With a clang, Yang Sheng quickly turned around, used his sword to deflect Mo Xie, and took a few steps back to steady himself, holding his sword in defense.
The moment he uttered the word "Master," Shen Guang lunged forward and launched a fierce attack on Yang Sheng.
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Yang Sheng was still struggling to defend himself, and he retreated while blocking the swords.
"Master, I will never draw my sword against you." Tu Hongye hurriedly pledged his loyalty, but Xiang Wan ignored him.
From the moment Shen Guang exposed the cause of death of the Yang family members, this day was bound to come sooner or later; it was just a matter of time. However, she hadn't expected Shen Guang to be even more unreasonable than she imagined, not even giving Yang Sheng a chance to explain.
Shen Guang's signature move is a set of Flowing Light Sword Techniques. When attacking, the sword light flashes like a shooting star, with a fierce and powerful aura, capable of both offense and defense. Combined with the Ghost-Slaying Array engraved on the sword, and infused with magical power, the sword intent becomes even stronger, killing anyone who stands in its way and vanquishing even ghosts. Yang Sheng inherited this sword technique from him. However, it's clear that Shen Guang didn't teach him the complete sword technique, resulting in the current situation where the battle is almost entirely one-sided.
The killing intent had been aroused, and it was a fight to the death. Everyone retreated, avoiding it as if it were a matter of life and death.
The government doesn't interfere in the feuds between sects, especially internal strife; otherwise, wouldn't they be overwhelmed with work?
The more Shen Guang fought, the more alarmed he became, and the stronger the murderous intent that rose in his heart grew.
He had initially thought killing Yang Sheng would be a simple matter, but he hadn't expected his disciple to actually have the ability to fight back. Although Yang Sheng was at a disadvantage for a short time, he discovered that Yang Sheng was also conserving his strength and hadn't been pushed to the brink, perhaps even possessing other trump cards. He couldn't take the risk; he needed to eliminate Yang Sheng as soon as possible to quell his hatred and remove this major threat.
Back then, he valued Yang Sheng's talent and, out of compassion, spared his life, intending to support his son. Little did he know he'd nurtured a tiger that would become a threat. In a few years, he might not even be a match for Yang Sheng. How could he allow his painstakingly built sect to fall into the hands of others?
With a deadly move, Shen Guang pulled out another magical artifact from his robes and shot it at Yang Sheng as he retreated.
This is a miniature crossbow, enhanced by a magic array. The arrowheads of the miniature crossbows emit a black, sinister aura. If a living person is touched by this aura, they will be corrupted by it, their soul gradually being absorbed into it, eventually turning them into a soulless living dead. If a ghost is struck by the arrowhead, it will be instantly absorbed into it, becoming the sinister black mist that nourishes the sword tip.
The black aura emanating from the arrow indicated that it had slain quite a few ghosts. Shen Guang must have used this arrow to kill ghosts many times before, and now that he's turned on his own disciple, it's truly chilling.
Yang Sheng's expression hardened, and he no longer held back. He unleashed his full power, wielding his sword with impenetrable force, blocking the hidden arrows and Mo Xie two feet away from him.
"Master, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
Tu Hongye, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, was snapped back at Xiang Wan with a flick on the forehead.
"This is their fate, you..."
Before they could finish speaking, two sharp "thud" sounds were heard as Shen Guang and Yang Sheng plunged their swords into each other's bodies.
This surprising turn of events immediately drew everyone's attention.
"Chen Guang, you've finally met your match!"
Blood trickled from the corner of Yang Sheng's mouth, his eyes filled with endless hatred and the exhilarating feeling of liberation.
"Yang Sheng, you beast."
Shen Guang still had some strength left, and struck Yang Sheng in the chest with a palm strike, but the latter blocked it with his own palm. Both of them staggered back and knelt on the ground, the sword still stuck in their bodies.
What did you do?
Shen Guang knelt on one knee, his raised palm dripping with blood, the flesh of his palm turned outwards, as if a wisp of green smoke shrouded his palm.
"Shen Guang, you slaughtered the entire Yang family, numbering over a hundred, all for this very purpose. Now, I'm giving it to you, but I fear you are not worthy of its favor!"
"You ungrateful wretch, go to hell!"
Another magical artifact struck, and Xiang Wan's fingertips had already condensed ice needles. Before she could even make a move, both of them perished simultaneously.
Yang Sheng died right before her eyes, leaving Xiang Wan stunned for a moment before she shook her head and sighed, saying "Amitabha."
What's the hardest thing to figure out in the world? The human heart!
The Yang family once possessed a secret living magical artifact: a multicolored fleshy worm. It was said that by feeding it with their own flesh and blood, it could become a formidable weapon, unstoppable by gods or Buddhas, as it could ignore all defensive spells. If it attacked a living person, it could kill them instantly, while simultaneously increasing the lifespan of its tamer—essentially stealing the lifespan of the attacked and adding it to the tamer's own. Such a heaven-defying creature—who with even a modicum of selfishness wouldn't want to possess it?
At that time, Shen Guang had already become the leader of the Pingyang Sect, tasting the power and status of a commander. When he overheard this rumor, he naturally wanted to claim it for himself. However, the Yang family members vehemently denied it and refused to hand it over, so he ruthlessly killed them all overnight.
Afterwards, fearing that the souls of the Yang family members would be captured by others and reveal his secret, he invited Ghost Mountain out and turned all the evil spirits into nourishment for Ghost Mountain.
This matter was handled with extreme secrecy, and there was no evidence to be found. Even his subordinates who had helped him slaughter the Yang family were all silenced one by one.
At that time, Yang Sheng was just a three or four-year-old child. Because he was playing, he escaped a section of the road and then fell into a coma. Shen Guang saw that he had good potential, so he took him under his wing, intending to train him to be a sharp weapon for the Pingyang Sect.
Since it is merely a tool, it cannot harbor any ambition or scheme.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
