Supreme Emperor of Swords

At the riverbed lay the bodies of 30 or 40 wandering warriors. Deep red blood flowed along the rock texture and crevices. The air was filled with a pungent and bloody odor with unspeakable weirdness and gloom.

“It was done by the domineering bastards of Falling Star Sect again.” Wang Juefeng, the cynical man, glanced at the bodies and got to know the cause of their death from their wounds.

Nobody knew why Ding Hao was full of rejection and disdain for the name of Falling Star Sect.

Li Muyun mumbled something and burned the bodies with purple flames.

Running his magic skill for alert, Ding Hao quietly approached Li Lan and whispered, “This place is a bit strange. Be careful.”

Li Lan nodded slightly.

“Chi…” Walking ahead, Lyu Kuang, the Crazy Kuang of Southern Academy of purple shirts made a whoop of hissing, apparently he heard the talk between the two people, he was quite disdainful of them and he should be mocking that Ding Hao was too timorous.

Ding Hao did not speak.

Instead, he hoped that his worries were not necessary and his feeling was wrong.

Along the rock in the other side of the river, Ding Hao climbed up, he came to the city gate of the giant town, and the cold ghost-like air finally disappeared from Ding Hao’s feeling as if it had never appeared.

The little cute cat’s performance became a little normal, and he snored lazily again.

Along the mottled flagstone road, Ding Hao and others walked into the giant town, what they saw was the dead ruins.

This was an ancient town that had been completely abandoned. Some statues and Pavilions had collapsed. The ground still bore traces of the fighting not long ago. Qi with various properties were entangled in the air. It could be seen that all major sects had spent much effort breaking the ancient Prohibition here not long ago.

Flocks of wildfires drifted among the ruins, producing a little light.

This was just a ghost town.

However, all kinds of magic weapons, elixir, magical weapons, secrets and treasures that were once kept here had been swept away by the nine sects, leaving nothing behind.

Previously flooded in tens of thousands of wandering warriors, rogue cultivators and other great sects’ masters and disciples, but no one knew where they had gone. Such a large town appeared to be empty. One could not even hear footsteps, so that the atmosphere was weird unspeakably.

All of a sudden, the crowd should had arrived at a cross square in the center of the giant town.

In the square center, there was a huge statue with a height of 100 meters. Its face had been blurred, and the stone sword in its hand had been broken into three pieces from the middle. However, there was still a sharp aura coming on the faces. A kind of vicissitudes of life and distant aura of the universe was almost suffocating, as if this huge stone statue could come to life at any time.

“Well, let me talk about the next-step arrangement.” Liu Suifeng glanced at the huge stone statue and turned to look at the crowd. “Our location is the first floor of this ancient sectarian site. All the places here have been searched with nothing missed, so there is no risking value. Our main target is the second and third underground floors.”

Everyone listened quietly.

One Sword Destruction went on, “This cross square has five roads on all sides, leading to five different areas on the second underground floor that are not connected with each other. From now on, we will be divided into five teams of teachers and disciples of each academy, plus one third-generation disciple. Each chose a direction. Everyone will take a short rest here and then set off immediately to the second floor of the site.”

He was the leader of this trial. Naturally, no one would object to what he said.

The crowd took a short rest in the square, regulating breathing by running Qi. With more water and food, they were then divided into five teams. Wang Juefeng, the cynical man, and another third-generation disciple named Ma Yifei, together with three disciples of Ding Hao, Li Lan and Lu Pengfei, chose the road to the due east.

Liu Suifeng and the teacher-in-chief of Central Academy of white shirts led Li Muyun, Liang Feixue and Chen Sheng the Little Martial Mania chose the southwest direction.

Western Academy of red shirts chose the west direction.

Southern Academy of purple shirts chose the due south.

Northern Academy of yellow shirts chose the due north.

Five teams had one teacher-in-chief and one third-generation disciple respectively. Such grouping was most reasonable indeed.

There was no doubt that from the perspective of the sect, this was another special test for disciples of five academies.

…

From the due east, Wang Juefeng team came to the entrance to the second underground floor. After about 10 kilometers, they arrived at one side of the step of a very grand temple.

This was an entrance blown out by powerful forces. A well-preserved spiral staircase rotated and extended vertically into the unknown darkness.

Although the cynical man Wang Juefeng always liked to create hatred by laughing and joking, so that he seemed not to do anything right, but at this time, his performance was still very reliable. He used his magic skills and burnt a pale yellow flame all over his body, enveloping the three of Ding Hao and other disciples in it, showing a strong imposing momentum.

Five people walked down the rotating ladder step by step.

With this kind of feeling, as if they were walking in a dark hell, they could only hear their own footsteps and breathing.

Nobody knew how long it took to go down, Ding Hao guessed that they had walked down at least 500 meters.

Finally, there was a fierce shout of fighting from the west.

“Go away, who dare to grab this against me? I discovered this magic saber first.”

“Haha, treasures should be inhabited by virtuous people. Wang Hu, I advise you to leave the saber and don’t kill yourself for a moment of greed!”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Everyone should fight against him side by side. Chop him up and grab the magic saber!”

After all kinds of yelling, there were some screams. The sound of weapon impacting kept coming. The fleeting sparkle clusters produced by the violent metal impacting in the dark could be seen.

“Don’t fight yet, someone is coming!”

Aware of the arrival of Ding Hao and others, both sides in atrix retreated while breathing heavily. Full of hostility, they looked in the direction of footsteps for fear that more people would compete with them for the so-called magic saber.

But soon, this group of people’s eyes became glassy with faces showing frustration.

Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!

The coming people were actually from Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

There was no need to mention the prominent power of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and just talk about the flirty and bearded strong man. The man was burning with golden Qi flame all over his body, like the War God out of a dark fight. Even still 20 or 30 meters far away, the outpouring vital force had made them tremble.

It seemed that the magic saber could not be kept.

The two sides looked at each other with a wry smile, and the hostility dissipated a little. If they knew such a situation earlier, they should have sat down and had a good discussion. Now they had attracted the people of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to come, so they would lose money that they should get.

Two groups of people were thinking about handing over the “Saber of Sabers” to those people of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and then left hurriedly…

However, just then—