Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 619 Only Shed Tears Upon Seeing the Coffin

With the long saber in his hand, Zhang Fan’s aura instantly became as heavy as a mountain.

He took a gentle step forward and stood in front of Li Lan and Ximen Qianxue.

Like tides, the bursting Saber Qi wrapped all the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who had shown up to watch the battle.

Zhang Fan’s Qi cultivation was low, but he looked even more intimidating with the saber in hand. The old man looked grave. The silver sword Qi flashed between his fingers, but he didn’t lead the attack.

“Are all of you members from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect?”

Ding Hao looked at the 15 masters who surrounded him. Each of them occupied an odd position.

They had all reached the Martial Emperor Realm. Ding Hao was confident that he could kill them all If they fought one-on-one. However, they had somehow formed a mysterious formation which blocked the spiritual Qi flow between heaven and earth. They had somehow formed their own space. The fifteen of them had joined their power, making the formation difficult to decipher.

Among them, a young man who seemed barely be in his twenties sneered and said, “You’re just a dying man. There’s no need to ask so many questions.”

Ding Hao glanced at him and said with a thin smile, “Boy, you’re only a one-apertured Martial Emperor, the weakest among the fifteen of you. I can also see that your aura is unstable. Your Qi looks strong, but it’s actually scattered. There’s still medicinal power left in your body, which means you are just a pathetic man who relies on pills. You’re far from being able to kill me!”

“You’re courting death!” The young man was furious. With a flash, he stabbed out with his sword.

“Hahahaha…” Ding Hao laughed. He punched out, while remaining on the same spot.

Boom!

The sound of the explosion was deafening; there was a faint dragon roar mixed in, and a purple dragon loomed above Ding Hao’s back. Once he threw a punch, he had also transformed into a roaring dragon.

Ding Hao used all of his strength to throw a punch.

The Purple Emperor Jade in Stone had been integrated into his spine. Every time Ding Hao activated his physical strength, it would trigger a dragon’s roar and an illusion of a dragon winding around Ding Hao’s body.

“Watch out…!” The young man’s expression changed greatly as he sensed the aura of death.

“Be careful, retreat now!” The middle-aged scholar was also shocked and shouted immediately, “Save him. Let’s fight together. Activate the Fifteen Stars Demon Formation.”

Before he finished speaking—

The fifteen experts in the sky released bright lights with a rumble. The world had suddenly darkened. They were like stars in the night sky, emitting endless light. Beams burst out, connecting the fifteen of them, forming a very strange constellation-like pattern that ended with the young man.

Boom!

It was also at this time that Ding Hao hit the young man with the light of the purple dragon fist.

Blood burst out.

Bones flew everywhere.

The young man screamed, “Ah… puff!” He opened his mouth. Blood squirted out like an arrow. The long sword in his hand instantly broke into pieces, and then his arms exploded into a bloody mess.

The purple dragon fist light column was not something he could resist, at all. But just when the fierce punch was about to crush him, the whole constellation pattern was completed and a light column was connected with his body.

Immediately, a stream of strange energy was unleashed. It pulled the purple dragon fist out of the young man’s body.

Boom! Boom!

Terrifying roars echoed in the sky. The constellation pattern flashed rapidly, as the invisible had been forcefully expanded. Almost at the same time, the bodies of the 15 experts shook in unison.

After a long while, the crushing aura disappeared.

The young man from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect looked pale. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down from his forehead. He still looked horrified as if he were still in a state of shock.

It had truly been a narrow escape from death.

If the middle-aged scholar and others had not launched the Fifteen Stars Demon Formation at a critical moment and gathered everyone’s strength to fend off the purple dragon fist, he would have been instantly been smashed to pieces by Ding Hao’s blow.

“You’re lucky.” Ding Hao slowly withdrew his fist.

An illusory image of a purple dragon was still lingering around his body—arms, and fists—while roaring. After a long time, It finally dissipated.

That punch contained Ding Hao’s full strength, which was equivalent to the attack from a five-apertured Martial Emperor expert.

He had planned to take the opportunity to kill one of the fifteen masters in an instant and break the formation of his opponents. Unfortunately, he failed at the last moment; the young master survived.

That strange formation was truly impressive.

Fifteen great masters formed fifteen stars which reflected the workings of the stars in the universe. It contained the power to secretly transfer energy, evenly distributing the stress born by one star to the others.

In this way, a person would need to have the strength to kill 15 Martial Emperor Realm experts in one move.

Otherwise, they would be trapped within the formation, unable to kill any single one of them.

On the other side.

The middle-aged scholar was also a little surprised and regretful.

