Although Liu Jiantang was seriously injured by the black dragon at this moment, he was still Liu Jiantang. Even at his worst, he was not someone that a junior like Yang Yunsui was qualified to mock. He stood up shakily, and although his body was covered in wounds, his eyes were still sharp.

He slowly walked up to Yang Yunsui, his eyes still filled with fear, but he still mustered his courage and said, "You...you stay away!"

Liu Jiantang flashed in front of him, raised his hand and pointed. Yang Yunsui had no way to dodge. Liu Jiantang's finger touched his forehead, but nothing happened. A hint of disdain flashed in Liu Jiantang's eyes. He didn't even have the intention to kill Yang Yunsui. He just said coldly, "When a tiger raises its head to look up at the sky, how can snakes, insects, and rats understand its yearning? Boy... you're so weak, you don't even have the right to die by my hand!"

Upon hearing this, the fear in Yang Yunsui's eyes gradually turned into anger. Ye Qingyun, Liu Jiantang, Shen Huairu, Xiao Yuhan, Nangong Ling'er—these were all enemies who originally belonged to his father's generation, the people who killed his father. He remembered every single one of them.

He felt the gap shouldn't be this vast. Why did that man dare to look at him so disrespectfully? He had clearly summoned the Yinglong skeleton that had been dormant for ten thousand years, and this demonic dragon could have destroyed their Heavenly Sword Sect. Why was that man still so arrogant?

Unconvinced, he looked at the heavily injured Liu Jiantang, drew his sword and followed step by step, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He thought that Liu Jiantang, who was now seriously injured, would be easy to kill.

But he completely forgot what had just happened. Liu Jiantang was able to get close to him without using any spiritual power, and he also forgot that this man was the number one sword immortal in the martial arts world.

The sword is the ultimate weapon. When a swordsman reaches the pinnacle, he may be able to kill beyond his realm or disregard realms. Only a swordsman can achieve this.

This is also why the Heavenly Sword Sect can be revered among the righteous sects of the world, because when sword cultivators reach their peak, their strength is immeasurable.

However, there are very few true sword cultivators in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect. Among the Five Sword Immortals of Ling Su, only Liu Jiantang can be called a sword cultivator, followed by Ye Qingyun.

Yang Yunsui had only taken a few steps when a melodious female voice rang out, "I advise you not to get close to Uncle-Master Liu. You think you can kill him? You're just asking for humiliation!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunsui saw the woman in red and white. Ai Yue was sitting on a large rock, holding the Su Yue Liu Tian sword, her gaze cold and sharp as she looked at Yang Yunsui. She continued, "If you want to make a move, I am more than enough to be your opponent."

At this moment, Liu Jiantang turned around and glanced at Ai Yue, then smiled slightly and said, "I advise you not to fight with my junior sister Ai Yue, you'll die!"

After speaking, Liu Jiantang walked step by step toward the highest mountain peak. At this moment, Yinglong roared through the sky, and with a breath of dragon breath, wind and snow filled the sky. Its roar even drowned out the thunder, and the entire Lingsu region was shrouded in fear.

Even the people who were currently engaged in fierce battle in the Heavenly Sword Hall changed their expressions. Chen Gongming burst into laughter, seemingly excited after his plan had succeeded.

Nanmen Linjiang was extremely focused. He didn't look at the majestic demonic dragon in the sky; his eyes were only on his opponent, Chen Gongming.

Shen Huairu and Qin Yuejiao joined forces to fight the remaining two Demon Sect elders, but were caught in a fierce battle.

Qin Yuejiao turned to Shen Huairu and said, "Aren't you going to help? Judging from the noise, it came from the back mountain of the Discipline Hall. I'm afraid Liu Jiantang alone can't handle such a demonic dragon. I and the elders of the Kunlun Immortal Sect can hold on here. If you want to go, then go."

Shen Huairu shook his head solemnly, "The one we need to worry about least in the Heavenly Sword Sect is Senior Brother Liu. He is the strongest person in our Heavenly Sword Sect. If anyone can defeat that demonic dragon, I believe it must be Senior Brother Liu."

"I don't think anyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect can defeat that demonic dragon." Qin Yuejiao's expression was serious, and she felt increasingly uneasy.

Shen Huairu was silent for a moment, "I believe in him, just like when we were kids. Although Senior Brother always rushes to the front in times of crisis, it is actually Senior Brother Liu who solves the problems every time."

Qin Yuejiao smiled wryly, "I think if your senior brother could mobilize the Heavenly Sword Sect's protective formation at this moment, he might be able to kill the demon dragon."

Shen Huairu shook her head without speaking; her eyes held worry, yet also unwavering determination.

At the very top of the mountain behind the Discipline Hall, Liu Jiantang stood before the precipice. The cold wind swept across his cheeks, and ice shards stung his face, but he remained unmoved, seemingly lost in a strange state.

Why did I first hold a sword?

He looked down at his sword-wielding hand, which was covered in calluses—the marks of his sword-wielding training since childhood. Now that the Dragon-Slaying Sword had turned to ashes, he had no sword left to use, but he didn't care at all.

He just stared blankly into the distance, his expression growing increasingly dazed.

At this moment, he seemed to see the girl in red he had met when he traveled through Sichuan years ago. She said she came from Miao territory and her name was Long Xiaoyu.

The two traveled the world together. Outside Suzhou, she walked beside him with an umbrella, and the raindrops sliding down the umbrella seemed to fall before her eyes again.

That year she said she had no regrets about traveling the world with Brother Liu. Ten years have passed, and they have traveled half of the world, but it feels like they have already lived a lifetime.

On their wedding night, she smiled radiantly, tilting her head and teasing him for looking like a member of a demonic cult in his red robes.

That year, they made a vow together to never betray each other in this lifetime.

Later, the two became mortal enemies. In front of the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate, he struck her for the first time, blaming her entirely for his master's death and rebuking her never to appear before him again.

More than two years ago in southern Xinjiang, she risked her life to save Liu Jiantang, and then tragically passed away.

Tears welled in Liu Jiantang's eyes as he smiled bitterly and helplessly, "So it turns out that only when I don't have a sword in my hand... do I truly begin to take things seriously beyond the sword... So it turns out, I wasn't inherently cold-hearted, but rather my obsession blinded my heart. What kind of lousy number one sword immortal am I..."

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