“Whoosh!”
Sword light sliced through the void, traveling through falling snow.
Jun Changxiao standing on top was a bit wobbly and crooked in his posture.
However, after gradually finding his balance point, he began to look more presentable. After all, his realm was there—his ability to learn on the spot was extremely strong.
“Can fly.”
“Can look cool.”
“This thing really is quite good!”
Jun Changxiao’s childlike enthusiasm erupted while sword-flying. Sometimes he’d stand with hands behind his back, sometimes bow at the waist, sometimes fly left, sometimes right—like performing high-altitude acrobatics.
“Fun, right?”
“Fun!”
“Can you play?”
“Can play!”
“Never played before, right?”
“Never…” Jun Changxiao hastily straightened his posture and frowned: “What are you saying? Let’s go, go!”
The System said speechlessly: “Better quickly figure out how to leave this snowy region. The Sword Control Profound Sect’s strong experts might be pursuing right now.”
“Right.”
Jun Changxiao became serious.
Casually dispatching disciples all at Lower Void-Breaking Realm—this Profound-rank sect’s upper echelon must be Middle or Upper Void-Breaking?
He wasn’t afraid with his various trump cards, but feared being delayed timewise, thus unable to complete the seemingly impossible main quest.
The ice and snow-covered area was extremely vast. Due to the harsh environment, there weren’t many villages or towns. Jun Changxiao flew for a full hour before reaching the border zone and being stopped by layers of materialized barriers.
“The Sword Control Profound Sect’s territory is truly vast!”
“According to preliminary calculations, the Upper Realm’s area is at least a hundred times larger than the Meteor Star Continent.”
“Interesting!”
Jun Changxiao’s gaze burned hot.
The bigger the Upper Realm, the more people and experts.
Bringing Ten Thousand Ancient Sect up and developing it into the strongest would definitely be more fulfilling!
People.
All have ambition.
Coming to a completely new plane, experiencing completely new attributes, naturally generated new pursuits—though it might just be an impulsive random thought.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao widened his eyeballs, releasing spiritual sense to fuse into the obstructing formation barrier, beginning to attempt breaking it using the Formation Breaking Chapter of the Strange Gate Armor Evasion.
The System wanted to speak.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, the formation barrier existing around them dissipated.
“…”
The System almost couldn’t help but curse.
Before, words just spoken led to instant face-slapping. Now words not yet spoken got preemptive face-slapping!
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “I originally thought Upper Realm formations would be amazing, but looking at it now, their strength isn’t even half of Starry Fortress.”
Nonsense.
The Fortress defense system was installed by the Realm Hall. Though from ages past, its scale and strength could crush Profound-rank sects even in the Upper Realm.
“Running, running.”
Jun Changxiao was about to operate the flying sword to depart.
Suddenly his expression changed drastically as he hastily dodged left.
“Whoosh—”
He only saw a sword light seemingly soundlessly slice past his neck. If his reaction had been any slower, his head would definitely have fallen!
“Swoosh!”
Just then, faint wind-breaking sounds transmitted from behind as more sword lights pressed over. Jun Changxiao dodged left and right until completely avoiding them all, then fell awkwardly to the ground.
“No wonder you could injure my sect brothers—turns out you do have some ability.” A cold, arrogant voice came over.
Jun Changxiao looked up and saw dozens of zhang away, a flying sword enveloped in five-colored radiance was suspended. Standing on it was a cold, arrogant man appearing around twenty or thirty years old. Before him floated an open exquisite jade case with six small sword slots inside.
If Upper Realm warriors were present, they’d immediately recognize this as Sword Control Profound Sect’s Inner Gate Chief Senior Disciple Lin Lang. Because he always carried a case containing six swords, he was also called Six Sword Gentleman.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The six sword lights that failed to hit traced arcs back, transforming into miniature form and settling into the six sword slots.
“Holy crap!”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes were completely opened.
Playing with swords could produce this kind of trick—truly impressive!
“Trespassing into my Sword Control Profound Sect’s territory, severely injuring my Sword Control Profound Sect disciples, now breaking formation barriers—do you think you can still leave, sir?” Lin Lang said coolly.
This person’s tone was cold and arrogant, his temperament also very arrogant.
Understandable, since as Inner Gate Chief Senior Disciple, his strength had already reached Middle Void-Breaking Realm.
Of course, Jun Changxiao absolutely wouldn’t believe this person and the twenty Sword Control Profound Sect disciples he’d fought earlier were really superficially in their twenties or thirties. Their actual ages were probably at least three to five hundred years as a baseline.
“No.”
The System said: “At most a hundred years old.”
“…”
The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.
Breaking through to Middle Void-Breaking Realm at a hundred years old, and in sword dao—Upper Realm people were just too monstrous.
“Compared to the host, he can only be considered a little brother.” The System said.
True.
After all, cheating his way to Middle Void-Breaking Realm, Dog Leftover only took ten years—a full ten times faster than the other guy’s hundred years.
“Even so.” Jun Changxiao said unhappily: “I’m not as pretentious as him.”
“…”
The System was truly speechless.
You who constantly extort people, constantly resist Upper Realm sanctions, and finally blew up Starry Fortress—that’s not pretentious enough?
