Chapter 393: There Should Be My Name in the Sword Dao (A Grand Chapter of 4,600 Words)

Being a Guest Minister was one thing, but no one expected Yu Liancheng to kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan just like that—he was, after all, a powerhouse who was highly likely to become the head of the Xuanyuan family and ascend to the rank of a First-Rank Expert.

He just stomped his head into a pulp like that, without the slightest hesitation.

Whether they were ordinary people of the Edo or disciples of the Xuanyuan family, at this moment, it was as if a Shitou had been stuffed into their throats; they couldn't spit out a single word.

They could only stare at Yu Liancheng with dull, terrified, and incredulous eyes.

The expression on Xuanyuan Jingyi's face was particularly spectacular.

It was as if surprise and fear... all sorts of expressions were perfectly blended together, finally transforming into an unconcealable sense of wild joy; the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid being discovered by others.

His eldest brother, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, was devoted only to reading and was timid and weak; he wouldn't even dare to get angry if someone were to defecate on his head, so he posed no threat to him at all.

His third brother, Xuanyuan Jingxuan, had extraordinary talent and was deeply valued by their father and the ancestors, making him the greatest rival in the competition for the position of family head.

Upon learning that the other party was about to step into the First-Rank Vajra Realm, his pressure had increased even more.

But now, his third brother was dead just like that.

That position of family head now belonged to him, Xuanyuan Jingyi, without a doubt.

Of course, this birthday banquet had been planned by him, Xuanyuan Jingyi, and since so many people had died, including his third brother Xuanyuan Jingxuan, it was inevitable that he would be punished by the ancestors.

But that was just a trivial matter of no consequence.

The position of family head was already a certainty, and his dream of many years was almost within reach; if the timing hadn't been wrong, he would have almost looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Haha, he couldn't laugh.

It wouldn't be good if others saw it; he was, after all, his own flesh and blood brother.

"You laughed?"

Yu Liancheng's voice suddenly rang out, his eyes seemingly able to see the expression Xuanyuan Jingyi had hidden beneath his hairpiece and hair, and he immediately condemned him sternly.

"Your brother is dead, and you are actually laughing so happily; are you even human? For the sake of a so-called position as family head, you don't even care about brotherly affection—bah, I despise you."

"You, you're talking nonsense!" Xuanyuan Jingyi was exposed in public, his heart filled with sudden panic, and he couldn't help but let out a curse.

"Ready."

He raised a hand again, and the archers behind him immediately drew their bows and notched their arrows, aiming at Yu Liancheng. They waited only for the order to shoot this reckless youth into a hedgehog.

"I advise you all best not to make a move against me."

Yu Liancheng sneered, his murderous intent fully revealed: "I had already made up my mind earlier; no matter who provokes me, even if they are a pile of shit, I will still go up and stomp on them."

"Bastard." Xuanyuan Jingyi was furious, looking up and shouting: "What are you still standing there for? Fire! Kill him!"

Twang! Twang! Twang!

The bowstrings were pulled like full moons, emitting a harsh, humming sound; the arrows pierced the air, covering Yu Liancheng like a swarm of locusts.

These archers were trained by the Xuanyuan family at a great cost; the arrows traced an arc in the air, aggressive and fierce, with unusual accuracy and force.

Xuanyuan Jingyi was very confident; perhaps only a true Vajra Realm expert could fully withstand this rain of arrows, and even a Small Grandmaster who was just a layer of window paper away from breaking through would suffer a great loss.

At that time, he would have his Guest Ministers make a move; although it wouldn't be a sure thing, it wouldn't be far off.

Some heroines and noblewomen couldn't help but scream, unable to bear watching the scene that was about to follow. Such a handsome youth, "fragrant death and jade destruction" just like that.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; he waved his sleeves and struck out with a backhand palm, the air suddenly vibrating violently, rolling and surging.

The incoming arrows entered this area, and after stagnating for a moment, they were continuously deflected and reflected back; the air hissed, and both their speed and power were far greater than before.

In an instant, the arrows reflected back upon their masters, and a continuous chorus of screams and wails arose; no one knew how many had been killed or injured.

"Are you ready? I've come to stomp on you."

Yu Liancheng looked at Xuanyuan Jingyi, curling his lips into a wanton smile, handsome yet demonic, radiating an evil charm.

With a tap of his toes, the ground exploded with a boom; within a radius of three zhang, the ground was pulverized into powder inch by inch, and his entire body shot toward Xuanyuan Jingyi like a cannonball.

