Chapter 107: Witness of the Era (4) |
The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land received an uninvited guest.
"Nameless swordsman, come to challenge the younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land!"
Outside the sacred land's gates stood a youth mounted on a white horse. In his arms lay a small white-furred cat, its fur soft and pristine. His fingers gently stroked the cat's back while his gaze remained calm and undisturbed. Surrounded by disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, he showed not the slightest trace of fear.
"Who… are you, sir?"
Su Chen's words drew the attention of an outer sect elder. Though the young man dressed plainly, the bearing he exuded was clearly not something any ordinary sect could cultivate.
Su Chen did not raise his eyes. He spoke softly.
"I have heard that the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land stands as the foremost sword path in the Southern Barbarian Lands. I happen to understand a little about the sword as well, so I came specially to pay my respects. I hope there is someone here worthy of drawing my blade."
The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land immediately understood his intent. He had come to kick down their gates. As disciples of a sacred land, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?
"What are you, some nobody, daring to spout such arrogant nonsense and challenge the younger generation of our Heavenly Sword Sacred Land? Let me, Yan Shun, teach you the difference between us!"
Su Chen did not even glance at him.
Suddenly, the young man froze in place, rooted like a statue.
Without him realizing, every thread of his clothing had been sliced into ragged strips by invisible sword qi. Cool air pressed against his bare skin. When awareness finally dawned, cold sweat poured down his face. Terror filled his eyes.
The entire scene fell deathly silent. Even the outer sect elder had not seen clearly what method the youth had used. But they all understood one thing: if this young man wished to kill Yan Shun, it would take only a single thought.
Yan Shun was the top outer disciple—the one with the greatest hope of entering the inner sect. Just who was this young man?
In that moment, they realized… perhaps his declaration of challenging the entire younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land had not been a joke.
"Too weak. If this is the level of your Heavenly Sword Sacred Land's disciples, I am truly disappointed."
Su Chen continued stroking Hu Miaomiao's fur as though defeating Yan Shun had been less interesting to him than petting a cat. Such blatant contempt—refusing to place the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land in his eyes—ignited fury among the crowd.
Arrogant… far too arrogant! When had the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land ever endured such an insult?
Several elders burned with rage.
"Take him down together! No matter what power stands behind this insolent brat, daring to humiliate our Heavenly Sword Sacred Land—he must pay the price!"
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The elders keenly sensed the newcomer came with ill intent. They decided to strike first and end this farce before it escalated.
But the moment they moved, the white horse beneath Su Chen suddenly erupted with terrifying pressure. Its golden pupils shattered like fractured glass. The elders who had just begun to act were instantly slammed to the ground, pinned by the overwhelming aura and unable to move. Even Hu Miaomiao in Su Chen's arms trembled in fear. He gently soothed her with a hand.
"Draconic… draconic might… that is the legendary dragon-horse bloodline!"
"That terrifying aura… I've only ever felt it from the Venerable elders in the inner sect… "
"The white horse beneath that youth is actually a Nirvana realm demon venerable!"
"…"
Shock rippled through the crowd.
Su Chen gazed at the immobilized elders with faint disappointment. He spoke calmly.
"Is this the bearing of your Heavenly Sword Sacred Land? Truly disappointing. Bullying the few with numbers, and unable to accept defeat?"
The elders who had tried to gang up on him flushed crimson—furious and humiliated in equal measure.
Just then, a brilliant streak of light appeared. It coalesced into the figure of a young man who spoke coldly.
"Enough. You came to challenge the younger generation of my Heavenly Sword Sacred Land—then challenge them properly. Why go so far as to humiliate them like this?"
Su Chen gave a half-smile, half-sneer.
"Finally, someone decent has shown up."
The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land brightened at the sight of the newcomer.
"It's Senior Brother Song… one of the young kings! He ranks eighteenth on the Southern Barbarian Lands Prodigy List—a supreme genius! With Senior Brother Song here, this arrogant fool is finished!"
Song Quan's gaze locked coldly on Su Chen.
"You want a fight? Then, Song Quan will oblige. Let's see exactly how much weight you carry, daring to run wild at the gates of my Heavenly Sword Sacred Land!"
Song Quan struck first.
Ancient runes rose along the blade of his sword. He unleashed a single, merciless slash aimed straight at Su Chen—holding nothing back. If the strike landed unopposed, it would kill him instantly.
Facing the blow, Su Chen merely extended a single finger. He didn't even need two.
Terrifying sword intent coiled around the digit, sharp enough to sever anything in existence. The space before him rippled like water disturbed by a stone. That one finger transformed into an indestructible sword beam.
Song Quan's full-power strike collided with it—and shattered like an egg against a boulder.
The scene left Song Quan wide-eyed, his expression one of utter disbelief. The technique he prided himself on had been broken so effortlessly. As sword qi raged around him, he stood dazed for a long moment—until the chill wind against his skin finally snapped him back to reality.
"I… lost…"
Song Quan's voice was hollow. His eyes were vacant. The unshakable faith he held in his sword path had cracked.
The defeat of Song Quan sent shockwaves through the entire Heavenly Sword Sacred Land.
A true disciple—defeated. And not just defeated—humiliated at the very gates of the sect, unable to withstand even a single move.
This was an unbearable disgrace. If word of this spread, the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land would become the laughingstock of the five domains.
"Summon everyone! Gather all the younger generation disciples! We must win this match—no matter what methods we use. The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land cannot afford to lose!"
The Sacred Lord of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land issued the command without hesitation.
One after another, disciples rushed toward the battlefield.
"Insolent fool! I will fight you!"
"Don't blame my sword for being merciless!"
"I… perhaps Senior Brother Cheng should go first?"
"…"
Every true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land stepped forward—without exception, they all fell to Su Chen.
In the end, not a single one dared challenge him again. No one could block even one of his moves.
Watching friend after friend—enemy after enemy—fall before Su Chen without lasting a single exchange, they wavered. They retreated.
For a young, hot-blooded sword cultivator, hesitation and fear meant the sword path was no longer flawless. They would never be free of this nightmare until they defeated the demon in their hearts.
The sacred land's higher powers sensed the danger. If the younger generation was crushed by a single man using only the sword… what kind of joke would the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land become?
"Wunian still hasn't come out of seclusion?"
The Sacred Lord frowned. The moment the thought crossed his mind, a resonant chorus of sword cries suddenly erupted throughout the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land.