Chapter 639: The Great War Begins!

Carrying him away is definitely happening — otherwise letting a sect master just lie there on the ground, how unsightly would that be.

But Tang Luo's words made the Listening Rain Sword Pavilion sword cultivators' movements hesitate.

Just like when you were a kid, about to go do your homework, and your parents suddenly popped up: "What are you doing, why aren't you going to do your homework?!"

You originally wanted to write it, but instantly lost all interest, didn't want to write anymore.

The Listening Rain Sword Pavilion sword cultivators also faced this "I don't want to carry him at all" situation, and then had to pinch their noses and carry him away anyway.

Every one of those faces looked extremely ugly.

"Good, no holding back, just leave them a breath of life." Yue Wushuang sent a voice transmission to Tang Luo, "Now is not the time for courtesy; if anything happens, I've got your back."

Fight, beat them to death!

As long as no Void Refinement cultivator steps out, you, Tang Xuanzang, are invincible!

This alliance leader position — no one else can lay a finger on it.

As Tang Luo's staunch backing and support, Yue Wushuang gave the order and provided the guarantee.

A streak of sword light flashed past, and another figure appeared on the high platform.

Shu Mountain Sword Sect Master Wu Yidao!

He reached out and gripped, flowing light turning into a giant sword a palm's width wide; as he swung it, it directly brought a whistling sound.

"Sect Master Tang, please enlighten me!" Wu Yidao looked at Tang Luo and said, his eyes full of battle intent.

Tang Luo didn't waste words, raising his hand and throwing a punch.

Wu Yidao swung the giant sword in his hand, actively meeting Tang Luo's fist.

Sword essence erupted, forming dazzling sword light.

Tang Luo's fist slammed into a stretch of golden sword light, like a fist smashing into a mud pit — all around was an incomparably sticky, boggy sensation.

All kinds of dragging forces, continuously consuming the power on his fist.

Even so.

Wu Yidao's body also violently retreated, sword light continuously shattering, and it looked like Tang Luo's fist was about to crash into the giant sword's blade.

Retracting the sword to control it, Wu Yidao brought his hands together virtually before him, turned them, and the giant sword followed with a turn, using the sword body to block Tang Luo's fist.

*Clang! *

As if hundreds of great bells struck beside the ears simultaneously, a gale blew up everyone's clothes and long hair.

Some lower-cultivation sword cultivators couldn't even stand steady, and that was with a pile of seniors in front already blocking most of the vented force.

Wu Yidao's giant sword, from the part that contacted Tang Luo's fist, developed a crack.

Instantly spreading, covering the entire sword body, directly extending to the guard and hilt.

Under one punch, Wu Yidao's sword couldn't hold up.

Watching the Shu Mountain Sword Sect Master, he was about to end up like the Listening Rain Sword Pavilion Master — "carry him away, next one."

Behind Tang Luo, the faint outline of a sword emerged.

A transparent sword, utterly silent, not a shred of killing intent or sword qi, save for a barely discernible outline.

Fundamentally impossible to detect.

The surrounding onlookers, even if they "saw" it, many didn't realize this sword's existence for a good while.

Only Spirit Severing cultivators — and only Spirit Severing sword cultivators at that — noticed.

Moreover, they "saw" it from a God's-eye view; in actual combat, it would also be hard to detect this sword's existence.

The transparent sword aimed at Tang Luo's rear brain, whistling over.

Wu Yidao's face before Tang Luo remained grave with pain, bitterly holding on.

Who would've thought this thick-browed, big-eyed guy would actually be so insidious!

Aren't you Shu Mountain Sword Sect supposed to be "chop chop chop," fierce male sword cultivators who go all-out head-on?!

You actually pulled a sneak attack, and that giant sword everyone's pretty familiar with — turns out it was never your life-bound sword at all!

The Spirit Severing sword cultivators all felt they'd been duped before.

Just as the transparent flying sword was about to pierce through Tang Xuanzang's head, severely wounding him.

His fluttering white hair suddenly tugged — or rather, Tang Luo's head tilted to the side.

