Chapter 612

After a long while, somehow, a figure suddenly appeared atop the great Buddha's head.

Clad in a straw raincoat, wearing a bamboo hat, with a blade strapped to his back.

"Snowflake Blade? Man King! You truly aren't dead!"

At the sight of that blade, Yan Ying immediately wept with joy, no longer preparing to leap into the river, and instead ran toward that man.

But with a flicker of his form, that man dodged Yan Ying outright.

"You threatened me with death to make me show myself—what exactly do you want?"

"This…"

Yan Ying once more put on a tearful, pitiful look and said,

"Man King, back then it was wrong of me to betray and abandon you.

But you must understand my reasons—if I hadn't come out, then Feng'er would have been stuck in a mountain village her whole life, where would today's glory have come from?"

"What glory?"

The newcomer was naturally Yan Ying's first husband, Nie Renwang.

He was seen pulling off his bamboo hat, looking at Yan Ying with an angry face,

"Joining the Qinglong Society, selling your life for a band of assassins—is that what you call glory?"

The moment these words came out, the Wu Lin onlookers who had been bustling about, ready to watch the show, all fell silent at once.

"Damn! What did I just hear?"

"I heard it too…"

"This man actually said the Qinglong Society is a band of assassins?"

"And he openly despises the Qinglong Society!"

"I don't want to die, I'm leaving…"

"Wait for me, I'm leaving too…"

The Wu Lin onlookers present scattered like stars in an instant.

Cursing the Qinglong Society—in their eyes—meant absolutely not surviving past the next day.

To avoid being dragged into the disaster, they could only give up watching the show.

After they left, around the great Buddha, only Nie Renwang, Yan Ying, and the Second Blade Emperor remained.

As well as a bladesman dressed oddly, carrying a strange blade on his back.

Nie Renwang had long sensed that among the crowd there were still experts present.

Seeing now that most of the people had left, only these two before him remained, he immediately stopped paying attention to Yan Ying and instead looked first at that strange-blade bladesman,

"Who might you be, sir? Have you come here also to take Yan Ying away?"

As Nie Renwang said this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Back in his day he was known as the Northern Mad Blade—his great fame, before Xiong Ba, was a legend of the jianghu.

But now, his reputation was in tatters, and he could only drag out his existence.

All of it, in his heart, was thanks to Yan Ying.

Although he had once loved her deeply, she had also hurt him deeply!

"I am Huang Ying of the East Sea!

I have long heard that the Central Plains has experts of the blade path, led by the First Evil Emperor, the Second Blade Emperor, the Third Pig Emperor, and yourself.

Today, being able to meet you, might you grant me the honor of a duel?"

So this man was actually the East Sea expert Huang Ying, rumored to have already mastered the Golden Blade Qi.

Yet no one knew why, even now, he remained on the Heaven Path Gold List.

"And what about you, sir? Have you come to compare blades with me? Or do you want Yan Ying?"

Nie Renwang did not answer Huang Ying, but instead looked at the Second Blade Emperor and asked directly.

"You two aren't worth my drawing my blade! I've come only for Yan Ying!"

In the Second Blade Emperor's heart, his only opponent was forever the First Evil Emperor.

Everyone else, in his eyes, was unworthy of him drawing his blade.

Fortunately, Huang Ying had already set his sights on Nie Renwang, and Nie Renwang had already lost all desire to compete.

So this exceedingly arrogant remark of his did not draw the anger of the two.

"If you want to take Yan Ying away, as long as she agrees, that's fine—after all, she doesn't belong to me either."

Nie Renwang stepped aside, yielding Yan Ying to them.

A blush rose on Yan Ying's face. She cast a resentful glance at Nie Renwang, only to find him still deliberately ignoring her.

She then turned her gaze to the Second Blade Emperor and asked,

"Who might you be, sir?"

"The Second Blade Emperor."

The Second Blade Emperor did not conceal it in the slightest.

Although above him in the blade path there was still the First Evil Emperor,

he felt that he could still be considered the second expert of the blade path—a proper, successful man.

A match for such a fickle, wanton woman.

Moreover, he wanted to use Yan Ying to cultivate the Dream-Severing Blade Art in his dreams!

"So it's you…"

At this, both Huang Ying and Nie Renwang turned their heads to look over.

"You want to use Yan Ying to practice the Dream-Severing Blade Art?"

Both of them had seen the Heavenly Dao Golden List, so they naturally knew the reason for the Second Blade Emperor's visit.

"Not bad! Let this old man take Yan Ying away, you all can fight as you please!"

As he spoke, the Second Blade Emperor's figure flickered, and he had already arrived beside Yan Ying.

He reached out and directly grabbed Yan Ying's wrist, preparing to take her away.

"Amitabha! I did not expect on this visit to gain three great blade Dao masters — what a cause for celebration!"

Just at this moment, a monk leaning on a monk's staff suddenly appeared.

This old monk looked utterly withered and thin, and was not tall either.

But where had he come from, and how had he arrived?

The three great masters present — even the Second Blade Emperor, who had already made it onto the Heavenly Dao Golden List — had sensed nothing at all.

"Who might you be, sir?"

Nie Renwang felt it strange in his heart and was the first to ask.

"This poor monk is Fahai! By the God's command, I have come specially to invite the three of you to join in a great undertaking."

This person was actually a subordinate of the God of Immortality — Fahai, who had once fought fiercely with Xiao Jingtian!

"Not going! I want to practice my blade!"

In the Second Blade Emperor's eyes, apart from perfecting his blade art and defeating the First Evil Emperor, there was nothing else in the world that could distract him.

After refusing outright, he directly grabbed Yan Ying and prepared to leave.

He did not want to, but the moment his true essence stirred, he discovered his body had been emptied out.

At some unknown time, he had actually been afflicted by a strange poison!

"It's you?"

The Second Blade Emperor realized at once — the only one who could have poisoned him was Yan Ying beside him.

Sure enough, Yan Ying gave a light laugh, suddenly reached out and peeled something off beside her cheek, revealing a face even more beautiful than Yan Ying's.

"Hehe! Isn't it just me!"

"Who are you?"

Nie Renwang felt a chill, only now understanding that today had actually been a trap.

He just did not understand why he himself was being targeted by this Fahai and the God behind him.

And who was this beauty before him, whose looks surpassed Yan Ying's?

"I am the God Mother of the Soul-Searching Palace. By the God's command, I invite North-Drinking Mad Blade to come join in this grand undertaking."

So this person was actually another great master of the Soul-Searching Palace — God Mother Xiao Qing!