Gu Tianxing knew where the Guixu World was, so under his guidance, the Eternal Ages vessel quickly reached its destination from the vast universe.
“Such powerful sword qi.”
Before even entering this plane, Jun Changxiao could already feel the rich sword momentum. His heart held a few more points of admiration for Sword Saint Guixu.
Especially thinking about his disciple Zhou Hong who had followed him in cultivation for two years now—he wondered what achievements he had made?
“Whoosh!”
The Eternal Ages vessel pierced through the spatial barrier and merged into the Guixu World.
This plane, perhaps because the Sword Saint lived in seclusion here, had relatively thin heavenly and earthly attributes, but the sword qi and sword intent were extremely strong, making it a sacred land for sword cultivators.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The Eternal Ages vessel landed smoothly.
However, just as Jun Changxiao and the others walked out from the cabin door, thousands of sword cultivators had already gathered around them. From the sword momentum they emanated, they clearly did not welcome them.
“Everyone.”
Gu Tianxing cupped his hands and said, “I am Gu Tianxing, Alliance Leader of the Heaven-Crossing World’s Star Sea Alliance. Today I’ve come specially to visit Senior Sword Saint!”
“Hahaha!”
At this moment, a hearty laugh came.
A middle-aged man resembling a Confucian scholar walked over, stroking his goatee with one hand, laughing and saying, “What wind blew Alliance Leader Gu here?”
This person emanated a thick aura throughout his body. At a glance, he was not a simple person.
“Pei Song?”
Gu Tianxing said quite surprised, “Why are you in the Guixu World?”
“Thanks to Senior Sword Saint Guixu looking favorably upon me.” The middle-aged man called Pei Song smiled and said, “I was hired as a Sword Alliance Elder.”
“…”
Only then did Gu Tianxing remember that Sword Saint Guixu had created the Sword Alliance and had recently lost to the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s subordinate, Jialuo King.
This is bad.
Recruitment is hopeless!
If Sword Guixu hadn’t joined an organization, there might still be a glimmer of hope. Now there was no hope at all.
“This is?”
Pei Song looked toward Jun Changxiao.
Because they knew each other, his words were relatively warm.
The Sword Alliance disciples restrained their sword qi, and the atmosphere gradually eased.
“Eternal Ages…”
Gu Tianxing was about to introduce him when Jun Changxiao interrupted, “Jun Alliance Leader, Jun Changxiao!”
This visit to Sword Saint Guixu wasn’t in the capacity of Sect Master, but as Alliance Leader. Although both were similar, there was still a distinction.
“Jun Alliance?”
Pei Song seemed to understand something as he looked at Gu Tianxing and said, “You’re here to recruit Senior Sword Saint?”
“Not so.” Jun Changxiao said, “This seat’s disciple has entered Senior Sword Saint’s tutelage. I’m mainly here to pay a visit.”
“Oh?”
Pei Song said in surprise, “You’re the Eternal Ages Sect Master?”
Senior Sword Saint’s newly accepted disciple Zhou Hong came from a sect called the Eternal Ages Sect. He had heard about this long ago.
“Indeed.”
Jun Changxiao’s words and actions were quite irritating.
“My apologies.”
Pei Song said, “Senior Sword Saint is currently in seclusion. All of you should come back another day.”
Hearing this, Gu Tianxing muttered in his heart, “Could it be that from the battle with the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s subordinate, Senior Sword Saint was injured?”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Just then, the heavens twisted and martial artists flew in one after another.
From their attire, they were clearly members of the Night King Alliance.
“…”
Pei Song’s expression turned ugly.
Although the Guixu World wasn’t some great world, it still had Senior Sword Saint presiding over it. How could others just casually enter!
“Alliance Leader Gu!”
Pei Song said with a stern face, “Your people?”
“Don’t know them.” Gu Tianxing said.
He didn’t recognize them, but Jun Changxiao naturally did, thinking darkly, “Why have people from the Night King Alliance appeared again!”
“As expected!”
Among the group of martial artists who appeared, a gray-haired elder locked onto the Eternal Ages vessel, his gaze cold and sharp as he said, “This boy has a relationship with Sword Saint Guixu!”
“Sword Guixu!”
“You’re being somewhat dishonest!”
“…”
Jun Changxiao immediately realized that the Night King Alliance truly had tied him together with Sword Saint Guixu. He angrily rebuked, “Senior Sword Saint’s pure cultivation grounds—you lot must not bark wildly like dogs!”
Barking wildly like dogs.
Meaning to howl madly like dogs.
Hearing this, the gray-haired elder was furious beyond measure and said, “My Night King respects Sword Saint Guixu by calling him ‘Senior,’ yet your people have kidnapped members of my alliance. Is this what a great man does?”
“Bullshit!”
Jun Changxiao roared, “You attacked this seat first. Don’t slander with false accusations!”
“…”
Gu Tianxing collapsed internally, thinking, “Why is he shouting so loudly! Can’t his attitude be a bit better?”
“Boy.”