Or is it that as long as you don’t ride on the Heavenly Emperor’s head standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun, all behavior counts as plain and simple?
“Ptui!”
The System really couldn’t tolerate this guy who acted pretentiously yet still thought himself consistently low-key.
“Sorry.”
Jun Changxiao shrugged: “If I want to leave, no one can stop me. If I don’t leave, no one can drive me away.”
Lin Lang said coolly: “Is that so?”
“Swoosh!”
His fingers lightly waved, and the six sword weapons like needles existing in the case flew out again, then flashed with sharp radiance.
“If you want to fight, come down and fight. What kind of hero hovers in the sky!” Jun Changxiao said.
“Stomp!”
Lin Lang actually did descend, saying: “Three crimes combined—today I’ll cripple both your hands and one leg.”
“You can’t.”
Jun Changxiao raised his index finger and shook it with extreme provocation.
Lin Lang’s gaze turned cold. The six sword lights suspended before the case suddenly shot forth, rapidly expanding during flight to reach normal sword weapon scale.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao again summoned the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, the blade surface hugging the snowy ground as it rushed forward. Only when the sword lights arrived did he suddenly sweep up layers of snowflakes and slash!
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
Blade and sword collided, like striking jade and knocking gold.
“Swoosh!”
After breaking through the six sword lights, Jun Changxiao somersaulted like performing opera. Finally, he slashed down with tremendous force, the blade light ripping through earth surging toward Lin Lang’s location.
“Whoosh—”
Where the blade light passed, the human figure dissipated.
“Hm?”
Jun Changxiao released spiritual sense and quickly captured that the opponent had unknowingly appeared behind him. He said in surprise: “Is this a movement technique? Or a divine ability?”
“Six Harmonies Sword!”
Lin Lang coldly shouted. Extremely powerful sword momentum instantly surged around his body. The six sword weapons that had been knocked away suddenly redirected and rapidly enlarged as they slashed over.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
Metal clashing, sparks flying.
The enlarged sword weapons carried even stronger force. Though Jun Changxiao could resist them, he still fought while retreating, inwardly thinking: “This guy’s strength far exceeds the Twelve Wardens!”
The System said: “If we compare Yin Tiger to one tiger’s strength, then this person’s strength is probably at least two tigers’ strength—after all, he has sword dao enhancement.”
“…”
After retreating dozens of steps, Jun Changxiao took advantage of before the opponent’s six swords launched a new round of attacks to put away the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and summon the Jade Dragon Heaven-Questioning Sword, saying: “I’m getting serious now!”
Lin Lang said coolly: “Your sword is garbage.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
His sword weapon might not be top-tier in the Lower Realm, but it could be considered outstanding. Yet in this person’s eyes it was actually garbage.
“Normal.”
The System said: “Except for the Dominating Heaven Spear, Xuanyuan Divine Armor, Great Sage Set, and Uncollectable Blade—these equipments the host spent massive contribution points to purchase—everything else placed in the Upper Realm is basically equivalent to street stall goods.”
“So.”
Jun Changxiao thought internally: “Coming here, not only do I need to select a feng shui treasure land for placing the sect, I also need to find some high-grade equipment. Otherwise how can I get by in the future?”
“Changing ‘find’ to ‘rob’ would be more appropriate.” The System said.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao charged forward holding his sword, saying coldly: “The dao of the sword doesn’t compare sword weapons—it compares sword heart!”
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
The air suddenly trembled slightly. Pebbles, tree branches and other objects covered by heavy snow all flew out on their own, then transformed into sword light shapes and flew over, then followed behind him like a whirlpool.
Lin Lang’s expression changed drastically.
Jun Changxiao’s sword intent flashing in his eyes, the sword momentum releasing from his body, and the sword techniques he displayed—all completely surpassed his own!
He! Definitely wasn’t from the Blade Wielding Profound Sect!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Just then, the myriad sword lights gathered behind Jun Changxiao instantly combined, transforming into a giant sword in thrusting form. The powerful sword momentum it erupted swept away layers of thick snow, rolling up earth frozen three feet deep, leaving behind deep, long ravines!
“Boom!”
An explosive sound resonated through the clear, cold firmament.
The giant sword tip gathered by Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin directly stabbed into the defensive barrier Lin Lang hastily arranged, then gradually showed cracks until it completely shattered with a “bang”!
“Thud thud thud!”
This Sword Control Profound Sect Chief Senior Disciple staggered back dozens of steps, his complexion extremely pale. Finally unable to suppress it, he spat blood.
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
The six flying swords seemed to have their connection with their master severed, all dimming and piercing into the ground.
“Honestly.”
Jun Changxiao walked over, shaking his head: “You’re too weak.”
“Swoosh!”
With a wave of his hand, he collected the six sword weapons into his spatial ring and said arrogantly: “When you have a deeper understanding of sword dao someday, come to Ten Thousand Ancient Sect to reclaim your weapons from this seat.”
“You…”
“Whoosh—”
Jun Changxiao stepped on a flying sword and dashingly departed.
“Pah!”
Witnessing the six-case treasure swords that had followed him for decades just get robbed like that, Lin Lang again couldn’t suppress the boiling blood in his body!
Injuring people, robbing weapons, immediately fleeing.
Does this require face!
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