The transparent flying sword flew past the side of Tang Luo's head; the silent, formless, sharp sword essence attached to it rubbed against Tang Luo's hair.

Sparking tiny specks of starlight.

Reaching out, Tang Luo's left hand grabbed toward his right cheek, backhand catching the transparent flying sword's hilt, and pushed it forward.

The giant sword happened to completely shatter under his right fist; the transparent flying sword pierced into Wu Yidao's chest!

Turning his wrist, pressing downward, Wu Yidao was nailed by Tang Luo using his own transparent flying sword onto the spacious arena platform.

This flying sword is indeed sharp.

This arena platform is of course no ordinary thing; ordinary Nascent Soul sword cultivators can't leave any marks on it.

When the transparent flying sword pierced into the arena base, Tang Luo basically felt no great resistance, very easy.

So he went with the momentum and gave it a twist.

Wu Yidao, who could still have struggled, directly "died violently," becoming a rare case — a sword cultivator stabbed half to death by his own life-bound flying sword.

Not helping Wu Yidao pull out the sword, Tang Luo retreated two steps, and spoke the words he'd just said: "Carry him away, next one."

The Shu Mountain Sword Sect sword cultivators didn't hesitate, immediately carrying away their sect master — severe injuries of course need early medical treatment.

Otherwise there really might be death from untreated severe injuries.

Defeating two sect masters in a row didn't dispel the remaining sword cultivators' thoughts of stepping up.

No matter how you put it, impossible to give up without even trying to fight once, and besides — they just didn't believe it.

Everyone wheel-battle style, could they really not beat Tang Xuanzang?

"Carry him away, next."

"Carry him away, next."

"Carry, next."

"Carry, next."

"Next."

So from then on, everyone kept hearing Tang Xuanzang, the sect master of Qing Tian Sword Sect, saying almost the same words on the stage.

Starting from the original six characters, it was gradually shortened until only one character remained.

In the end, Tang Luo didn't even bother saying a single "down," simply waving his hand to signal someone to come and carry the person away.

The stage was also full of various pits and holes, along with intersecting sword marks.

The pits and holes basically came from Tang Sect Master's fists and swords, smashing and knocking over sword cultivators, and occasionally from Tang Sect Master stepping out traces.

Tang Sect Master claimed that the act of stepping out pits was called "Toe Sword," a single toe wind-walking, which could increase movement speed.

Anyway, after stepping out the pits, an extremely fast sword cultivator, dodging one punch, couldn't avoid the second punch in time and was held down and beaten badly by Tang Sect Master.

Having fist and sword, having Toe Sword is also reasonable.

Besides these traces, Tang Luo had not a single injury on his body—let alone injuries, even his robe was completely intact.

His breath was also very stable.

It was utterly impossible to tell that he had already challenged fifteen Divine Transformation sword cultivators, and still among the top of Divine Transformation sword cultivators.

After that challenger was carried away, Tang Luo scanned the whole venue, and many sword cultivators couldn't help but turn their gazes, even lowering their heads below.

Not daring to meet his gaze.

Heaven knows whether this Tang Sect Master would suddenly get a whim and designate his own opponent.

Under the eyes of all, not stepping up would also be too embarrassing.

But stepping up might very well cost one's life.

So far, indeed no lives have been lost, but those who were carried away, each one injured quite severely, and if not treated in time, dying from untreated wounds was entirely possible.

Including the Divine Transformation sword cultivators from the other six sects who took the stage, Tang Sect Master also showed no mercy.

Clearly intending to obtain this alliance master position through mighty "virtue."

Whoever blocks gets smashed.

The scene gradually cooled down, with no one volunteering to go up anymore.

The "referee" Yue Wushuang in the corner stepped forward and said: "Is there any hero who still refuses to submit?"

Divine Transformation sword cultivators naturally still existed.

"I, Chang Chunzi, refuse to submit!" said Chang Chunzi, the acting sect master of Wan Jian Valley.

As an old sword cultivator older than some Void Refining sword cultivators, he hadn't gone up earlier.

The crowd's gaze tightened—this old fellow, was he finally going to make a move?