The Night King Alliance powerhouse said coldly, “It’s not your turn to speak here. Quickly have Sword Guixu come out. This old man wants to reason with him.”
“My sincere apologies.”
Pei Song said, “Senior Sword Saint is currently in seclusion and it’s inconvenient to receive guests. All of you please leave the Guixu World quickly.”
He was considered to have a relatively good temper. If it were someone with a bad temper, they definitely couldn’t tolerate others shouting loudly here, especially that Eternal Ages Sect Master whose voice was like having an amplifier installed.
“So you’re saying.”
The Night King Alliance powerhouse said coldly, “Sword Guixu is going to unreasonably protect his subordinates?”
Damn!
Calling who unreasonable?
Pei Song looked relatively mild, but that didn’t mean he had no temper. Pointing at that Night King Alliance powerhouse, he said, “Please watch your manner of speaking.”
“This old man most hates being pointed at.”
“I’m pointing at you. So what?”
“Come up here!”
“Come down here!”
Both men lost their tempers, their faces and noses almost colliding.
“Both of you calm down!”
“Everyone is a martial dao person. We all see each other often. There’s no need to make things so ugly.”
“Endure for a moment and the winds will calm and waves will still. Take a step back and the seas will widen and skies will open!”
Jun Changxiao pulled the Night King Alliance powerhouse one moment, pulled the Sword Alliance Elder the next, going back and forth like this until he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
“No, wait!”
The System collapsed, saying, “This matter started because of him. How did he end up mediating the fight!”
“Hmph.”
The Night King Alliance powerhouse suppressed his anger, waving his sleeve and saying, “This old man didn’t come here to quarrel. Quickly call out Sword Saint Guixu.”
“I already said Senior Sword Saint is in seclusion.” Pei Song said coolly, “All of you come back another day.”
“In this old man’s view, he knows he’s in the wrong and has no face to come out and see people, right?” The Night King Alliance member said indifferently.
“Old geezer!”
Pei Song raised his hand again, his Confucian scholar demeanor replaced by a street tough manner as he said through gritted teeth, “Watch your words!”
“Both of you don’t get excited!”
Jun Changxiao came over to mediate again, clearly becoming a professional good-hearted mediator. Little did anyone know that the two sides developing to this point wasn’t it all because of him?
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Just then, the heavens suddenly shattered, and gales from the depths of the universe howled forth. The scene presented was like the apocalypse descending.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Streams of light flew in at extreme speed.
The Night King Alliance powerhouse and Pei Song, who were about to fight, stopped and looked up with grave gazes.
At this moment, dozens of massive warships floated in the Guixu World’s heavens.
Jun Changxiao’s gaze was serious.
From the warships’ forms, he immediately recognized them as undoubtedly the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s fleet, but judging from their size and the energy radiance they emitted, they seemed far more advanced than the ones he had seized.
“This one is the Blade Edge Fleet Commander under Lord Heavenly Demon Emperor, here under orders to eliminate the Eternal Ages Sect Master.” A voice came from within the main warship.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
At the same time, the bottom hatches of dozens of warships opened.
Various fancy devices protruded out and began gathering special energy radiance.
“Hmm?”
“Night King Alliance people are here too?”
“Perfect. We’ll just eliminate you all together while we’re at it.”
Boom boom boom!
As soon as the words fell, the cannon-like devices at the bottom hatches of dozens of warships instantly fired in unison. Nuclear bomb-like streams of light immediately flew forth, the trailing light sketching out an extremely beautiful scene.
“Not good!”
Jun Changxiao and Gu Tianxing’s faces changed drastically.
“Crack crack crack!”
Ye Xingchen, Xiao Zuiji, and the others all activated their text special effects, protecting themselves in front of the Sect Master. But in their hearts, they were all clearer than anyone that the enemy had attacked suddenly with overwhelming firepower. This time, perhaps…
“This is this old man’s territory.”
“You lot must not be presumptuous.”
Suddenly, words sharp enough to slice through the heavens came from behind.
Everyone couldn’t turn their heads in time before they saw visible sword momentum ripples instantly spreading across the entire plane.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
In an instant, the cannonballs pressing down from the heavens were all sliced into fragments, producing a chain of massive explosions that made everyone’s eardrums buzz loudly.
“Damn!”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened.
Just then, gentle breezes blew over, forcing him to turn his head stiffly.
“Step.”
“Step.”
A plain and simple old man slowly walked over from the crowd, as if he had a slow-motion attribute.
He planted his sword on the ground, stopping in front of everyone. His faded cape fluttered randomly. Vaguely, one could see two characters inscribed on it—Sword Saint!
His back.
Deeply shocked Jun Changxiao.
If he had to describe this moment’s aura, it was like Whitebeard during the Summit War.
The difference was one stood with sword horizontal, the other stood with sword vertical; one was extraordinarily burly, the other looked frail and weak.
Jun Changxiao thought darkly, “This thigh, I’m latching onto it!”
“He~tui!”
The System spat out a gob of phlegm, satisfying both itself and the readers.