Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 610 The Heroic Spirit Rested in Peace

A wisp of black Spiritual Soul, like a light stream, screamed and flew away.

However, at the same time, a white light stream flashed from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s mountain gate at a faster speed and swallowed the black spirit. The white light immediately turned into a slightly fat white cat with wings. It licked its mouth happily, and swallowed the last wisp of black Divine Soul flame!

“Good job,” Ding Hao praised.

Evil Moon turned its butt to Ding Hao and said, “Meow. Don’t talk to me. I’ll break up with you!”

On the other side.

The experts of the various Sects were a little dumbstruck.

Everything had happened in a split second. Once they realized that one of the four Ghost Emperors had died, it was already too late to help him.

“Boy, you dare to kill the people of my Ghost King Sect? You’re doomed to die…” The remaining three Martial Emperors of the Ghost King Sect were stunned for a moment, and then they became furious. They turned into three thick and gloomy black fog clusters as the rushed madly toward Ding Hao.

The reason why the Martial Emperor of the Ghost King Sect had died before was that he had underestimated his enemy.

The three men still didn’t take Ding Hao seriously.

“Then you can go to hell!” Ding Hao’s eyes were full of intense killing intent.

He held the rusted sword in his hand and activated the Supreme Power in the sword without hesitation.

In an instant, the rusted sword burst out a silver light like a divine weapon. It was bright and dazzling, as if a new sun had appeared between heaven and earth. The rusted sword flew out of the body and turned into a terrible red flowing light, swirling around the crystal clear sword edge like a piece of divine jade.

Swoosh!

He brandished his sword.

An invisible force was swept across the world.

In an instant, the three gloomy black mists were cut into two, then stopped moving at a high speed and returned to their human forms. They stood still in the void. The white ghostly faces on their faces had been smashed, revealed three pale and ferocious faces due to fear.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were three loud explosions.

The three Martial Emperors of the Ghost King Sect had exploded, bursting from the middle of their trunks. They exploded into powder and died without leaving a trace.

“Meow!” Evil Moon turned into a flowing light and spun around. It mercilessly swallowed the souls of the three Ghost Emperors.

“Didn’t you break up with me? If you have the ability, don’t eat the divine spirits I attack!” Ding Hao teased Evil Moon.

Under the tip of its tongue, a top-grade Qi-restoring Pill that had long been bitten was melted. The Pill Force turned into a heat flow and flowed into his limbs and bones. His Qi, which had been consumed for using the rusted sword, recovered a little.

“I’m not talking to you.” Evil Moon fiddled with his furry tail, but its gaze had already fallen on dozens of masters of the Red Chamber Tower and the Silver Armor Sect in the distance.

In Evil Moon’s eyes, these people were not experts from other provinces, but a group of delicious divine spirits.

On the other side.

The experts of the Silver Armor Sect and the Red Chamber Tower seemed to be petrified.

They were already in extreme fear because of their extreme shock.

A blast of cold air was spread out from the back.

“Oh my God, how was this possible?”

The four Ghost Emperors were experts at the Martial Emperor realm. If they really fought, they would think that they could only barely end in a draw with the four Ghost Emperors. However, with the hands of the young man in green, they had been swept away like rubbish, leaving no room for them to fight back.

It was unstoppable.

One strike!

It was just one strike!

The aura from that sword strike just then… was clearly the power of the Supreme Master level!

Fat Cat, whose speed was so fast that they couldn’t catch it with their Divine Senses, looked at them as if they were waiting for being slaughtered like lambs, or as a delicious meal.

Who on earth was this young man?

Was he an immortal or a monster?

“Ding… Ding… Ding, Ding, Ding… Ding Hao.” A young master from the Silver Armor Sect was so scared that his teeth were chattering. He trembled and said, “He, he, he is… Ding Hao!”

“Ding Hao?!”

At this moment, the brains of all the masters and experts suddenly exploded.

The female superior leading the Red Chamber Tower glanced at the young female disciple beside her. When she saw her dull face, she immediately understood that she was right. This young killing-god in cyan was really Ding Hao, whom they had regarded as a fat sheep before.

At this moment, regardless of whether it was the Silver Armor Sect or the Red Chamber Tower, everyone felt a sense of awkwardness, as if they were riding a tiger, with no chance to get down.

When Ding Hao looked at them, they had a terrible feeling of being hooked by the Death Sickle.

Ding Hao could kill the three Martial Emperors of the Ghost King Sect with one strike. It was easy for him to kill them, just like killing chicken. At most, he could kill them with two strikes. Everything had been reversed. They were like fish, while Ding Hao was like a knife.

The female expert, one of the four great Flower Gods in the Red Chamber Tower, tried hard to squeeze out a smile to ease the atmosphere. But she only found that her facial muscles were stiff, and she didn’t even remember how to laugh.

“You’re looking for me?” Ding Hao held the rusted sword and looked at the experts of the two sects.

“This…”

“Ah, this… may be a misunderstanding…”

The people of the two sects—who had been aggressive as they looked down upon the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect before—no longer dared to say anything at this moment.

