine Sacred Weapons, a full eight had gathered here; only the Shepherd's Whip remained.

As for the Shepherd's Whip, to tell the truth, up until now only a shoddy counterfeit — the Frenzy Whip — had surfaced; there was no more detailed intelligence, no concrete trace.

If the people of the White Feather Sword Manor, Zhou Yu and the rest, had not died, they would have thought the Shepherd's Whip was in Tang Luo's hands.

But they were dead.

Not even a false rumor existed about the Shepherd's Whip's whereabouts.

Following Tang Luo's very plain logic — "only you have a fan, so what you're carrying must be the Reversing Heaven and Earth" — he actually ferreted out the Reversing Heaven and Earth.

Everyone's gazes involuntarily scattered in confusion, landing on a man.

That man stepped back and shouted, "It's not me, I don't have it!"

As he spoke, he even threw his own whip away.

No one went to pick it up; this man's whip technique still carried a bit of renown, many people knew it, and everyone had seen that whip before.

A nine-section whip… utterly unrelated to the Shepherd's Whip.

Tang Luo looked at the Storyteller and asked again, "You're here too?"

The Storyteller shook his head: "This old body of mine, I really don't know any martial arts."

The moment those words came out, no one believed him; before it might have passed, but now you're holding the Reversing Heaven and Earth and you claim you don't know martial arts?

"However, Master Xuanzang truly wants the fan in this old man's hands." The Storyteller said, "If you can defeat the gathered heroes of the martial world present here, I will hand over the Reversing Heaven and Earth with both hands."

Not minding how big a spectacle it becomes — as a storyteller, this is standard operating procedure.

Fight, fight!

"Fine."

Tang Luo agreed in one breath, making everyone feel this demonic monk was truly courting death.

Yet interestingly, following Tang Luo's words, not a single person made a move.

Ye Bie Li could never join others in besieging Tang Luo; the pride of the world's number one expert — he disdained doing such a thing.

The illustrious Falling Petal Sword God, even against evil demons and heretics, would single-handedly overturn everyone.

There was no such thing as fighting shoulder-to-shoulder; that would be throwing away his face.

Zhu Chenfu, floating in the martial world for many years, had forcibly turned the Wang-Zhu clan into the Zhu-Wang clan; a man like that would never lead from the front — not just him, the Zhu-Wang clan's people wouldn't either.

The two from Moon Palace merely stood quietly.

The Bearing Heaven Pavilion had some ideas, but ultimately didn't move.

None of the Four Great Holy Lands made a move; who among the rest would dare act rashly?

The originally tense scene, like a powder keg, fell quiet once more.

Only this quiet was not an easing, but suppression and stifling heaviness.

"Heh."

A light laugh broke the silence on the field: "Since you're unwilling to move first, then this poor monk will go first."

Finished speaking, Tang Luo's body vanished from its original spot.

At his words, the surrounding martial artists were greatly alarmed, all striking out to protect themselves.

Fist!

Palm!

Foot!

Sabers, swords, and a small number of long weapons were hard to deploy.

And those with high lightness skill, or who thought their lightness skill was high, fled in other directions.

For a moment, shouts filled the air, along with either dull or sharp sounds of air being torn.

However, they struck only air, because Tang Luo's target was fundamentally not them.

Rather…

As Tang Luo spoke, Zhu Chenfu's narrow eyes instantly widened, his gaze like knives, dazzling and piercing, truly making it impossible to meet his eyes.

His body, with an agility completely belying his age and appearance, detached from the soft sedan and arrived beside his granddaughter, striking the sword case with a palm.

The sword case opened in response, revealing a great sword inside.

The blade was broad, deep and still like ink, named Myriad Autumns and Myriad Ages! Also bearing the title Sword of Earth; when wielded, heaven and earth darken, sand flies and stones roll.

The moment Myriad Autumns and Myriad Ages was drawn, the Heavenly Forbidden Guards blocking the front fell like harvested wheat.

They simply could not halt Tang Luo's steps.

Fortunately Zhu Chenfu's reaction was indeed fast enough; with Myriad Autumns and Myriad Ages in hand, he swept horizontally at the arriving Tang Luo.

