Chapter 440

"Ai! The Wu Dang sect's doom—no one knows where Master is now!"

At this moment, the square was filled with wounded disciples.

The Wu Dangqixia had all been driven back.

Even as strong as Yu Lianzhou, he bore serious injuries.

"Hah! Today is the day Wu Dang falls!"

Not long after, countless figures appeared outside the Zhenwu Grand Hall.

Although to scale Mount Wudang, these people had suffered devastating losses.

But with their overwhelming numbers, they had indeed crushed Wu Dangpai.

The entire Zhenwu Grand Hall, along with the Wu Dangqixia, had only about twenty Wu Dang disciples left.

But outside the hall stood a dark, dense mass—no fewer than a thousand.

"Song Yuanqiao, today Wu Dang's doom is unavoidable—commit suicide!"

From the crowd stepped a man wearing a ghost mask.

"Hmph! Wu Dang disciples die in battle, never by their own hand!"

Yu Lianzhou had taken a palm strike to the chest, his face pale as death, yet he still stepped forward.

"Who are you? Why hide your true face?"

"Still defiant even as death approaches? You're waiting for the Great Ming court to save you?"

The ghost-masked man let out a cold laugh and tossed a head from behind him.

"Look—this is Yu Huatian, Provincial Military Commander of the Western Depot!"

274- Fated Duel!

"Bold little dog…"

Yu Lianzhou stared at the bloody head, and after a long while, spat out these words.

Yu Huatian's Wu Gong, though merely peerless,

was still the Great Ming's Western Depot Provincial Military Commander, a eunuch whose subordinates numbered in the thousands, with no shortage of experts.

Moreover, the Great Ming court had granted them a formation—the Western Depot's "Heaven-Slaying, Earth-Annihilating Array."

It was said that if forty-nine Grand Masters joined hands to form it, even a Land Immortal could not escape.

Now that Yu Huatian was decapitated, clearly the "Heaven-Slaying, Earth-Annihilating Array" had been broken.

As for the Western Depot reinforcements who came to aid, they too lay dead in heaps.

"Enough! No more talk—attack together, and wipe out Wu Dangpai today!"

The ghost-masked man was clearly the mastermind of this operation.

At his command, the nearly thousand warriors surrounding them prepared to launch their final strike.

Zzzz!

Just as the Wu Dangqixia believed today was their end,

a man stepped forward, brandishing a precious sword, and thrust it out in an instant.

His movement was bizarrely elusive, his sword techniques cruel and merciless.

In the blink of an eye, he had struck countless times.

The dozens of warriors nearest him all collapsed at once, struck fatally in vital points.

"Yan Shisan…"

When his technique ended and his figure halted before the Wu Dangqixia, his identity was instantly recognized.

He was Yan Shisan, the 260th Altar Master of the Qinglong Society, codenamed September 17!

The Wu Dangqixia, spared from death, were filled with shock and joy.

Song Yuanqiao immediately bowed to Yan Shisan in thanks,

"Wu Dangpai owes you, Great Hero Yan, a life-debt."

"Yan Shisan, do you truly believe you alone can save Wu Dangpai?"

The ghost-masked man showed no surprise; instead, his tone dripped with mockery.

"I've heard your Thirteen Killing Swords are cruel and their intent astonishing."

"Then how about this? We have a sword master here too—can you withstand him?"

As he spoke, a graceful, white-robed man stepped forward from the crowd.

"'Sword God' Xie Xiaofeng?"

Though they had never met before, Yan Shisan recognized him at once.

He was the "Sword God" Xie Xiaofeng, whom Yan Shisan had long sought to challenge before joining the Qinglong Society.

But he remembered that when he once climbed Jianshan Shanzhuang, Xie Xiaofeng's father, Xie Wangsun, had said the "Sword God" was dead.

Yet here he was—alive, standing right before him.

At this moment, Yan Shisan felt no fear—only boundless joy.

"Why, as the 'Sword God,' have you involved yourself in this?"

"Don't you fear Jianshan Shanzhuang will be destroyed because of you?"

Those who oppose Fuqinglong Society will face ruin once Ximen Wudi returns.

Jianshan Shanzhuang may have deep roots, but before Ximen Wudi, it is worthless.

Xie Xiaofeng faked his death and went into seclusion—yet now he appears. It is most strange.

"I heard you wanted to challenge me to a sword duel."

Xie Xiaofeng did not answer, but asked instead,

"This time I'm only representing myself in the battle. Xie Xiaofeng of Divine Sword Shanzhuang died long ago."

"Yan Shisan, make your move!"

With that, Xie Xiaofeng drew his treasured sword directly.

Each generation of the jianghu Wu Lin brings forth new talents, and the title of "Sword God" has grown increasingly ironic.

But today, Yan Shisan is a worthy opponent.

"Good! Song Daxia, you all fall back a bit."

Having gotten what he wished for, today Yan Shisan absolutely will not hold back.

The fate of a swordsman is to die by the sword.

A duel between two great masters of the realm of the Sword Dao, even though both men's cultivation had barely reached the absolute peak.

But the two men's realm of the Sword Dao was extremely rare throughout the entire Nine Provinces Wu Lin.

They had only just taken their stances when the Ghost-Faced Man's subordinates retreated fifty steps or more in quick succession.

The Wu Dangqixia, already gravely wounded and afraid of being caught in the crossfire, retreated again and again until they were beneath the statue of the True Wu Di Lord.

Having gathered sword intent for a long moment, Yan Shisan struck first.

His figure once again transformed into something like a vengeful ghost—now left, now right, now up, now down,

Clearly he had only thrust out one sword, yet it seemed as though his sword strikes came from every direction.

"Xie Xiaofeng, receive my sword!"

The Thirteen Life-Stealing Swords is a sword art Yan Shisan has never failed with since his debut.

Moreover, since joining the Qinglong Society, this sword art had long since surpassed what it once was.

After all, Yan Shisan was extremely active in completing Qinglong Society missions.

Once he had accumulated enough points, he did not choose to exchange them for sword arts, elixirs, treasured swords, or the like.

Instead, he spent all his points to seek the Dao from Ximen Wudi.

Ximen Wudi, seeing his sincere heart in seeking the Dao, did not stint in offering instruction.

At this moment, what Yan Shisan unleashed was precisely the Fourteenth Life-Stealing Sword!

It was also a sword of the demonic Dao, a sword of the devilish Dao!

Legend has it that the Fourteenth Life-Stealing Sword possesses a spirit of its own.

If the sword master's strength is insufficient, this demonic-devilish sword can not only slay enemies, but also devour its master.

In another time-space, it was precisely by relying on the Fourteenth Life-Stealing Sword that Yan Shisan nearly killed Xie Xiaofeng.

Only he could not control this sword, and even less did he wish his one true friend Xie Xiaofeng to die.

Therefore he reversed the sword and stabbed himself, ending his own life.