Chapter 0019

Chapter 19: Who Dares Call Themselves Invincible? Who Claims Never to Be Defeated!

A gust of wind howled straight at Mu Rong Ya. Mo Liu Su could no longer hold back and struck first. She was in a panic now. Mu Rong Ya only smiled wider; her snow-white hair flew as she reached out and said: “I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush.”

In a flash, the two clashed. Mo Liu Su came fast but went faster; she was blasted away and crashed into the high platform. The nine-tiered dais collapsed at once. Terrible currents raged as dust billowed. The eighty-one disciples on the stage felt locked in place and could not escape.

Elder White Crane cried out: “Save them!” The disciples were about to be buried alive.

Zhou Tong moved at that instant and clapped his hands as he said: “Unite!” Eighty-one sub-formations merged into the main array and cut the sealing aura in a breath. That heartbeat of time brought life. The disciples broke free together, and not one was harmed.

They dropped to one knee and bowed to Zhou Tong with deep devotion as they said: “Thank you for saving our lives, senior brother!”

Zhou Tong’s voice was cool as he said: “No need. I am no longer your senior brother.”

His words were heartless, and a shadow crossed their eyes, but soon there was only true gratitude left.

The crowd was stunned. Zhou Tong had acted too fast, and his methods were too profound for them to follow. More important, none of them could see his cultivation. He seemed to have no cultivation at all, yet also seemed to stand at the peak of the Soul Division realm. In short, he was impossible to read. One thing was clear: there were no Dao injuries on him. His strength remained.

Geniuses from other sects trembled. At this year’s Hundred Sects Tournament, would they be crushed by this man again?

With a boom, the dust blew away, and a battered figure appeared. Mo Liu Su’s hairpins were crooked, blood stained the corner of her lips, and her breath came short. Once again, people saw how fierce Mu Rong Ya truly was. Even with Dao injuries and heart demons on her back, she was still not someone of the same generation could touch.

Mo Liu Su drew a deep breath and asked through stubborn pride: “Do you think you have already won?”

Mu Rong Ya curled her fingers and said with contempt: “Continue if you like. One hand is enough.”

Mo Liu Su’s chest heaved as she was about to attack again when a voice cut in: “Wait!”

Tang Qi stepped between them.

Mo Liu Su reached out and warned: “Little Qi, move aside. It’s dangerous.”

Tang Qi smiled harmlessly at his master, then turned to face Mu Rong Ya with a serious look as he said: “Senior Mu Rong, today is my apprenticeship ceremony. You broke into my sect and hurt my master. Even if you are a powerhouse, I must demand justice.”

He raised the Heavenly Dao Sword and pointed it at Mu Rong Ya as he declared: “I will challenge your disciple on the Sword Dao. If I win, you will apologize to my master.”

Mu Rong Ya let out a chilly laugh and called over her shoulder: “Yue’er, teach him some manners!”

“By your command,” the little demoness answered as she sprang forward. Her near-transcendent aura made Tang Qi’s face change.

Tang Qi took a step to the side and pointed his sword at Zhou Tong as he said: “I am not challenging you. I am challenging him. I once respected you as my senior brother, but you joined an outsider to injure my master. Today I will seek justice for her. If you are not a coward, accept my fight!”

The little demoness sneered and said: “You’re funny. You just finished the Heavenly Dao baptism, and you want to challenge someone whose cultivation you say was abolished. Who is the real coward?”

Mo Liu Su chimed in with a goading tone as she looked at Mu Rong Ya and said: “Don’t waste words. In this world strength rules. If he is afraid, he should just say it. Don’t hide behind a woman and make everyone laugh.”

Mu Rong Ya’s aura surged again as she said: “So good at talking. Let’s see if your mouths are harder or if my fists are harder!”

Mo Liu Su shot back: “Don’t be too arrogant. This is the Jade Purity Sect. If I call the Supreme Elder, you will die here.”

Mu Rong Ya answered flatly: “Before that, I can crush you ten times over.”

“Master!” Zhou Tong suddenly took Mu Rong Ya’s arm and steadied her.

Mu Rong Ya looked at him with worry and said: “Little one… you…”

Zhou Tong met her eyes and said: “It’s time to end this. I accept the Sword Dao match.”

Tang Qi almost burst out laughing. He hadn’t expected this trash to take the bait. On the ring, blades have no eyes. Even if he “accidentally” killed him, no one could complain. This time, he would break Zhou Tong for good.

All eyes turned to the platform. Since they could not read Zhou Tong’s realm, only a duel would show it.

Mu Rong Ya did not try to stop him and only spoke with care as she said: “Be careful, little one.”

Zhou Tong nodded and said: “Don’t worry. I won’t lose.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Zhou Tong and Tang Qi faced each other on the ring. As they drew close, Tang Qi showed his true colors and said with a cold grin: “From today your era ends. I will show you the power of the number one Sword Dao genius of the younger generation.”

Zhou Tong’s lips curved, but before he could speak a bright female voice arrived on the wind as it said: “Such big words. Who dares call themselves invincible, and who dares claim never to be defeated? This miss will test you!”

Sword light burst as a girl in purple appeared before the crowd. With a sword at her waist and a heroic air, she drew gasps the moment she arrived.

Cries rose at once as people recognized her and explained to the rest: “It’s Long Ling Yun. She actually came. They say she got the Sword Saint’s legacy and has mastered it. She’s truly unfathomable!”

“I’ve heard it too,” another whispered. “People say her talent in the Sword Dao stands alone. Not just her peers—even older powerhouses can’t beat her. If these three compare swords, who wins is hard to say.”

Long Ling Yun stepped onto the ring ahead of them and faced Zhou Tong and Tang Qi as she said: “Are you two supposed to be strong? My hands are itching. One by one or together, I’ll keep you company.”

Interest spiked across the stands. This girl was confident, which meant her strength was real.

Tang Qi took a graceful step forward and said: “Let me go first. After I finish with you, I’ll deal with him.”

Long Ling Yun arched a brow and asked: “You think you can beat me?”

Tang Qi replied: “I don’t think I will lose. If I win, you must promise me one condition: join the Jade Purity Sect.”

Long Ling Yun laughed and said: “Deal. I only hope you don’t lose too badly.” Her brows held a belief that she could not be matched.

Zhou Tong had already stepped off the platform. He frowned as a sense of familiarity rose from her sword intent. [Sword Saint… Sword Saint… now I remember. Long Ling Yun really did receive his legacy.]

A towering figure flashed through Zhou Tong’s mind, the Sword Saint himself; in his past life, they had even crossed swords. He remembered because when Zhou Tong was already near enlightenment, the Sword Saint had held out for a full three moves before losing.