Simultaneously his other hand extended thumb, index, and middle fingers, curved, forming an eagle-claw shape.

The palm took on a dark-gold hue; as qi surged and circulated, it seemed as if he were gripping a sphere.

Unyielding Divine Claw!

A martial arts move Zhu Chenfu self-created by combining years of experience and many martial arts.

Its power shatters gold and splits stone; crushing human bones is as easy as grabbing tofu.

Moreover, those struck feel as if carved by a thousand knives, pain beyond compare; some grabbed by the wrist by Zhu Chenfu have even died purely from the agony.

Myriad Autumns and Myriad Ages chopped at the waist; Unyielding Divine Claw seized at Tang Luo's throat.

It looked exactly as if Tang Luo had voluntarily delivered himself before Zhu Chenfu.

Among the martial artists present, those able to discern Tang Luo's movements and see Zhu Chenfu's counterattack clearly were few.

The Moon Palace Master counted as one; the Falling Petal Sword God naturally could as well.

In the next breath, the Moon Palace Master heard a series of crisp cracks — the sound of bones shattering.

Ye Bie Li's eyes narrowed, and a grave, astonished look involuntarily appeared on his face.

In the instant the sword and claw reached him, Tang Luo moved.

A very simple motion: his right hand blocked Qian Qiu Wan Zai, his left hand blocked Mi Jian Divine Claw.

Only the way he blocked was with the backs of his hands, striking precisely on Zhu Chen Fu's wrists.

At the moment of contact, Zhu Chen Fu's body shook, freezing like a broken puppet; then, Tang Luo pressed a palm onto Zhu Chen Fu's chest.

As he withdrew, he casually grabbed, and Qian Qiu Wan Zai had already fallen into his hand.

His figure retreated sharply, turning into a residual shadow.

When he re-stabilized and appeared in everyone's sight, he had already returned to his original spot!

An extra sword was in his hand — Qian Qiu Wan Zai!

Tang Luo lightly tapped, and Qian Qiu Wan Zai stabbed into the ground, standing erect between the other two Holy Weapons.

The surrounding shouts, the sound of tearing air, and the commotion only then stopped.

Many people's faces flushed red; even though they knew they most likely wouldn't be the target when that demon monk vanished.

But martial instinct made them involuntarily choose to act — that instant's feeling was incomparably dangerous.

Just like having a knife held to their throat, with mortal peril at any moment.

Instinctive counterattack isn't excessive; right, this is a martial artist's instinct!

And even more people looked toward the Zhu Royal Clan's side.

The Heavenly Forbidden Guards standing at the very front, facing the Fourth Degree Demon Monk, had all fallen; the Heavenly Forbidden Guards behind hadn't even had time to step forward.

Zhu Chen Fu stood beside his granddaughter, his body trembling slightly, his face pained.

Zhu Yi Shou held the open sword case, seemingly wanting to touch his grandfather, yet not daring to.

"Pfft!"

Zhu Chen Fu violently spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale as gold paper, and fell backward.

If one's eyesight were better, they would discover Zhu Chen Fu's wrists were already snapped, his chest also caved in.

The two sides' exchange had no great momentum, the speed extremely fast, merely in the blink of an eye.

Yet in just this bit of time, Zhu Chen Fu's both hands were crippled, his breastbone completely shattered, and the Qian Qiu Wan Zai sword had even fallen into the demon monk's hands.

The man himself was heavily injured and fell, might even be dead — after all, he was that old.

In fact, even a few years ago Zhu Chen Fu, with his profound cultivation, maintained an extremely good condition, unlike now so aged.

The aging of today could only prove that compared to a few years ago, he had already declined.

But no matter how much he had declined, Zhu Chen Fu's strength was at least in the top five of the Jianghu!

Unexpectedly, he actually lost so cleanly, and — one could say silently and unnoticed.

The Heavenly Forbidden Guards had already surrounded him, encircling the fallen Zhu Chen Fu; someone had already fed him pills and begun treating his injuries.

Zhu Yi Shou hesitated, not knowing whether she should take her grandfather and leave now.

