Legend of the Heavenly Swordsman
Ch.116 - Sacred Sword Sect II

Qiao Wu's body trembled violently upon seeing his father lying on the ground with his head separated from his body. Qiao Wu deeply regretted his decision for not immediately escaping after completing his mission. Now, he was only stunned as he looked at his father who was no longer alive.

Qiao Wuji was the only important figure in his life, the middle-aged man had always protected him in any situation. Qiao Wu wanted to get angry and avenge his father's death, but to move his body alone he couldn't because he didn't have enough energy.

'I'll avenge all this someday-!' Qiao Wu was determined inwardly as he clenched his hands, but his breath was immediately restrained upon seeing the terrifying sight that befell the members of the Sacred Sword Sect.

Yuan Meng's wind blades left many puddles a meter wide as soon as they touched the ground. The layer of energy that Li Han and the other elders had created began to slowly crack because the wind blades were endless.

The body of a core disciple instantly exploded the instant the wind blade struck him. Feng Youxin became limp, all his strength had been put in to hold the wind blade but some of them could still injure him.

One by one the members of the Sacred Sword sect fell down with separate limbs. Eve killed the one Yuan Meng released and divided their concentration, until some were unconscious and did not have time to make energy protectors.

Yuan Meng looked at the dozens of humans kneeling down there cynically. He increased his attack power as soon as he remembered the things of the past. Memories of him slaughtering the surviving remnants of the Tang clan members.

Li Han was silent and fixated on the sight of thousands of other wind blades starting to appear, this time their size was twice as large. Their hopes had been dashed, desperately Li Han and Li Chun looked at each other for a moment, then nodded their heads together.

The energy protectors they made suddenly shrank and moved to the side of the other sect members. Their faces looked much older, leaving their bodies wide open without any protection.

"Yetoo!!" Feng Youxin exclaimed loudly aware of the state of his teacher, as soon as his voice echoed through the thousands of wind blades it immediately lunged at everything beneath him.

"Yes…!!!" Xiao Tian exclaimed loudly while gathering the rest of his strength. Whatever he does now the result will remain the same, namely death. But at least Xiao Tian wanted to unleash a final attack on the person who made this mess.

"Son..The fate of this sect is in your hands.." Li Chun muttered softly before hundreds of Yuan Mengs wind blades pierced through his body. At the last moment Li Chun only thought of his students and adopted children who might still be imprisoned until now.

The other elders also released their strongest attack upon hearing Xiao Tian's cry. Dozens of long-range attacks from the elders clashed with Yuan Meng's wind blades, a fierce explosion in the air afterwards but Yuan Meng's blades could not be stopped at all.

The corpses of the sect disciples that were lying around were crushed unceasingly the moment the wind blades pierced through their bodies.

The energy protectors that Li Han and Li Chun sent out did not make any meaningful impact, the protector broke after holding down dozens of wind blades it made all the higher-ups of the Sacred Sword sect who were there unable to escape death.

In his last moment Li Han had glanced at Feng Youxin who was already a lump of meat. Her tears flowed without warning, in the end, the sect that this legend had established ended miserably in his hands.

"The end is over." Li Han said before exhaling his last breath.

Qiao Wu almost spewed out his entrails from not being able to see the one-sided slaughter. This was the first time for him to see a person's body exploding to the point of being unresponsive.

"W-what should I do now?" Qiao Wu began to get frustrated, he no longer had the strength to escape, Qiao Wu was too afraid to follow Yuan Meng, if he remained here even if it was certain that the other sect members would kill him.

Yuan's face looked flat and cold, the stance he had just taken out had consumed quite a bit of his qi energy. Perhaps Yuan Meng would be a little overwhelmed if the sect had more than seven Sacred Warriors guarding it.

Yuan Meng then took out a simple compass from under his cloak, it was this compass that led Yuan Meng to find the heirloom she wanted.

Yuan Meng only needed to imagine a small picture of the heirloom he was looking for then the compass needle would point to the one point where the heirloom was located.

"Oh, there's still one survivor." Yuan Meng looked in one direction, she quickly shortened the distance with that person.

Qiao Wu's body suddenly shook violently as Yuan Meng suddenly approached him. Qiao Wu just looked down in fear, not even daring to glance at Yuan Meng.

"I've made your father die here and his group has ended as well.. I'll give you a choice, want to come with me or avenge your father's death?" asked Yuan Meng indifferently.

Qiao Wu's mouth became muddled, his mind completely empty to the point of not knowing what to say, "I-I'll come with you.." said Qiao Wu in a trembling voice.

"Good.You made the right decision." Yuan Meng quickly pulled Qiao Wu's collar and carried him flying in the direction indicated by the compass in his hand

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"Is this the legendary heirloom?" muttered Yuan Meng while looking at the sword statue before him.

Yuan Meng was unable to sense any energy from the sword, to him the sword looked ordinary but Yuan Meng's premonition said that he could not touch it carelessly.

Yuan Meng felt lucky that the buildings were still intact because they were far from the battle area, it would be very troublesome if he had to dismantle the ruins of the buildings one by one.

Qiao Wu nodded slowly as soon as Yuan Meng asked him about the oddity in the sword. Qiao Wu could feel the presence of thin qi lining the sword, he did not see it clearly but it felt extremely dangerous.

"That's it.." Yuan Meng glanced at the sword back with a faint grin.

Yuan Meng brought his hand closer to the sword slowly, suddenly there was a flash of light from the sword and made Yuan Meng suddenly withdraw her hand.

Yuan Meng grinned widely to find the tip of his index finger slightly scratched and bleed, even though the attack of the Sacred swordsman was not necessarily able to hurt him.

"Hahaha.. This is awesome!"

Yuan Meng felt very satisfied, his path to the top of the world was increasingly wide open. He would think of a way to remove the seal later, now what Yuan Meng cared about was how to carry the heirloom.

"What if you touch it, maybe the seal has no effect on a little boy like you…"

Qiao Wu quickly shook his head hearing that, if Yuan Meng alone could be injured then his hands might first break before touching the heirloom.

Yuan Meng again thought, he was not too sure this heirloom could be inserted into the Earth ring considering the seal that covered it, but it would not hurt to try according to Yuan Meng.

After some time he tried and exert more energy, finally the heirloom was successfully transferred to the Earth ring. Yuan Meng smiled in satisfaction, as if it was the most pleasant thing in her life

"Haha! This will be the beginning of the birth of a God in this world!"

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