He had never thought that Ding Hao’s strength was this formidable. He had the power to trigger the roar of a dragon with a single punch. Even the Fifteen Stars Demon Formation had almost failed to block it. He thought in his heart that any one of the fifteen, two, or even three, would have been killed instantly if they fought against Ding Hao.

Compared with the information he had collected before, Ding Hao’s strength was much stronger.

It was truly terrifying.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the young expert and reproached, “Don’t be reckless. Don’t be provoked by Ding Hao and attack blindly.”

The middle-aged scholar was also a little disheartened.

Ever since they learned of Ning Huxiao’s death in the Sage Battlefield, the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect had put all their resources on that young man with broom-shaped eyebrows, hoping for him to become another expert of the newer generation. However, his performance just then had been disappointing. He couldn’t even bear a few words from Ding Hao and attacked rashly. It was no different from courting death.

It was simply a stupid act.

The young man with broom-shaped eyebrows agreed, not daring to be reckless anymore.

He was also astonished. All the pride and superiority in his heart had been snuffed by that punch. He slowly ran his Qi and took a pill of vitality. Crimson flesh squirmed and grew at a visible speed on his badly mutilated arm. In the blink of an eye, he had a pair of new palms.

It wasn’t difficult for a Martial Emperor Realm expert to recover, given the strength of his body and the help of pills.

There was already fear in his eyes when he looked at Ding Hao.

The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath and sighed, “You are indeed a genius. The power of your punch is beyond what I can take. It was worth the trouble for me, Li Xianglai, to come to the Snow Province in person. Ding Hao, I don’t want to kill a martial arts genius of the Human Clan. I will spare your life today if you surrender, hand over everything you found on the Sage Battlefield and join my sect. What do you say?”

Ding Hao asked calmly, “So, do all of you belong to the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect?”

The middle-aged scholar said confidently, “I’m Li Xianglai, the head of the Southern Academy of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect. The experts of our academy and my close friends set up this Fifteen Stars Demon Formation. They are all prominent sword practitioners of the Sword Province. Ding Hao, you should be proud of yourself for having us come after you. Don’t overestimate your luck. The power of this formation is not what you can fathom. You will die if you insist on showing off.”

“Oh.” Ding Hao nodded, and then said very seriously, “I’ll give you three breaths of time if you’re not from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect. Get out of here, so you won’t die.”

None of the 15 experts in the sky turned around to leave.

“You won’t give up until you die.” Ding Hao counted seriously for ten breaths. Then he seemed to speak to someone with a smile, “Listen carefully, I’ll fight by myself. No one should help me.”

In the distance.

The fat man grinned, and the tall and thin young man with a sword on his back shrugged. Both of them stood still.

Xie Jieyu had already taken down the sword box and placed it in front of her. She pressed on the sword box with her fair-skinned right hand. Hearing this, she frowned and slowly withdrew her hand.

“Hee hee, there’s fun to be had. I wonder if these people can kill Ding Hao,” Ding Ding, the little girl with goat-horn braids, laughed innocently and said, “I’m looking forward to it. Come on. Only the strongest man can have my sister’s pure body and be my brother-in-law!”

Xie Jieyu’s face suddenly darkened.

The One-legged Ox King behind her didn’t say a word. He took a step forward and grabbed Ding Ding’s small goat-horn whip with his backhand. After raising a hand, he threw the little girl to the ice peak a thousand meters away. With a boom, the peak was directly blown to pieces.

“Ten breaths have passed. Sadly, you made the wrong choice, so all of you should die.”

Ding Hao slowly shrugged his shoulders and moved his body. Crackling sounds, like thunder, came out of his body one after another. In an instant, his body expanded a little. He seemed brawnier.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were flashing with a silver and a golden flame.

Boom!

He punched out.

The dragon roared. In the sky, the vivid illusion of a purple dragon was swirling. It surrounded Ding Hao. Every punch he threw, Qi would surge and the fist light would flash like lightning. Then a purple dragon appeared.

Ding Hao still chose the young man with broom-shaped eyebrows.

“Since you are seeking death, then I will kill you today…” the middle-aged scholar sneered and shouted, “Everyone, go all out and beat him. There’s no need to hold back anymore.”

Before he finished speaking—

Fifteen balls of light appeared in their hands, bursting with silver sword light, which was the same as the silver sword ball in the hand of the hunchbacked old man. They obviously belonged to some kind of sharp Precious Weapon. As soon as the sword ball appeared, the sky was immediately filled with misty sword light. Like wisps of silver light, they cut the whole space into irregular fragments.