Chapter 518: A Sword for a Sword

On the drill ground.

The series of events that had just occurred was simply too fast, and too inconceivable.

The crowd of heavy cavalry, light cavalry, and infantrymen, who were supposed to be inspected by the Beiliang King, stared at one another in dismay.

In their eyes, a sword had descended from the sky, consecutively defeating General Liu and the snow-haired saber-wielding expert, then severely wounding the Beiliang King, and finally, it was caught by Murong Wudi, who had rushed over from the distant horizon, in a perilously close moment.

As for the Shenfeng Army, composed of martial arts experts, they saw a bit more, and their expressions were far more complex.

Especially a few Second Grade experts among them; their eyesight and hearing were far beyond that of ordinary people, and they had even heard the words the Beiliang King spoke to Liu Jinu.

If this was truly the work of the young Emperor, it was truly chilling.

"How could he appear?"

Within the Shenfeng Army, Qi Jiajie, the Capital First Swordsman wearing a Rooted Mask, felt his scalp tingle.

Logically speaking, this Murong Tonghuang should not have arrived at Hutou City until two days later.

Could it be that the commotion from that Flying Sword was too great, attracting him here?

The situation was now dire; although Xu Weixiong had been severely wounded, this guy had been provoked.

Back at the Huishan Snow Gathering, Murong Tonghuang had first fought Wang Xianzhi, then fought the heroes of the world, and finally sat upon the throne of the Alliance Leader of the martial arts world, leaving an indelible impression on Qi Jiajie.

He did not doubt for a moment that with the other's cultivation, a single sweep across the crowd would be enough to see through his Rooted Mask and discover him.

He doubted even less that if Murong Tonghuang were willing, he could likely finish off him, the Capital First Swordsman, in a single move.

In this plan, he, Qi Jiajie, was the sword master, while Chai Qingshan beside him was merely an assistant. The latter might be spared due to his talent, but he himself would undoubtedly die.

"No, I must leave."

Qi Jiajie's thoughts raced.

Currently, Murong Tonghuang was focused on Xu Weixiong's injuries; this was the best time to leave.

He glanced at Chai Qingshan, saw that the other was also distracted by the previous commotion, and too lazy to offer a warning, he quietly retreated, disappearing from the drill ground before long.

Chai Qingshan, who was also wearing a Rooted Mask, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where Qi Jiajie had disappeared, and let out a soft sigh.

"How is it? How are Weixiong's injuries?" Qi Lianhua hurried over and asked.

"Rest assured, her life is not in danger," Yu Liancheng said.

"That is good," Qi Lianhua let out a long breath.

Even though he had known the plan beforehand, seeing the long sword pierce into Xu Weixiong's chest had still given him a fright.

"This is..."

Qi Lianhua frowned again, as if he had seen an extremely inconceivable scene.

He saw that strange movements were appearing at Xu Weixiong's cuffs, shoulders, and other places, as if hooks were tearing at her sleeves.

"Her Luck was scattered by more than half from that sword strike, and the fellows in the sky can no longer sit still; this is something they have coveted for a long time," Yu Liancheng chuckled.

"Will she be alright?" Qi Lianhua's brow furrowed even deeper.

Immortals sat high above the nine heavens, holding rods and fishing, just like people fishing for fish.

In the eyes of a Qi Practitioner, one might see fishing lines dropping into the human world, hooking onto Xu Weixiong's Luck.

"A small matter."

Yu Liancheng held the one-zhang-long, willow-leaf-thin Wuming long sword and waved it casually, just like a child brandishing a beloved wooden sword.

The fishing lines in the sky were severed.

"You fellow..."

Qi Lianhua was speechless for a moment, but as a supreme expert who had participated in the battle at Huishan, he did not seem particularly shocked by this scene.

After all, the person before him was Murong Wudi, who had fought the experts of the world all by himself.

However, a moment after the fishing lines were severed, Xu Weixiong's cuffs and collar began to move again.

Yu Liancheng, who was gathering the Luck for Xu Weixiong, struck again.

After repeating this four or five times, Yu Liancheng finally grew impatient, looked up at the sky, and said, "Don't be ungrateful, looking for a beating, are you? If anyone dares to be presumptuous again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The strange tugging stopped for a moment, but soon began again, and even on Yu Liancheng's own body, tugging appeared.

However, if one were to observe carefully, one might find that the number of tugs seemed to have decreased slightly.

Some immortals in the sky knew when to quit and left, while others were becoming even more unscrupulous.

"Heh, truly ignorant of what is good for them."

Yu Liancheng let out a cold snort, once again casually severing the "fishing lines." Then, with a turn of his wrist, he held the hiltless long sword vertically before his chest.

This long sword was still humming and vibrating, emitting an invisible Sword Qi capable of cleaving metal and breaking jade.

If it were any other expert, they would likely have been shredded into a thousand pieces by the Sword Qi before even getting close to this sword.

"You are stubborn enough; whether as a person or a sword, being too stubborn is never good."

Yu Liancheng pressed his left thumb against his middle finger and flicked it.

This seemingly simple flick utilized an extremely dense "Broken" Force.

"Crack!" With a sound, the Wuming long sword snapped in the middle.

However, this sword was simply too long; even after being cut by more than half, it was still longer than an ordinary sword.

The previously restless Wuming long sword suddenly became quiet, only it had lost its former spiritual energy and was no different from an ordinary dead object.

Yu Liancheng then reached back and grabbed the broken blade, looking toward the sky, as if he could see the immortals holding their rods and fishing with sneers on their faces.

Thus, Yu Liancheng threw the broken blade into mid-air.

The broken blade tore through the clouds and then suddenly shattered.

The Luck and Broken Force contained within it surged in all directions, opening the Heavenly Gate; after a few sharp screams, the immortals fell like rain.

"This... this..."

Even Qi Lianhua, who prided himself on being knowledgeable and experienced, was somewhat dumbfounded.

"Immortals should sit high up in the heavens, not meddling in the mortal world. Once the Heavenly Gate opens and you fall into the mortal realm, you won't even be enough for me to kill with one hand."

Yu Liancheng cursed casually.

After reconcentrating the Luck onto Xu Weixiong, Yu Liancheng finally let out a long breath. In this world, Luck was indeed extremely important.

Since Xu Weixiong was to sit on that supreme throne, there could not be the slightest error in this regard.

After handing Xu Weixiong over to two maidservants, Yu Liancheng took a step forward and, in an instant, arrived beside Chai Qingshan, who was wearing the Rooted Mask.

"Chai Qingshan, make your move."

Yu Liancheng looked straight at Chai Qingshan.

Chai Qingshan let out a soft sigh, and the long sword in his hand was thrust forward.

But in the next instant, as Murong Tonghuang raised his brows and seven-colored light swirled in his eyes, this Sword Dao Grandmaster immediately vomited blood, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground.

"Suppress him and lock him in the dungeon," Yu Liancheng said casually, then glanced in the direction where Qi Jiajie had previously fled.

"Old Master Qi, the little mouse that ran away is left to you."

Before Qi Lianhua could speak, a voice filled with captivating Demon power yet icy cold rang out: "He is mine."

"Oh."

"A military pledge can be signed."

"Go."

The people in the drill ground felt as if they saw a black shadow flash by.

Yu Liancheng's expression suddenly tightened; he pointed the Nameless Broken Sword toward Taian City and declared in a loud voice: "Little child of the Zhao Family, today you gifted Beiliang a sword. Ten days from now, I shall return a sword of my own."