"Quick, protect me!"

Xuanyuan Jingyi was terrified, his figure retreating in a hurry.

He was a man who would become the head of the Xuanyuan family in the future; he absolutely could not die here.

Twenty or so Guest Ministers attacked simultaneously, bringing out their respective ultimate techniques, attempting to stop Yu Liancheng.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Qi and Blood within Yu Liancheng's body erupted like a volcano spewing infinite heat; his speed increased abruptly, and his wild charge brought with it a hurricane, pulling a long wave of air. Sand and stones flew, and the wine tables and stools along the way were shattered and blown apart.

The group of Guest Ministers couldn't get close to Yu Liancheng at all; they were swept away like grass in the wind, and several even had their limbs shattered, blood spraying everywhere.

Only the Chief Guest Minister Huang Fangfu and the Second Guest Minister Hong Biao managed to barely resist the air wave, but before they could make a move, they were already flicked away by Yu Liancheng's two fingers.

Seeing Xuanyuan Jingyi fleeing in a sorry state, Yu Liancheng tapped his toes again, his figure twisting and turning into a rapidly spinning whirlwind, bringing with it rolling waves of air.

In the eyes of others, it was as if they saw a tornado rising up, quickly swirling to the top of Xuanyuan Jingyi's head.

Yu Liancheng's legs spun like a spinning top, crashing down with a boom.

Although Xuanyuan Jingyi practiced martial arts, he spent most of his time managing his connections; how could he possibly withstand this move?

Yu Liancheng stepped on Xuanyuan Jingyi's back with one foot, then tapped his other foot on his left leg, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground; his internal organs felt as if they had shifted, and his left leg was nearly broken.

"I said I would stomp on you, so I will stomp on you; I always keep my word." Yu Liancheng walked up slowly and raised a foot, stepping on Xuanyuan Jingyi's face, causing his entire face to twist and deform.

"Bastard, if you want to kill me, then kill me! Don't you dare humiliate me." Xuanyuan Jingyi trembled all over due to the injury on his thigh, and was even more furious to the point of extremity because of Yu Liancheng's humiliation.

"Bastard, you tell me to kill you, so I kill you? I think you are the one humiliating me." Yu Liancheng lowered his head, smiling as he appreciated Xuanyuan Jingyi's angry and powerless expression at this moment.

Although he seemed to be a bit extreme in temperament now due to the influence of the Evil Emperor Relic, this unbridled feeling was really great. If it were before, he would have just stomped the other party to death with one foot, too lazy to waste so much breath.

"Little beast, you are courting death!!"

Suddenly, an old, powerful voice filled with chilling murderous intent rang out.

At the same time, the sound of clothes tearing through the air and a sharp whistle rose up.

A figure shot over from afar like a flying bird, fast as lightning; his physique was majestic, his temples and hair were like frost, and he wore a sword at his waist—who else could it be but the person in charge of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Guoqi.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was fuming with rage; in truth, he had long heard that someone was causing trouble in the plaza, but this was, after all, Huishan, and his second son Xuanyuan Jingyi was in charge, so no major trouble could come of it.

But as disciples reported from time to time, Xuanyuan Guoqi finally realized the severity of the matter and rushed toward the plaza at full speed.

And when he arrived, he saw the corpse of his third son, Xuanyuan Jingxuan, and Xuanyuan Jingyi, who was being trampled underfoot by Yu Liancheng.

Xuanyuan Jingyi was already the last remaining hope among the three branches, so naturally, nothing could happen to him; as for Yu Liancheng, the culprit behind all this, he wished for nothing more than to kill him immediately.

"Old beast, if you dare to take another step forward, your second son's head will end up just like your third son's." Yu Liancheng's shoe twisted back and forth on Xuanyuan Jingyi's face, making a motion as if to stomp down.

Xuanyuan Guoqi's swooping figure stalled, then landed not far from Yu Liancheng, his aged, turbid eyes filled with a rage that could not be extinguished even by draining all the rivers and lakes, his voice low: "Little beast, release Jingyi for me at once."

"Old beast, do you believe that I..."

Yu Liancheng's expression suddenly shifted, and he roared furiously: "Hu Dan, you call me a little beast, I call you an old beast, wouldn't I be lowering myself by a generation for nothing? You old rascal, you're plotting against me."

A strange feeling could not help but arise in the hearts of the crowd; looking at Yu Liancheng's angry expression, it was as if it were not Xuanyuan Guoqi whose son had been killed and whose other son was crippled, but him.

