Chapter 1715
Chapter 1715 (Raw 1727):
Inside the valley, Xiao Chen could not stop the murderous intent pouring out of his eyes. It was hard for him to remain calm, and his anger could not be soothed.
If one were to say that a treasure would get one into trouble, that having the Dao Tool was a sin, and hence he was hunted down, he would acknowledge it.
However, Xiao Chen simply could not stand such unscrupulous means. Previously, Hua Yunfeng had formed an alliance with the Divine Firmament Sect's true inheritors.
"Xiao Chen! Your time is up. Since you still have not shown yourself, then don't blame me for being cruel!"
The Divine Firmament Sect's Berserk Saber, Liang Zimo, had a sullen expression when he saw that there were no movements from the valley. He could not help getting angry. He raised his saber, prepared to chop off one of Hua Yunfeng's fingers.
Hua Yunfeng looked unsightly, but he did not betray any horror. He only thought that the ugliness of human nature was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
At the same time, he prayed that Xiao Chen would not come out.
Coming out would definitely mean Xiao Chen's death. As the strongest true inheritor of the Purple Flame Sect, Hua Yunfeng was much calmer than most people.
This angry Liang Zimo looked like he would kill Hua Yunfeng at any moment. However, even if he were a hundred times bolder, he would not really dare do that.
No matter what, the Purple Flame Sect was a Rank 4 sect, after all. If he killed their strongest true inheritor so openly, he would not be able to bear the consequences.
At most, Hua Yunfeng would lose only an arm.
Liang Zimo's greater purpose was to agitate Xiao Chen, to force Xiao Chen to show himself. This was his plot. Hua Yunfeng could see this more clearly than anyone else and looked down on it from the bottom of his heart. He hoped that Xiao Chen could see it as well.
"Stop!"
Xiao Chen, who was holding the Tyrant Saber, moved the distance of three steps in two steps, charging out of the valley, and coldly eyed Liang Zimo.
When Xiao Chen looked around, his heart immediately felt heavy. The true inheritors of the Heavenly Shaking Mountain and the Potala Mountain were here as well.
To the back, he also saw many core disciples, who hoped to gain some benefits, coming to watch and hiding in the surroundings.
The appearance of the Dao Tool attracted all the disciples in the Fiendish Demon Battlefield. Now, they had gathered outside this valley.
Liang Zimo's face lit up in joy. He clapped and said, "The White Robes Xiao Chen is indeed a true man. I thought that you would hide in this valley forever."
Xiao Chen looked at the other party coldly. His gaze then fell on the two Divine Firmament Sect disciples who were suppressing Hua Yunfeng.
Killing Qi erupted from Xiao Chen's eyes, sending a chill down those two's backs. They promptly retreated two steps with Hua Yunfeng for some reason.
"Let go of Hua Yunfeng. If you want the Dao Tool or my life, it can be discussed," Xiao Chen growled through clenched teeth.
With a grin, Liang Zimo ordered, "Release him!"
The two true inheritors immediately loosened the ropes around Hua Yunfeng. Then, Liang Zimo stepped over and grabbed hold of him. "Hand over the Dao Tool, and I'll hand you the person."
The Confucian Institution's Meng Qi and the Profound Light Temple's Zhen De both raised their eyebrows, their expressions changing slightly.
These two seemed to know what each other was thinking. They exchanged glances and conversed through voice projections.
To think that this Liang Zimo is treating us as decorations, trying to monopolize the Dao Tool. Zhen De, what do you think? Meng Qi asked.
Zhen De replied, There are very few bladesmen in the Buddhist sects and the Confucian Institution. Let's work together. After we obtain this saber, we will sell it at an auction to someone who truly uses the saber. After maximizing the profits, we split them equally.
That works for me.
The two hit it off and reached a simple agreement.
"Whoosh!"
Without a second thought, Xiao Chen tossed the Tyrant Saber in his hand at Liang Zimo.
Clang!
Just as Xiao Chen tossed out that saber, the crisp sound of a treasure saber being unsheathed rang out in his heart. This filled his entire body, a sensation like some kind of awakening.
Liang Zimo did not pay attention to these at all. Wild joy flared in his eyes as he reached for the saber and kicked away Hua Yunfeng, intending to retreat into the protective circle of the Divine Firmament Sect's true inheritors.
"It's really heavy!"
However, when Liang Zimo caught the saber, it felt like he caught a mountain, and he could not bear it at all.
"Plop!" When the Tyrant Saber landed in his arms, it pushed him to the ground, covering him in dirt.
"Clang!"
A cold light flashed in the Confucian Institution's Meng Qi's eyes as he drew his sword. A sword light, which was as bright as the red sun, appeared as righteous Qi spread out. Then, he thrust his sword towards Liang Zimo.