With Zhu Chen Fu down, there were quite a few people on scene who wanted to bite a piece of flesh off him.

Before she could think of a feasible, safe plan.

She heard that Fourth Degree Demon Monk declare in a clear voice: "Benefactor Ye, this poor monk grants you a thoroughly exhilarating defeat!"

As his voice fell, a gale swept up, and everyone saw the white-haired demon monk's body shoot upward.

Not like jumping into mid-air, more like floating and flying into mid-air.

After a slight pause, Tang Luo raised his hand and struck toward Ye Bie Li.

Qi surged, forming a faintly discernible giant palm before him.

Even Jianghu people not targeted by Tang Luo's main attack felt immense pressure, as if they had turned into tiny insects.

And a single person was facing a palm strike descending.

Facing this heaven-shaking, earth-moving palm, Ye Bie Li's long hair and clothes fluttered without wind, sword intent erupted, sword qi surged.

The swords in everyone's hands — even sabers — all began to tremble.

Then, they directly broke free from their owners' hands!

Apart from the Black Flame Demon Saber, all the remaining sabers and swords flew into mid-air, rotating in mid-air following Ye Bie Li's slow sword-waving motion.

Forming a vortex, a cone, a giant sword composed of sabers and swords!

Meeting the giant palm in the sky head-on!

If the giant palm was a descending sky-curtain, then these sharp weapons would tear that sky-curtain apart.

The world all believes the Parting Soul Sword is a pair of swords; actually, this is wrong.

The true Parting Soul Sword is only one sword — the one in Ye Bie Li's hand.

But the Parting Soul Sword can also be many, because it can nurture other swords, even sabers, and then remotely control them, forming mother-child swords.

Generations of Flying Sword Gate masters held the true Parting Soul Sword, disciples held child swords.

So everyone thought they were the Parting Soul Twin Swords.

Actually, they can also be the Parting Soul Twin Swords, because generations of Flying Sword Gate, remotely controlling one child sword was about the limit.

Controlling one more was all a difficult matter.

Ye Bie Li's talent was stunning, achieving what predecessors could not.

In this instant, he controlled nearly a hundred weapons, opposing Tang Luo's palm strike descending from the heavens!

Unleashing the strongest move in several decades!

This move is named Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Ancestor!

The foremost sword blades collided against the faintly visible palm, resisting for less than zero point one seconds, then shattered into massive amounts of fragments.

The weapons beside them also shattered along with them; the fragments were swept up by the surging Qi, flying and tumbling in the sky.

"Collapse!"

"Collapse!"

All the way, the momentum was like splitting bamboo; the giant palm descended.

Ye Bie Li's expression was solemn, maintaining the posture of thrusting his sword.

The sword blade hummed softly, sword qi surged; those flying fragments unexpectedly reversed and rolled back, gathering beside the Li Hun Sword, forming a giant sword.

"Ha!"

Ye Bie Li shouted loudly, gripping the sword with one hand, leaping up, stabbing toward the giant palm in the sky!

Stabbing toward Tang Luo behind the giant palm.

"Boom!"

That was the sound of pure air friction, exploding.

The surging gale, flying sand and rolling stones, made it impossible for people to open their eyes, forcing them to temporarily avoid the brunt.

When the wind calmed and the waves stilled, everyone saw Ye Bie Li half-kneeling on the ground, a trace of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, the Li Hun Sword planted in the earth, supporting him so he did not fall.

Before him stood the white-haired demon monk Tang Xuan Zang, hands clasped behind his back.

Around the two were a large amount of shattered remnant weapons, like a graveyard of weapons.

"What palm technique is this?" Ye Bie Li asked.

"Xuan Zang Divine Palm." Ao Yu Lie answered in place of his master, no mistake.

"Xuan Zang Divine Palm." Ye Bie Li murmured, reversing his grip on the Li Hun Sword, presenting the hilt, "I lost."

Tang Luo nodded, accepted the Li Hun Sword and tossed it backward; the Li Hun Sword stabbed into the ground, right beside Qian Qiu Wan Zai.

Four Saint Weapons together.

A wondrous change seemed to have occurred; faintly visible flowing light revolved, reflecting off each other.