“This time, I won’t kill you. Go back and tell the other sects not to provoke me. My patience is limited. Next time, if anyone dares to make trouble in front of the mountain gate, I won’t leave anyone alive!” Ding Hao stared at them and said word for word, “Do—all—of—you—understand?”

“I see! I see!” both the experts from the Silver Armor Sect and the Red Chamber Tower nodded like chickens pecking rice.

In the face of death, their hearts and guts had been shattered.

“Well then, get out of here!” Ding Hao waved impatiently.

The two groups of people were relieved as if they had been granted amnesty. They let out sighs of relief and turned to leave.

“Wait,” Ding Hao suddenly remembered something and shouted while waving his hands.

The two groups of people were frightened and sluggish in the air. They slowly turned around, for fear that the little killer suddenly changed his mind. In such a terrifying atmosphere, some people felt that their calves and stomachs were cramping.

“Snow Province was already in chaos, and there’s no need for outsiders to interfere. You tell me about the foreign sects, which came to Snow Province to die recklessly. Within ten days, get out of Snow Province obediently. Otherwise, I will go and greet them one by one. At that time, don’t blame Ding Hao for being ruthless with his sword.” Ding Hao’s words were sinister, and his killing intent was bursting. “Get out!”

The experts of the two sects breathed sighs of relief and turned to run away as soon as possible.

The Silver Armor Sect activated the “Thousand Silver Shield” and transformed it into a ray of silver light. The red ribbon at the foot of the Red Chamber Tower was the precious weapon “Mortal Duster.” In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the air with the female experts on top of it and disappeared into the distance!

Ding Hao watched the people of the two sects disappear, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of foul air.

So far, the sects in the other provinces, aside from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they were not really super sects. Their experts were only one or two-apertured Martial Emperors. They were definitely no match for him. The supreme power in his rusted sword was going to leave the breath of the supreme power outside the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain Range to play a deterrent role.

At present, Snow Province was in a mess. Ding Hao really didn’t want those sects from other provinces to interfere again and stir up other trouble.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the morning sun was like gold, cloudless for thousands of kilometers. The wind was gentle and the day was sunny.

The mountain-protecting formation around the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect disappeared and revealed the true face of the mountain gate. The stone tablet at the foot of the Sword-cleansing Pond at the foot of the mountain had also been removed.

From the moment the sun rose, a light yellow stone tablet, which was 30 meters high, stood in the cemetery of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s disciples. The stone tablet was simple and unsophisticated, like a unsharpened long sword stabbing into the sky. The stone tablet was smooth, and more than a thousand names were carved densely on it. They were all disciples and swordsmen who had died in order to protect the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect during their great calamity.

This stone stele looked simple and unsophisticated, but it radiated a divine light.

It had a strange power that was permeating from the inside, enveloping all of the Valiant Tomb Garden.

Only those who had been in the Fake God City could recognize that this stone tablet had been carved from extremely hard rocks in the Fake God City. Even if it had been battered by wind and rain for tens of millions of years, it would never decay and could exist forever. And the characters engraved on it would never fade away.

There were pine trees like waves.

This cemetery, where countless heroes of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had been buried for generations, now had more than a thousand new graves.

Countless disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had gathered there to send their former teachers and friends away for the last time.

The mass of heads wore mourning clothes that were as clean as snow. Everyone was dressed in plain clothes and looked sad.

The atmosphere was serious.

Behind the stone tablet were Li Jianyi and Luo Lan’s cenotaph, as well as Qi Qingshan and Tang Folei’s.

Tang Folei’s participation in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had caused a lot of controversies. In the end, Ding Hao and Li Lan came forward and restored the cruel truth. They revealed Tang Folei’s achievements in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and convinced many disciples. Many disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect finally understood the painstaking efforts and wisdom of the former three giants.

In the end, Ding Hao didn’t follow Tang Folei’s will and revealed this hidden truth.

Only in this way of holding a memorial ceremony for the dead could stimulate the living.

At this moment, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was filled with sorrow. Everyone was dressed in plain clothes, and recalled the heroes who had died in battle.

The bell rang for a long time. It sounded long and far. It placed their missing feelings and comfort on the dead.

The Sage of Great Thunderclap Monastery, Golden Cicada, had also appeared in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He sang as if he was reciting the Life Incantation. The Sanskrit verses covered the sky and the Buddha’s light shone on them. So they could go beyond the cycle of rebirth.

The heads of the Chopping Sun City, the Heavenly Sound Valley, the Zero Thought Sect, and the other sects had also made an appearance on the mountain gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to show their respects to Li Jianyi, Qi Qingshan, and the others. Of course, these sects knew the real combat strength of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. They didn’t hesitate to stand in the camp of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Those major sects had chosen their disciples to enter the Sage Battlefield, such as Dao Qingcheng, Sweet Sound, Lei Tingchan, and the others. But they had not heard of those people yet, so they didn’t know whether those people were alive or not.

At this time, a bell suddenly reverberated from the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, five or six figures—with naked upper bodies and thorns on their backs—knelt down after ten steps and slowly walked toward the gate. They didn’t dare to protect themselves with their magic skills. When they were halfway there, their knees had been badly bruised, and their foreheads had been swollen and bleeding!