"Little beast, if you dare to harm a single hair on Jingyi, this old man will make sure you die without a burial place." Xuanyuan Guoqi gritted his teeth, roaring in fury, his beard and hair standing on end: "Release him at once!!"

As he spoke, a thick Sword Intent and the majesty of a superior surged out, sweeping toward Yu Liancheng as if it had physical substance.

If this were an ordinary expert standing before him, they would inevitably be struck with terror and filled with profound panic.

"Damn it, you still dare to take advantage of me."

Yu Liancheng lifted his foot, and before Xuanyuan Jingyi could even get up, he stomped down on his other intact leg; with a *crack*, the leg bone was nearly shattered, and a wail of agony rang out.

If I can't deal with you right now, can't I deal with your son?

"You... you... I will grind you to dust."

Xuanyuan Guoqi gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling with rage; the ancient sword hanging at his waist, named "Baopu," seemed to sense its master's killing intent, humming and vibrating, its Sword Qi piercing the sky.

"Forget it, I've stepped on this piece of shit enough, I'll give it back to you, little beast." Yu Liancheng suddenly kicked Xuanyuan Jingyi in the abdomen, sending him flying out.

Xuanyuan Guoqi hurriedly reached out to catch his son, but the moment he touched the other's body, he felt a massive force strike him; his feet paused slightly, his palms rotated as he used a technique to dissipate the force, but his entire body was still pushed back several zhang by the immense power, carving two deep furrows into the ground, the floor shattering.

When this force was mostly spent, Xuanyuan Guoqi finally stood firm, but his arms were still trembling; looking down, he saw Xuanyuan Jingyi's face with blood flowing from his seven orifices, his breath already gone.

The force Yu Liancheng had sent was too immense; Xuanyuan Guoqi excelled in sword techniques, but his methods for dissipating force were mediocre, and he even had to use some of his own power to resist it.

The two forces clashed within Xuanyuan Jingyi's body, shattering his internal organs, resulting in the scene before them.

Xuanyuan Guoqi held his son, his whole body trembling, and let out a long howl toward the sky, the howl filled with grief and indignation.

Even though the Xuanyuan Family did not place much importance on blood relations, having a white-haired man bury his black-haired son twice in a row still left this old man filled with immense grief and rage.

Yu Liancheng shrugged, not pushing the responsibility for killing Xuanyuan Jingyi onto Xuanyuan Guoqi, merely saying indifferently: "Those who kill will always be killed; it is normal for a wanderer of the Edo to die in the Edo."

"A fine 'those who kill will always be killed,' go to hell."

Xuanyuan Guoqi was furious, his eyes blood-red; he set down Xuanyuan Jingyi's corpse, and the Baopu Sword in his palm suddenly unsheathed.

The sword light pierced the air for ten zhang, slicing through the atmosphere, the ground cracking inch by inch, as it suddenly slashed toward Yu Liancheng, intending to hack this enemy who killed his son into ten thousand pieces.

"What a powerful sword technique; the achievements of this head of the Xuanyuan Family may not necessarily lose to the Xuanyuan Ancestor in the future."

"Even if this sword strike cannot compare to Deng Taie, it is still the pinnacle of the Edo."

The complexions of the various Edo heroes were turned a sickly green by the reflection of the sword light, deepening their understanding of the Xuanyuan Family's strength.

It was no wonder Xuanyuan Guoqi still had the courage to launch an attack after seeing the corpses covering the ground; his cultivation was indeed unfathomable.

In reality, this man was a Grandmaster of the Sword Dao; with his three-foot green blade carrying immortal energy, even the Dongyue Sword Pool—whose Sword Dao majesty was second only to the Wu Family Sword Tomb—regarded him as their number one mortal threat; it was rumored he could control a sword from ten zhang away to take a head, his sword technique stood out in the southeast, and his strength in the entire Huishan was second only to the Xuanyuan Ancestor.

Yu Liancheng's figure was like a mountain, motionless. A large hand suddenly opened and reached forward, his fingers possessing a crystalline, jade-like luster, flawless, as they grabbed toward the Sword Qi.

Others only thought Yu Liancheng was courting death; how could a mortal body withstand that Sword Qi capable of cutting gold and snapping jade?

But in Xuanyuan Guoqi's eyes, this hand was constantly enlarging, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to cover the sky, surging over like a deluge.

Bang!

The Sword Qi collided with the lustrous fingers and shattered with a boom, spilling out in all directions and slicing the ground into pieces.

Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression darkened slightly, his wrist turned, and the sword light spun and changed continuously, every move lethal and profoundly exquisite, fully displaying the aura of a Grandmaster of the Sword Dao.

Yu Liancheng's five fingers rotated, the air emitting bursts of explosions as they were grabbed. His entire hand seemed to transform into a Five-Finger Mountain; no matter how the sword's momentum changed, it could never escape the control of this hand.

The crowd was all struck with horror; Xuanyuan Guoqi's sword technique was naturally far above everyone else's, making him a top-tier swordsman of the current age; although there were many experts present, almost none had the confidence to take ten moves without dying.

Yet Yu Liancheng was calm and relaxed, controlling the sword light with a single hand—a miraculous skill.

Xuanyuan Guoqi suddenly let out a violent shout, driving all his internal energy, and the sword light surged again, like a long river, suddenly breaking free from the restraint of the palm and pouring toward Yu Liancheng.

And Yu Liancheng suddenly reached out his other hand.

Both hands suddenly closed together.

Bang!

The air suddenly exploded.

The Sword Qi dissipated, and the sword light instantly froze.

It turned out the entire sword body had been caught between Yu Liancheng's palms.

Empty Hand Catching White Blade.

His hands were like heaven and earth colliding; no matter how Xuanyuan Guoqi pulled at the long sword in his hand, it was all in vain.

"Let go."

Yu Liancheng's palms vibrated, sending out a surge of massive force.

Xuanyuan Guoqi's face turned deathly pale, his figure trembled, and he could not help but release the ancient sword "Baopu," staggering backward.

"A good sword!"

The Baopu Sword had landed in Yu Liancheng's palm; he flicked it lightly, the sword body trembling, and a dragon's roar sounded instantly; he suddenly exuded a sharpness that only a peerless swordsman possessed, causing the onlookers' eyes to sting: "With the Old Sword God Li Chungang before, and the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taie after, after this sword strike, the name of Murong Tonghuang should also belong in the Sword Dao."

Swish!

The Baopu Sword swung.

The Sword Qi surged into the sky, and an incomparably brilliant sword light swept out.

In the blink of an eye, it had spread dozens of zhang; wherever the sword light passed, the ground shattered in succession, like a wild dragon passing through, the air still filled with the rolling sound of wind and thunder.

A long ripple even appeared in mid-air, as if this sword strike had sliced this entire world apart.

And the surging, violent Sword Qi instantly engulfed the fleeing Xuanyuan Guoqi.

When the sword light completely dissipated, a deep and terrifying sword scar remained on the ground, and Xuanyuan Guoqi had also vanished, as if completely destroyed by the sword light.

"How is this possible? There is actually such a terrifying Sword Technique in this world."

"This person is at least a First Grade Mysterious Profound Realm expert, or perhaps even higher; he is absolutely qualified to be on the Martial Evaluation."

"The world's swordsmen are as numerous as the hairs on an ox, with the two great mountains of Li Chungang and Deng Taie standing before and after; now that another one is rising, how are those swordsmen who swore to reach the pinnacle supposed to conduct themselves?"

"Heh, the Xuanyuan Family is in trouble this time; perhaps today we might witness a single person overturning the entire Xuanyuan Family."

The power of this sword strike was truly too great; after a brief silence, the crowd began to discuss it fervently, as if a pot of oil had exploded, filled with disbelief.

"This is fate."

Within the crowd, Xuanyuan Jingcheng let out a sigh.

In reality, he had long since noticed Yu Liancheng, but having little affection for his two younger brothers, he simply let things take their course.

He had originally intended to save his father's life, but Yu Liancheng had acted too quickly, and that sword strike was truly too terrifying.

Of course, Xuanyuan Jingcheng held no hatred for Yu Liancheng, the man who killed his father.

Those who kill will always be killed; it is only fair.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, dressed in green, was also in the crowd, gazing blankly at Yu Liancheng, her beautiful eyes glowing with the luster of glazed jade.

Unscrupulous and peerlessly overbearing—this is the posture a powerhouse should have.

Yu Liancheng held the Baopu Sword, tapped his toes, and his figure soared into the air. Taking a deep breath, he let out a long roar: "Xuanyuan Dapan, get out here and die!!"

His voice was clear and resonant, like the roar of a dragon from the nine heavens, yet it also sounded like a sudden thunderclap in a clear sky, instantly sweeping across the entire plaza and spreading further toward the entirety of Guniu Dagang and Huishan... Everyone within a radius of ten miles heard it clearly, the sound rolling on without end!