"Chang Chun Zhenjun refuses to submit, please come up." Yue Wushuang said.

"I won't go up." Chang Chunzi raised his chin, wearing an arrogant expression: "I know I can't beat him, but I just refuse to submit—is that not allowed?"

"..."

Everyone instantly understood why this old fellow could live so long—it turned out he relied on being shameless.

Yue Wushuang's calm expression on his face also almost couldn't hold steady.

Tang Luo glanced at that Chang Chunzi and said: "You are Zhou Dian?"

It was clear that Chang Chunzi was actually very angry, and so were the sword cultivators from the other six sects, though they had temporarily suppressed their fury.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Yue Wushuang ignored Chang Chunzi and said to the crowd.

"How about I come?"

A Golden Core sword cultivator stepped forward.

He was neither a sword cultivator of the Seven Great Sects nor of the Thirteen Sects.

But this Golden Core sword cultivator was known to many.

Because he was Qi Jinghuan, the sect master of Xia Ji Ba Qi Sword Sect, and many people, when learning about Tang Xuanzang, could not avoid knowing this person.

In a certain sense, he was Tang Xuanzang's benefactor; without him sending Tang Xuanzang into Qing Tian Sword Sect,

Tang Xuanzang would certainly still be strong, but absolutely not the current Tang Sect Master.

But why did he jump out to do this?

Tang Luo looked at Qi Jinghuan, smiled slightly, and it seemed he was about to cause trouble.

"Tang Xuanzang, still not making a move!"

Suddenly, Qi Jinghuan, who had rushed out from the crowd, changed his expression and shouted loudly, filled with hostility and killing intent, as well as anger.

This anger was not directed at Tang Luo, nor was it specifically aimed at any particular person... he dared not.

Even if the other party had given such an order, equivalent to letting Qi Jinghuan fire the first shot and then go die, he still dared not.

impotent fury, inside his heart was the little Qi Jinghuan wildly swinging and smashing with a pillow.

Following Qi Jinghuan's words, the ones who made a move were not Tang Luo, but the many non-sword cultivators hidden among the sword cultivators.

The battle broke out extremely suddenly.

In an instant, over a hundred people were killed or injured, and the originally lively gathering instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Yue Wushuang's angry roar immediately followed.

The crowd suddenly realized: the sect master of Qing Tian Sword Sect, who was about to become the alliance master of Wushuang Alliance, Tang Xuanzang, was a non-sword cultivator!

He was a mole!

"Hahahaha!"

Not only that, a burst of wanton, frenzied laughter rang out, and dozens of streams of light bearing powerful auras, under the inside-outside coordination of the infiltrators, surged into the mountain gate of the Qingtian Sword Sect.

Among them, three even emitted the terrifying aura of Void Refinement cultivators.

Non-sword cultivators, suddenly in a certain way, launched their attack, much faster, earlier, and far more violent than everyone had imagined.

Fortunately, the sword cultivators were not completely unprepared.

As Yue Wushuang roared, one after another light curtain rose from beneath everyone's feet.

Instantly dividing the battlefield, it split the originally utterly chaotic grand battlefield into one small battlefield after another.

They did not interfere with each other, and it was also difficult to perceive the situation of other "small battlefields"; one could only see blurry figures through the surrounding light curtains, greatly reducing the chaos brought by the sudden attack of non-sword cultivators, while also weakening the connections among non-sword cultivators.

Fleeting Light and Shadow Sword Grand Formation!

Even the main force of the non-sword cultivators who had just charged in was directly split apart, unable to form a sharp sword tip under the leadership of the three Void Refinement cultivators, and thus failed to pierce the "heart" of the sword cultivators.

This battlefield division was not intentional……or perhaps there was no time to be intentional about it.

Who one ended up alongside depended entirely on personal luck.

Perhaps one would look left and right, draw their sword, and feel utterly bewildered, for all around were sword cultivators.

Or perhaps, just as one regained their senses, they would be violently beaten by a group of non-sword cultivators and immediately withdraw from this battle—completely and utterly withdraw.