Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens – Ch. 739

Unknown Young Hero

“Seven days ago, some guy killed West’s Chu Kuang.”

“Some mystery man also whooped East’s Dong Hua three days later. Someone threw South’s Shu Da down Stargazing Hall last night, leaving the man with serious injuries. Apparently, all of them turned over a new leaf after getting stomped. Everyone is now just waiting for North’s Huai Li to have his socks knocked off.”

“Guess whoever it was is the new dark horse.”

“Nah, the rankings haven’t even budged. It would be more reasonable to think it’s someone ranked ahead of them and has grown sick of their pompous attitudes.”

“Damn, they must be among the top twenty-nine if they can whack Huai Li, who’s in rank thirty.”

Prior to Huai Li’s rise to prominence, North Darkness Sect was fairly unknown because their former patriarch, Daoist Wen Yang, was a mere Body Severing Realm Fifth Layer cultivator.

Huai Li, the new patriarch and tyrant of North Darkness Sect, lazed in the golden and nephrite patriarch seat in the sect’s conference chamber, arms hugging a maiden sprawled out on his thigh. Over a dozen of the sect elders, including their former patriarch, Daoist Wen Yang, prostrated themselves on the ground.

“Chu Kuang is dead. Ren Hua and Shu Da are all out of commission?”

“Yes, Patriarch,” replied Daoist Wen Yang, voice quavering as he inwardly prayed Mu Yu would come to their rescue.

Huai Li pushed the maiden off him and meandered down to Daoist Wen Yang. “You sound… happy?”

“You speak in jest, Patriarch. Wen Yang dares not harbour treasonous ideas.”

“Raise your head.”

Huai Li pressed his toes up to the chin of Daoist Wen Yang’s trembling chin and cracked a smirk. “You think I don’t know what you’re thinking? Unfortunately for you, I’m in a different league to those three punching bags. If he rocks up, I’ll send him off in pieces. If you don’t want to join him, I recommend you obey me.”

“Wen Yang would never think of betraying you, Patriarch.”

“You don’t have what it takes to usurp me. You’re always going to be grovelling at my feet, hahaha,” ridiculed Huai Li, booting Daoist Wen Yang hard enough for the latter to roll backward and winding him.

“Beasts in human skin are still beasts, huh?”

Unlike everyone who turned to the entrance brimming with hope, Huai Li shot his wrathful eyes over and flaunted his Body Synthesis Realm Sixth Layer qi.

“You’re the one playing hero?”

“Hero? No, I’m just here to purge.”

“Bahaha, is that the new hip way of saying, ‘I’m looking to have my death wish granted?’” snapped Huai Li, blasting his entire toward Mu Yu.

“How banal,” remarked Mu Yu, generating violent gales throughout the chamber,

Mu Yu’s ocean wave burst lightning fast from his soul item and then vanished in the next blink. After the second blink, Huai Li was still on the ground.

“You can all get up now,” Mu Yu prompted.

The elders rose to their feet, with Daoist Wen Yang inquired, “Ar-are you the nameless young hero punishing evil?”

“Is that what they call me? Haha.”

Hearing Huai Li’s faint breaths, Daoist Wen Yang asked, “Sir, Huai L-”

“He’s not dead yet; I won’t kill him.”

“Sir, if you do not kill him, we and many others will be ending-”

Huai Li crawled to his feet without as much as bruise on him and dusted himself off. The elders couldn’t believe he could get up unscathed after the attack. Daoist Wen Yang lowered his head as Huai Li sauntered over, afraid he would meet his end.

“Huai Li is at your service, Master!” Huai Li suddenly kowtowed and conveyed.

Daoist Wen Yang’s mind blanked out for several seconds. Regathering himself, he turned to Mu Yu, stuttering, “S-Sir, h-he…”

“Sikong Qiwen cast some spell on everyone who went to Clearwater City, resulting in the drastic change to their personalities. All I did was cast another skill to overpower Sikong Qiwen’s to restore his mind. The consequence of my skill is that he will lose the ability to self-regulate. Fundamentally, he’s a lifeless corpse. He will be at your beck and call from now, so don’t worry.”

“H-he will take orders from me?” stuttered Daoist Wen Yang, musing, God forbid I ever try to command him. What if he turns back one day and decides to get even?!

 

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