Chapter 290: Chapter 155: Surrender Immediately and Annihilate the Divine Sword Sect (Part 2)

“What an overbearing person, such heavy killing intent!”

Among the crowd, Inspector Cao Chuan was also present, and he too felt a chill all over his body, his scalp tingling.

Zuoqiu Yi’s reputation was known even far away in the Capital City; he was someone with unparalleled talent, with almost a 100% chance of becoming a Martial Venerable in the future. Yet Wei Fan cut him down without hesitation, completely disregarding Qi Zhicun of the Divine Sword Sect.

He felt a wave of fear and relief in his heart, thankful that he had been very respectful earlier; otherwise, judging by this, Wei Fan might have had the guts to cut him down too.

Peak Sects with Martial Venerable powerhouses couldn’t suppress Wei Fan; what did an Inspector like him amount to?

“These guys are simply madmen!”

He sensed that if Wei Fan grew stronger, he might actually go to the Capital City and cut down Garrison Commander Zhang Juzheng; previous inquiries weren’t just for amusement.

At just around twenty years old, he had the ability to kill Zuoqiu Yi; after a few more years, who could say Wei Fan wouldn’t become a Martial Venerable?

“This place is not suitable for staying long; unless necessary, never return to this place again!”

Thinking this, Cao Chuan quickly slipped out of the crowd and left.

…

Divine Sword Sect’s Soul Hall!

This Soul Hall is not just anywhere; it is where the soul tokens of the sect’s Divine Realm Martial Sect masters are stored.

The soul tokens are not those of the dead, but of the living. Once the owner of a soul token dies, the token stored in the Soul Hall will crack, letting the sect know immediately that a Divine Realm Martial Sect master has fallen.

This place is both the most important and the most useless place in the Divine Sword Sect.

Wang Meng has guarded this Soul Hall for decades, from cultivating True Qi Ninth Layer to now the Celestial Human Third Layer, never seeing a soul token crack.

It’s said to be the most important place, but for decades, apart from ten years ago when Sect Leader’s favored disciple Zuoqiu Yi broke through to the Divine Realm and sent his soul token here, no outsiders have visited this place.

“Who dares to kill a Divine Realm Martial Sect master of my Divine Sword Sect, is it necessary for me to waste away here every day?”

Wang Meng looked up, seeing seven soul tokens engraved with names placed on the high platform in front, exuding a mysterious aura, as if they weren’t tokens but seven living people.

Seven masters; being the only Peak Sect in Tongzhou, the Divine Sword Sect had a full seven Grandmasters and one Martial Venerable Sect Leader.

“I hope that one day my soul token can also be placed here!”

Wang Meng gazed at Zuoqiu Yi’s soul token; if he had half of Zuoqiu Yi’s talent, becoming a Divine Realm Martial Sect master wouldn’t be a problem.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, Wang Meng’s pupils contracted, seeing Zuoqiu Yi’s soul token actually crack under his gaze.

He showed an expression of shock and despair: “Zuoqiu Yi’s senior brother’s soul token cracked?”

How could the soul token crack for no reason?

His scalp tingles, knowing well that a cracked soul token means the owner has died, after guarding the Soul Hall for decades.

Zuoqiu Yi!

Preordained next-generation Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, a disciple into whom the sect had poured all its efforts, was dead.

Suddenly, he felt like the sky was falling.

“This must be reported to the Sect Leader immediately!”

Wang Meng scrambled up, forgetting even his Lightweight Skill, unable to fathom the disaster Zuoqiu Yi’s death would bring.

After running a dozen meters, just as he came out of the Soul Hall, he heard the sound of another soul token cracking.

Wang Meng’s body instantly froze, painfully turning to look at the table with the soul tokens in the distance: “It’s Elder Meng Tianrang’s soul token, his soul token cracked too!”

Boom…

Wang Meng’s mind went blank, after decades of no incidents, now two at once.

“Elder Meng and Zuoqiu Yi’s senior brother’s soul tokens cracked!”

Unable to maintain composure anymore, Wang Meng shouted as he ran towards the Sect Leader’s Hall, his voice echoing throughout the Divine Sword Sect.

“Not good!”

Qi Zhicun awoke with shock from his meditation, the power of Heart Spirit instantly covering the Soul Hall, immediately seeing the cracked soul token of his disciple Zuoqiu Yi.

“Who killed my disciple, Huo Tianzheng or Long Jianying?”

He knew about Zuoqiu Yi and Meng Tianrang going to Su City to challenge Wei Fan, events he personally arranged.

He didn’t believe Zuoqiu Yi was killed by Wei Fan’s hand, assuming it was Huo Tianzheng or Long Jianying who struck Zuoqiu Yi, since he knew his disciple’s capabilities.

“Boom!”

A heart-pounding surge of energy erupted, Qi Zhicun burst forth like a blazing sun, dazzling his golden light, and flew out from the Sect Leader’s Hall.

Amidst the blinding gold light, he appeared like a golden Buddha from the temple, every inch of skin seemed cast in gold, exuding an aura that dominated the world.

