Gulp.
Before the great hall, the expressions on everyone's faces had long frozen into stunned rigidity.
Although many among them had heard of Ling Xiao's reputation for peerless immortal demeanor, witnessing it firsthand now made them truly understand what it meant to crush a generation, what the title "peerless" truly entailed!
Before this heir of the Ling Clan, they truly only deserved the title of… ants!
"Ling Xiao!! Even if you are peerless, you still can't kill me!!!"
At this moment, Yu Yuntian had no intention of resisting whatsoever. His realm was already a level lower than Ling Xiao's, and the latter's sword strike contained an unparalleled Dao Principle. What could he use to block it? His head? Dammit.
"Can't kill you? Even if your father came today, you would still undoubtedly die." Ling Xiao sneered, his white robes radiating starlight as the Dao Principle great sword finally descended to a point above Yu Yuntian's head.
From start to finish, the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords hadn't moved an inch.
As for Yu Yuntian… if he died, he died. Offending the Ling Clan over this would be a loss that outweighed the gain. Furthermore, even if the Yu Family experts found out that Yu Yuntian had bullied the Ling Clan's Second Young Master within the sect, if they had any sense at all, they'd probably tie Yu Yuntian up and take him to the Ling Clan to apologize. Young people might act impulsively without considering consequences, but those old fogies who had lived for centuries wouldn't take any risks. The Ling Clan was powerful, showing signs of potentially dominating the Eastern Territories. Moreover, it was said the Divine Maiden of the Dao Palace was now openly seen together with this Ling Clan heir. With four supreme orthodox sects tied together, one had to ask, how many in the entire Sacred Dynasty would dare contend with them?!
"Ancestor!! Save me!!"
Just then, beneath the Dao sword, Yu Yuntian suddenly let out a desperate roar. A red, mysterious light suddenly shone from his hand. Immediately after, a heart-palpitating, terrifying aura surged out instantly.
"It's over…" The Holy Master's eyes narrowed. He took a step forward, but ultimately… he was a step too late.
"Damnable! Who dares to kill the young master of my Yu Family?!"
A sky full of red light shot into the heavens. Beneath the Dao sword, a somewhat illusory, aged figure gradually revealed its form. But before this soul form could fully materialize, the Dao Principle great sword fell from the sky, slashing onto his shoulder.
Boom!
The entire world seemed to dim for an instant.
The old man, who had just revealed his form, instantly glared with fury, his eyes wide with rage and shock as he looked up at the figure in the sky.
There, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back. The ancient sword in his hand was wreathed in Sword Principle, yet his cultivation was merely at the late Breakthrough Realm.
"Ant! You dare strike me?!"
The newcomer was none other than the Ancestor of the Yu Family, Yu Baitang, whose cultivation had long since reached the third grade of Divine King. Although this was merely a soul manifestation, it was absolutely not something a Breakthrough Realm cultivator could shake. A myriad of flowing lights suddenly bloomed on his palm as he directly grabbed the Dao Principle great sword.
"Damned! Who exactly are you? How dare you kill my Yu Family's young master!!!" Yu Baitang roared at the sky, but in the next instant, the expression on his face suddenly solidified. It seemed he had noticed the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords not far away, sighing lightly and looking at him with a bitter expression.
"This is… the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land? But how could Yuntian…" He had originally left Yu Yuntian a spirit talisman for use in a life-or-death situation to save his life. That Dao sword certainly could decide his fate, but who would dare to kill him right in front of the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords?
Thud! Yu Baitang suddenly felt a trace of unease.
But just as he was about to crush the Dao Principle great sword in his hand, a blinding thunderous light suddenly erupted from around the white-robed youth in the sky.
Boom!
Like profound thunder from the ninth heaven startling the world as it fell. Like tribulation lightning that shatters the void.
They saw the youth's palm, where thunder intent transformed into a sea, piercing through the firmament, and then…
It all poured into the Dao Principle great sword!
Boom!
Rolling thunder shook the heavens, startling to the soul.
At this moment, everyone who looked at that suddenly dazzling Dao Principle great sword felt a sense of despair and the aura of death appear in their eyes.
Two Dao Principles… converged into one sword? What kind of terrifying natural aptitude was this? Even looking throughout the history of the Sacred Dynasty, those who comprehended two Dao Principles existed, but they were rare. And those who could merge two Dao Principles into one could be counted on one's fingers. Moreover, how old was Ling Xiao? Seventeen? He was truly worthy of the word "peerless"!
"Damn it!!! Ant, you dare strike me?!" Yu Baitang's face changed dramatically. How could he not feel the terrifying heavenly might contained within this Dao sword? Especially the Thunder Dao Principle, which was the bane of all soul power in the world. And, whether it was an illusion or not, he vaguely felt that this wisp of Thunder Principle was already approaching completion. How was that possible? A youth with a completed Dao Principle?
"No matter who you are… today I will…"
"Ah, Yu Baitang, if you don't wish for the Yu Family to be annihilated, you'd better… not fight back. That youth is Ling Xiao, the heir of the Ling Clan!" Just as Yu Baitang's soul radiance flickered over his entire body, as he was about to exert his full strength, a soft sigh suddenly sounded by his ear.
"Heir of the Ling Clan? What Ling… Hiss…" Quite suddenly, Yu Baitang, like a deflated ball, froze in mid-air.
He allowed the Dao Principle great sword to ruthlessly pierce through his body and then descend directly towards Yu Yuntian.
The latter's originally mocking expression almost instantly solidified. He simply couldn't understand why his ancestor, who had been so fierce and violent moments before, had suddenly calmed down like this.
Watching the dazzling radiance falling from the sky, many scenes suddenly appeared in Yu Yuntian's eyes.
Once, he was the pride of the Yu Family. Later, he was taken as a direct disciple by the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords. That day, the entire Yu Family went wild for him alone. Throughout the entire Canghai City, all cultivators and commoners who saw him would bow respectfully and address him as Young Master Yu. Full of high spirits, a triumphant young man.
But gradually, amidst these endless flatteries, he lost his original heart. He became proud and unrestrained, to the extent that… he developed the wild ambition to compete with the Young Master of the Ling Clan.
My life… a careless twenty years. Only at death's door do I regret… how good it is to be alive!
Boom!
The Dao Principle great sword slashed down from the heavens, not splashing a single drop of blood. All there was, was a violent, numbing thunder intent. And Yu Yuntian's figure, under the force of this terrifying Dao Principle, directly turned into flying ash, not even a speck of residue remaining.
The mountains of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land suddenly fell into dead silence. Faintly, there was a suppressed desolation.
The Holy Master's direct disciple, the Great Senior Brother of Ten Thousand Swords… today… perished!
"Ah."
It wasn't until a soft sigh came from before the Holy Hall that the stunned shock in everyone's eyes slowly dissipated. Lifting their heads again to look at the figure in the sky, they saw he had already drifted down to stand before the crowd.
White robes, green sword, starry eyes, vast aura.
Peerless immortal demeanor… this was probably it.
I have a sword, one that can shatter the heavens, part the seas, slay immortals, kill gods, and slaughter all under heaven!
"From this day forward, if anyone dares to harm my brother Ling Tian even in the slightest, their end will be no different from this man."
A simple sentence, yet it shook the hearts of three thousand Holy Land disciples.