NOVPUBHer hair was somewhat disheveled; her complexion, pale, and the corners of her mouth still bore traces of fresh blood.
Upon witnessing this scene, the spectators below, who were watching the excitement, were greatly shocked.
"The Huang Family really has kicked an iron plate this time, not even Lord Junjian, their esteemed ancestor, could match up."
"What’s so surprising about that? I saw it coming.
The Huang Family may be strong, but their fame is only great within our Northwest City.
As for Heaven Edge Pavilion, that’s a force from the Central Continent with three emperors in its ranks.
They’re simply not at the same level."
"The Huang Family has been arrogant all along, and now it’s time for them to taste some bitterness."
At this moment, amidst the sky, Huang Guyuan hurriedly led the numerous elders forward to support Huang Youlan.
Everyone asked with some concern, "Ancestor, are you alright?"
"With my True Fate injured, I’m afraid I’ll need a long period of recovery," Huang Youlan said as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shaking her head.
"It’s our fault, we’re the ones who have implicated the ancestor," Huang Guyuan said, blaming himself.
"Don’t talk about that now; let’s wait and see how they decide to deal with the Huang Family," Huang Youlan said, shaking her head.
The crowd looked up and saw that with a wave of Pavilion Elder Cang’s hand, all the top-ranking members of the Huang Family were suppressed.
Pavilion Elder Cang scanned his eyes around and said indifferently, "I keep my word.
I’ll only kill those who deserve it; the innocent will not be wantonly slaughtered."
After he spoke, his gaze turned to Yan Buhui.
Yan Buhui took a deep breath, slowly drew his sword, and step by step, walked forward.
His whole body was wrapped in Sword Intent, with each step making the Sword Intent behind him even heavier.
At this moment, the disciples of the Huang Family were all gathered together, looking at Yan Buhui with palpable fear and anxiety.
"Cousin Buhui, I was blind before. Please, for the sake of being from the same clan, spare my life," one of the Huang Family disciples, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, quickly fell to his knees and pleaded for mercy.
With a ’whoosh’.
The sword light flashed across the sky, and the pleading disciple’s head had already fallen to the ground.
"It doesn’t matter that you bullied me, but none of those who insulted my mother in the past will escape," Yan Buhui said as he lifted his sword and charged into the crowd.
The disciples of the Huang Family did not even dare to resist, as a powerful Stepping into Immortality expert was watching from above.
Even if they fought back, it would be useless.
At this moment, the most panicked person was Huang Tianxie, for he had even gone to the True Martial Holy Sect, intending to have Yan Buhui expelled from the sect.
"Father, save me!" Huang Tianxie cried desperately to Huang Guyuan for help.
Huang Guyuan took a deep breath, not daring to make any rash moves.
The pressure from the Stepping into Immortality powerful expert was looming over him.
Huang Guyuan believed that if he truly dared to make a move, the other party would surely not be courteous.
He closed his eyes in despair.
...
In the center of the Huang Family courtyard stood a statue covered with rust.
The statue was forged from wrought iron.
It depicted a man with long hair, a longsword on his back.
The originally white-painted robe, now stained with russet spots, could hardly be seen in its former glory.
The features of the statue were not overly life-like, but the expression was a very gentle smile.
Huang Youlan slowly approached the statue, gently caressing it with her hand.
"You have neglected the statue of the ancestor," she stated hesitantly as she observed the rust on the statue.
The high-ranking members of the Huang Family behind her all remained silent, without uttering a word.
Ashamed, they bowed their heads.
Ignoring the Huang Family disciples being slaughtered in the distance, Huang Youlan turned and sternly said to the high-ranking members, "Kneel down, all of you, and reflect on your actions over the years."
As she spoke, Huang Youlan was the first to kneel.
...
Once upon a time, there was a man.
A Sword God named Heaven Wasteland.
He was our Huang Family’s pride.
Because of him, the Dan Clan divided Northwest City and gave it to us.
He once competed with Emperor Yintian for Destiny, and though he was defeated, it was a glorious defeat.
Long ago, many legends about the Sword God always circulated within the Huang Family.
People considered him the pride of Northwest City.
However, as time passed, the legends about the Sword God slowly faded into obscurity.
The glory of the past eventually became just that— the past.
The dust of time obscured all brilliance.
At this moment, watching all the high-ranking members kneeling, the disciples of the Huang Family followed suit and knelt as well.
The statue at the front still stood solitary.
The iron rust seemed to silently speak of the unspeaking time.
The expression on that statue’s face was forever a gentle smile.
But no one noticed, different strands of Spiritual Energy were echoing around the statue.
Yan Buhui’s slaughter continued.
He vented all the resentment of his first twenty years of life.
He had watched helplessly as his mother died of illness before his eyes, abandoned by those who could have helped.
He had also suffered oppression from his clansmen, who not only bullied him but also insulted his deceased mother.
The more he killed, the more Yan Buhui felt his body becoming unblocked and his thoughts becoming clear.
All the resentment that had built up over twenty years was finally being released, as if even his realm could not hold it back.
......
"How do I feel like the ancestor’s statue is moving,"
Said cautiously one of the high-ranking members who were kneeling below, looking at the statue at the front.
Everyone raised their heads and saw that the longsword carried on the back of the statue in front of them seemed to be vibrating.
As if the iron sword was going to be drawn from the scabbard.
"What’s happening?" someone said in horror.
Just as his voice fell, there was a clang.
A sound of unsheathing a sword almost echoed through the entire heaven and earth.
The rusted statue began to vibrate rapidly.
At the spot on the statue’s abdomen, a black hole materializing Spiritual Energy appeared, sucking everything inside.
The black hole was deep and boundless, and nothing inside could be seen clearly.
"This is," Pavilion Elder Cang squinted slightly from above, looking somewhat solemn at the inside of the black hole.
Only to see a man in a black robe, with a blood-colored cloak draped behind him, slowly walking out from the black hole.
The longsword carried on the back of the statue was drawn from its sheath, and the rust that had covered the original iron sword shattered completely.
The whole sword was renewed, its edge was incredibly sharp.
Purple stripes flowed along the sword blade, and a sea of Sword Intent, stretching for miles, surged around the man.
The moment this man appeared, all of the onlooking crowd who bore swords,
All their longswords began trembling involuntarily at that moment.
As if they were encountering the emperor among swords, submitting and lightly chiming in reverence.
"It’s the Heaven Wasteland Sword Saint," someone said in a low voice, disbelieving.
"It’s the Heaven Wasteland Sword Ancestor, the Sword Ancestor has returned.
It turns out the Sword Ancestor has always been here."
At this moment, the people of the Huang Family wept with joy, all howling towards the sky.
Many people knelt down as well.
The onlookers around them also started shouting along with the atmosphere.
"Sword God, Sword God."
His renown was evident.
"Flattening the Zhou Sea Five Continents, dominating the Shenghua four domains, atop the Sword Dao I am invincible."
The indifferent words, along with the stern Sword Intent, burst open in the Firmament.