The Profound Light Temple's Zhen De soared into the air. The Buddhist staff in his hand swung out. As he held the end of the staff, the heavy staff head broke the sound barrier and smashed towards Liang Zimo's head with a scary howl.
"Damn it!"
Liang Zimo brought out his will of thunder, and his entire body flickered with electricity. After cursing, he drove all the Veritable Essence Energy and Vital Qi in his body before finally managing to stand up while holding the Tyrant Saber.
Smiling coldly, he grabbed the saber's handle with his right hand and tried to draw it.
However, despite the amount of force Liang Zimo put in, he found that he could not draw the saber at all. His expression changed drastically.
"Pu ci!"
Meng Qi did not give Liang Zimo any time to be stunned. His sword pierced Liang Zimo's chest, and then Zhen De's Buddhist staff knocked Liang Zimo into the air. Liang Zimo's hand had not even warmed the Tyrant Saber's handle yet.
Borne by the shock wave, the Tyrant Saber flew off in an unexpected direction, taking Zhen De and Meng Qi by surprise.
"After it!"
The place immediately fell into chaos. Everyone had their eyes on the Tyrant Saber as they chased it.
"The saber! My Dao Tool!"
The dispirited Liang Zimo remained sprawled on the ground. His hair was disheveled, and wounds covered his whole body. Blood leaked out of his mouth as he coughed incessantly. The attack that the two peak true inheritors plotted was horrendous, immediately severely injuring him.
This was especially so for Zhen De's heavy Buddhist staff. The heavy strike incapacitated Liang Zimo entirely.
All of Liang Zimo's ribs were broken, and his internal organs, torn. The blow also aggravated the wound from Meng Qi's sword.
Liang Zimo did not even have the strength to stand up. The worst thing was that no one cared about him. Everyone chased after the Tyrant Saber, wildly charging over.
Seeing the chaotic scene, Xiao Chen carried Hua Yunfeng to the valley and removed the restrictions on Hua Yunfeng's body.
"Phew…!"
Hua Yunfeng released a drawn-out breath. Then, he said, "You should not have shown yourself. As a bladesman, it is very hard to meet a treasure saber that matches you."
Hua Yunfeng had witnessed what Xiao Chen paid and how much effort Xiao Chen put in to obtain that Dao Tool.
Xiao Chen smiled calmly. "That saber has only one characteristic: tyrannical. I tried three times but did not succeed in drawing it. On the other hand, it unsheathed when I tossed it out earlier."
Hua Yunfeng showed a strange expression. "It unsheathed? I did not see it."
Xiao Chen pointed to his heart. "In here. In that earlier instant, I understood why I could not draw it. In the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion, I went with the flow and carried the saber away, leaving Senior Brother Hua behind to escape alone. As a result, I lost the mindset of a tyrant. Although I forcibly subdued that saber, it felt ashamed of me and was not willing to let me use it.
"The true way of a hegemon is not being ruthless in fighting, ruling the world alone. Instead, it requires a heart of innocence, loyalty, the pride and courage of a tyrant, and, more importantly, the boldness and the mindset of a king. Only then can one embark on the path of a hegemon!"
Hua Yunfeng entered deep thought and nodded. "As you said, 'If it is not something I want, what is the point of having it? How is it not like that for sabers and swords? In ancient records, there are often accounts of famous sabers and swords directly shattering after changing owners. In the past, I thought that those were just tales. Now, it looks like they are true."
The gains and losses allowed Xiao Chen to benefit a lot.
In the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion, it looked like Xiao Chen obtained a Dao Tool. In reality, he failed to get the Tyrant Saber to submit to him. He had not obtained anything aside from boundless disaster.
Now, it looked like Xiao Chen had lost the Tyrant Saber, but he obtained its acknowledgment. Unintentionally, he had already drawn it from its sheath in the depths of his heart.
No matter how far it was, this saber now had Xiao Chen's mark branded on it.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen heard a pained grunt. After he looked over, he sneered.
Hua Yunfeng looked over and laughed involuntarily. "Heaven watches whatever men do. After I fought with those six experts, this Liang Zimo took advantage to sneak-attack me. Now that he is in such a state, I can only say that it serves him right."
"Brother Xiao, what do you plan to do next?"
Xiao Chen's eyes appeared clear; he already had a plan in his heart. "I'll let the situation become more chaotic, to lure out all of those ambitious and greedy people. In the meantime, I will properly recuperate to recover my peak combat prowess."
Be it Shangguan Lei, Wang Yueming, the Profound Light Temple's Zhen De, or the hidden Black Lotus Church Holy Son, they were all dangerous people who could not be underestimated.
Letting this Tyrant Saber draw out all of these threats would be excellent.
After all, aside from Xiao Chen, no one in this vast Fiendish Demon Battlefield could draw the Tyrant Saber.
What was his would be his in the end!