The title of Golden Body Martial Venerable is no empty fame; it’s a real ability to refine an indestructible golden body.

It’s said that even after thousands of years of death, the golden body of a Martial Venerable remains vivid and lifelike.

They resemble legendary deities and buddhas, decapitations do not kill them, destroyed limbs can grow anew, their power is terrifying.

“Who dares to kill the elder and future sect leader of my Divine Sword Sect!”

“No matter who it is, today Divine Sword Sect will not leave anyone alive, to know what regret means.”

As Qi Zhicun flew away, angry roars echoed from within Divine Sword Sect, followed by several Divine Realm Martial Sects rapidly ascending, releasing dreadful energy as they flew in the same direction as Qi Zhicun.

Qi Zhicun, resembling a deity, soared like a great sun across the sky, instantly flying out of the Divine Sword Sect’s territory, heading toward Su City.

“Qi Zhicun, stop!”

Rolling echoes filled the heavens and earth, an aura no weaker than Qi Zhicun’s rose from the nearby Tongzhou City, equally dazzling with golden light.

Within the blinding glow, faint three-color light intertwined.

“My disciple Zuoqiu Yi is dead, Pei Shinan, are you trying to stop me?”

Qi Zhicun halted, his eyes darkly gazing at Pei Shinan, with murder intent incessantly surging.

He had spent years of painstaking effort cultivating his disciple, yet was slain—whoever it was, he would make them pay the price.

Pei Shinan’s eyes narrowed slightly: “That trash died and so be it. Ran to Su City to challenge someone over ten years younger, only to be chopped to death in a few moves; why keep such trash?”

Qi Zhicun’s golden light surged, his aura fluctuated, “What did you say? He was killed by Wei Fan? That’s impossible…”

His disciple, possessing the potential of a Martial Venerable, how could he possibly die at Wei Fan’s hands.

Even if Wei Fan were more talented, it was utterly impossible for his disciple to lose to Wei Fan.

Pei Shinan sneered: “There’s nothing impossible, the battle witnessed by tens of thousands in Su City, how could it be fake? Your useless disciple, having hardly seen blood a few times, how could he compare to those from my Demon Suppression Bureau, who have walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In a mere few moves, he was killed and defeated.”

Qi Zhicun roared: “Even in defeat, how dare he kill my disciple; Pei Shinan, move aside, don’t force me to act against you, I absolutely will not spare that Wei Fan!”

Pei Shinan’s aura surged, his gaze ice-cold: “Your disciple challenged first, defeated, deserved what came; is it only Divine Sword Sect disciples who can kill my Demon Suppression Bureau’s people, and not vice versa?

So you want to attack me?”

He suddenly shouted: “You Qingfeng, take orders, Divine Sword Sect has rebelled, I command you to gather the army immediately and level Divine Sword Sect.”

The enormous shout even shattered the clouds.

Qi Zhicun’s face changed drastically: “Wait! Pei Shinan, you’ve gone mad; if Demon Suppression Bureau clashes with Divine Sword Sect, Black Lake Jiao Venerable will only stand to gain.”

He realized Pei Shinan wasn’t joking but intended to use this as an excuse, emulating what happened in Su City to annihilate Divine Sword Sect.

The grievance over his disciple could be avenged later, but engaging the Demon Suppression Bureau now was absolutely unwise, for he held no moral ground.

Regardless of winning or losing, the consequence would be the destruction of Divine Sword Sect.

Even if he reacted slowly, he knew Pei Shinan likely orchestrated the slaying of his disciple, provoking him to make a mistake.

Calculations after calculations didn’t anticipate Wei Fan managing to kill his disciple Zuoqiu Yi.

Pei Shinan’s face twisted with madness: “Then let him reap the rewards; I’ve had enough of guarding that beast while constantly wary of your selfish and scheming self potentially stabbing me in the back.

Today, as you dare threaten me, you are my enemy; harboring murderous intent against me means you might one day ally with Black Lake Jiao Venerable to kill me. Rather than waiting for you to join hands and kill me, I’d rather fight and destroy you, obliterate Divine Sword Sect.

Compared to that beast Black Lake Jiao Venerable, I rather kill you, a beast masquerading as a human.”

Speaking, Pei Shinan’s body pierced through the void, roaring and attacking Qi Zhicun, striking right away.

It wasn’t a threat; he really intended to fight Qi Zhicun to the death.

A stream of golden power flowed through him, exuding a world-ending aura.

A Martial Venerable powerhouse’s strength, clearly aside from the golden body, True Power differed entirely from Divine Realm Martial Sect.

“Wait! Hear me out before you act!”

Qi Zhicun retreated explosively, unwilling to clash with the Demon Suppression Bureau, forced to compromise once more.

Originally, he just meant to caution the Demon Suppression Bureau not to target his Divine Sword Sect, without expecting Pei Shinan to disregard Black Lake Jiao Venerable and fight desperately.

Pei Shinan paused: “Speak, spit out your nonsense!”

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