Legend of Swordsman

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

That was the potent origin source cultivated by the Emperors!

“Look, they’re about to start!” exclaimed many onlookers at the periphery, unable to help but retreat millions of miles away.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at Dao Lord Wan Xing. They saw him raise his hand slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Congratulations!”

Dao Lord Wan Xing, his stern face showing a trace of a smile, clasped his fists and congratulated.

“Whew!!!”

A rapid series of relieved gasps, audible even across millions of miles, reached even Jian Wushuang’s ears.

“Let’s go!”

Many powerful beings had flushed faces from holding their breath, and surprisingly, Dao Lord Wan Xing uttered these two words in the end.

Even Leng Shuang and Dao Lord Si Tian, after holding their breath for so long, sighed in relief. If they were to fight, they truly didn’t know whom to help.

Helping Wan Xing would bring no benefits, leaving would bring no benefits either. In such high-level strife, even bystanders risked falling into a dangerous situation.

It was best to disperse.

The other Dao Lords, even if reluctant, now that Wan Xing, a half-step Emperor, had voluntarily made peace, all of them clasped their fists and congratulated Hu Qing on gaining the inheritance of the Qishen Temple.

“Ji Chaoyang,” who had been observing from afar, seeing that no fight had broken out, flew directly over, utterly unafraid.

“Haha, I’m a bit late!”

Seeing the newcomer, everyone turned their gaze together.

For Wan Xing and the others, they knew this person. However, it was the first time Hu Qing had seen him, and a trace of curiosity flickered in his eyes when he looked at him.

Seeing that nobody was introducing him, Ji Chaoyang shamelessly cleared his throat and solemnly said, “Let me introduce myself. I am Ji Chaoyang, the first disciple of the current generation of the Ji Family Dynasty.”

“Hmph, still shameless as ever!” Dao Lord Si Tian furrowed his brow, sneering.

This Ji Chaoyang was not weak at all. Although he hadn’t reached the level of a Dao Lord, he was quite close. Moreover, this guy was skilled at picking fights. He had been pestering Dao Lord Si Tian, refusing to leave him alone, as if using him as a whetstone to sharpen his skills.

Because of this, Dao Lord Si Tian despised this person greatly.

Jian Wushuang mobilized his Thought power to observe Ji Chaoyang. A hint of amusement escaped his expression, a playful glint in his eyes as he volunteered, “I am Jian Wushuang!”

“Hu Qing!”

Ji Chaoyang never expected these two formidable individuals to be so approachable. He spoke familiarly, “Brother Hu and Brother Wushuang, your strength is truly astounding. I can’t help but admire it. I risked my life to come here and make friends with you both.”

“I see you as nothing more than a persistent nuisance, latching onto anyone you can find!” Dao Lord Si Tian sneered without reservation.

Ji Chaoyang’s expression darkened, anger rising within him. “Si Tian, what do you mean? If you disdain me, that’s one thing, but how dare you insult Brother Hu and Brother Wushuang behind their backs. Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re a Dao Lord. Together with Brother Hu and Brother Wushuang, we have more than enough to deal with the likes of you!”

Wan Xing frowned. He had wanted to inquire about the unique cultivation technique Hu Qing practiced, but this interruption left him unsure how to proceed.

Meanwhile, Dao Lord Si Tian standing nearby was so infuriated he couldn’t find words. His face turned red as he gestured at Ji Chaoyang, yet no words came out.

Jian Wushuang glanced at them all and eventually fixed his gaze on Dao Lord Si

Tian. His voice turned cold, “Fine, I’ll let this go for the sake of Brother Hu Qing. But, Si Tian, be careful with your words next time.”

His gaze, devoid of any restraint, bore into Dao Lord Si Tian, his powerful Thought power enveloping the Dao Lord.

“I see!” It all made sense now. No wonder Dao Lord Si Tian kept eyeing him. Initially, Jian Wushuang had thought the Dao Lord had a peculiar kink for short sleeves. Little did he know there was another reason entirely.

The ancient and desolate aura hung in the air, and Jian Wushuang keenly sensed the familiar presence within his opponent.

Si Tian’s face darkened at this moment. He couldn’t tell if Jian Wushuang was genuinely angry or if he had sensed something amiss. Regardless of the possibility, Si Tian didn’t want to stay here any longer.

“I’ll leave that thing with you for now, but I’ll reclaim it sooner or later!” Dao Lord Si Tian vowed silently. Even if it meant severe injury, he would take it back!

He feared that Jian Wushuang would follow Hu Qing all the time, denying him any chance. For now, he had to leave.

“I’ll take my leave, everyone!” Si Tian bid his farewell in a low voice, retreating millions of miles in an instant. Then, he burst into full speed, and his presence vanished into the void in the blink of an eye.

Xue Yue and Leng Shuang also feared that Wan Xing and Hu Qing might conspire against them. They bid their farewells and left one after another. The next time they met, it might be a fight to the death.

As these people left, Ji Chaoyang felt a bit panicked.

He glanced around, realizing that anyone on the field now could easily defeat him, especially Hu Qing, whose aura he felt to be overwhelmingly deathly silent.

Against such an opponent, he was undoubtedly doomed.

Unless he used the teleportation token given by his clan, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Wan Xing, I’m curious. Why did the Qishen Temple suddenly bestow its inheritance upon you?”

Wan Xing finally spoke. Though he knew that even if Hu Qing knew such matters, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell him. He chose his words carefully, then continued, “If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to answer.”

Hu Qing sighed lightly, his tone heavy. “It’s not that I don’t want to say. I truly don’t know why I suddenly received the Qishen Temple’s inheritance.”

Wan Xing Dao Lord nodded. Looking into Hu Qing’s eyes, he sensed that the latter didn’t seem to be lying. Of course, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that Hu Qing was skilled in deception, and a lie could slip from his lips flawlessly.

On the side, Jian Wushuang frowned. Wan Xing’s question was indeed too abrupt. If it were him, he would have drawn his sword and demanded an explanation!

With his understanding of Hu Qing, he knew his words earlier were not lies. Initially curious, now that he was aware, it satisfied his curiosity.

Jian Wushuang had now witnessed their might.

Even if his own Dao was strong, lacking supreme treasures and formidable inherited skills would severely limit his combat prowess. When Hu Qing accepted the inheritance, he was merely a half-step Dao Lord. Now, he was almost an Emperor.

He, too, was at the Nine Revolutions realm. Without cultivating profound techniques, he would be considered a Dao Lord. With his powerful Extreme

Dao, combined with profound skills, he could unleash 120 percent of his power. By then, his strength would soar, likely rivaling Hu Qing’s.

“Well then, since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first.” Dao Lord Wan Xing maintained his elegant demeanor throughout. Despite his initial inappropriate question, Jian Wushuang had gained newfound respect for him.

From the former Dao Lord Jiu Yu to the current Lord Wan Xing, Jian Wushuang had now witnessed the demeanor of the topmost experts from other worlds in the universe.

One by one, the Dao Lords left the scene, leaving only Jian Wushuang, Hu Qing, and Ji Chaoyang. Jian Wushuang turned his gaze towards Ji Chaoyang, and with a startling revelation, he said, “Brother Ji, you’ve concealed quite deeply!”

These words made Hu Qing pause, his expression freezing, and his aura skyrocketed instantly.

Ji Chaoyang’s face changed drastically, the playful expression from earlier vanished, and he hurriedly stepped back.

But where could he retreat?

The Heartsword World had silently descended, and the formidable power of heart and sword intent made Ji Chaoyang tremble in fear..