Chapter 438

"We're only bowing to your tyranny out of respect for the Qinglong Society."

"But since you became Paizhang, you've acted against the Dao, stubbornly insisting on your own way."

"Not only do you demand that our four sects surrender their sword manuals, but you've also pulled many elite members into your Huashan Sect's outer gate."

"This behavior is no different from erasing the lineage of our four sects."

"If this can be tolerated, what cannot?"

272-Leave not a single chicken or dog alive!

"Oh? Zuo Lengchan, have you forgotten?"

Yue Buqun showed no fear, speaking calmly,

"We now call ourselves the Wuyuelian Alliance, not the Five Peaks Alliance."

"Since I was once Paizhang of the Wuyuelian Alliance, why shouldn't I transfer its manuals and personnel into the Wuyuelian Alliance?"

"Pah! That was only under duress."

Tianmen of the Taishan Sect pushed forward, drawing his sword,

"Our Taishan Sect has existed for a thousand years since our founder, Master Dongling."

"This lineage of Taishan Sect must not end on my watch."

"Yue Buqun, if you now release our Taishan disciples and return the sword manuals, I will leave without further ado."

"Otherwise, today we must settle this by force."

"Abbess Dingxian, Mr. Mo, is this your stance too?"

Yue Buqun smiled, turning to face the leaders of Hengshan in the north and Hengshan in the south.

"Paizhang Yue, each of the five sects has its own lineage—why must you forcibly merge them?"

This was what Abbess Dingxian said.

"I'm sorry, but today I can only act this way."

Mr. Mo let out a bitter laugh and pulled out his huqin.

"Fine! All of you attack together!"

Under the full power of the Purple Mist Divine Art, the peerless peak-level Yue Buqun looked down on this motley crew.

Since they sought death, Yue Buqun would grant it.

"Ten Thousand Peaks Pay Homage!"

"Seven Stars Fall Across the Void!"

"Illusory Sword Form!"

"Needle Hidden in Cotton!"

Zuo Lengchan and the other three, when they struck, unleashed their sect's supreme and exquisite sword techniques.

After all, their highest cultivation was Zuo Lengchan's, barely at the Grand Master level.

Now Yue Buqun had reached the peerless peak—only ultimate techniques could defeat him.

"Trivial tricks! Phoenix Comes to Greet!"

Yue Buqun casually reached out, drew Lu Dayou's sword, and performed a move with indifference.

This move was the most basic of Huashan Sect's sword techniques.

In theory, it was a courteous gesture before fellow disciples sparred.

Its power wasn't nonexistent, but it was limited.

Yet now Yue Buqun's Purple Mist Divine Art had reached divine mastery.

As he swung his sword, purple qi filled the air.

From the swordtip, purple qi erupted, as if truly forming a phoenix!

Zuo Lengchan and the other three's ultimate techniques met the gap in cultivation.

Before even touching the purple qi phoenix, their swords shattered and their techniques collapsed.

Each spat blood and involuntarily retreated dozens of steps.

They knocked over the many disciples who followed them, sending them tumbling in all directions.

"Pathetic!"

In the Qinglong Society, this term was common—Yue Buqun had picked it up.

Such immense power from a single move filled Yue Buqun with pride.

"You? You can't even block one of my moves—how dare you think to challenge me?"

"But since you've come up the mountain, you won't leave alive."

"Die!"

Yue Buqun was naturally cruel and ruthless; now that the chance had come, how could he grant them mercy?

"Three Peaks of Taiyue!"

This was Yue Buqun's self-created ultimate technique, consisting of three strikes delivered in sequence.

Each strike doubled the power of the one before.

The third strike combined the power of the first two—it was a truly formidable technique.

Coupled with his peak-level Purple Mist Divine Art, Yue Buqun, with this single move alone, engulfed hundreds before him.

If they refused to submit, then let them die!

"Yue Buqun, don't be arrogant—take this sword!"

As Yue Buqun was about to annihilate them all, a figure burst from the crowd and lunged with a sword strike.

This man's sword technique still bore traces of Huashan Sect's style.

It was just that his longsword was wrapped in several gusts of violent wind.

In the blink of an eye, he actually struck out one hundred and eight swords.

Every single sword-stroke came with a raging gale.

By the final strike, sword and technique had merged into one, forming a hurricane that swept toward Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun had sensed something was wrong the instant he made his move.

It was just that this man struck too fast—one hundred and eight swords seemed like a single one.

By the time his sword-styles came attacking, Yue Buqun's Taiyue Three Qingfeng was directly smashed into pieces.

Then the wind-like sword-styles tore Yue Buqun directly into shreds.

"You are a Land Immortal…"

Before his death, Yue Buqun discovered the true cultivation of the newcomer, but it was all too late.

This man slew Yue Buqun with a single sword, sheathed his blade, and stood there with an arrogant, self-satisfied air.

"Senior Brother Feng's divine skill is unrivaled—one sword and Yue Buqun is destroyed. Congratulations, congratulations."

Zuo Lengchan, who had narrowly escaped death, immediately came before this man and began laying on the Ma Pi.

"I am Feng Buping, Sect Leader of the Huashan Jian Sect. Today I have slain the Qi Sect disciple Yue Buqun."

"Are there any other Huashan disciples who refuse to accept this? Feel free to challenge Feng."

This man turned out to be the Jian Sect disciple Feng Buping, though no one knew why.

His cultivation, originally far below Zuo Lengchan's, had somehow advanced into the Realm of Celestial Immortals.

Now Yue Buqun had been slain by his single sword, not even dregs remaining.

The entire Huashan suddenly fell silent.

"Since no one objects, why aren't the Huashan disciples coming quickly to pay respects to the Sect Leader?"

After waiting a while, he found the Huashan disciples cowering, not a single one daring to make a move.

Zuo Lengchan, like a henchman, stepped forward to bark orders.

The crowd of Huashan disciples was silent as cicadas in winter, just about to give in and submit.

They did not expect Feng Buping to suddenly say,

"Hmph! Giving you face and you won't take it. Since you won't bow to me as Sect Leader, then you are all traitors."

"Sect Leader Zuo, act. Kill everyone on Huashan Sect for me."

"Good! Huh? What?"

Zuo Lengchan instinctively agreed, then instantly realized something was wrong.

Feng Buping was a disciple of the Huashan Jian Sect—why would he suddenly open his mouth and order all the Huashan disciples to be killed?