Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
This wasnât enough. Great amounts of flames surged from Jiang Chenâs
Redcloud Sword, tumbling along the blade.
âWhat is that?!â
Most people didnât know what was Fire Sword Realm, but they could tell this
wasnât simply an enchant fire.
âFire Sword Realm! He is an inheritor of sword doctrine. And he knows the
force of lore!â
Cheng Luâs reaction was almost the same as Song Zheâs.
What was different was she had a crush on Jiang Chen as soon as she was
convinced. She felt dizzy.
âCome!â
Jiang Chen raised his right arm, too. The black knife came back into his hand
from Yi Chen.
A knife and a sword  a quite confusing combination.
However, when he had exerted the Wind Sword Realm, everyone on the
scene went crazy.
âWind and Fire Swords Wheel!â
It only took him two seconds. When the momentum of the sword had been
completely exerted, he dashed into the air.
The Spiritual Venerable had been full of confidence with the aid of the
formation, but before Jiang Chen, he started to hesitate.
However, the arrow had already been set on the bowstring. There was no
turning back.
Iâm under the protection of the tactical formation. Iâll be fine even if Iâm at a
disadvantage. By comparison, he will be heavily injured by the recoil.
At this thought, the Spiritual Venerable went all-out.
The formation was like a fire with gasoline poured on. Its power soared
multiple times.
The two rivals bumped together before others had the time to exclaim or sigh
for anything.
The expected disturbance didnât happen.
Jiang Chenâs use of sword and knife was too skillful to be predicted. They
didnât only resist the formation, but also launched attacks to every part of the
formation.
Soon, same as the defending formation of the Ancient Sword Sect, the
formation stopped and started to shake violently.
In the end, it collapsed with a bang. Everyone in the formation was heavily
injured, including the Spiritual Venerable.
âThe Sword Method of Ksana: the second movement!â
Jiang Chen didnât say any unnecessary things. He put the knife and the swordn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
back into the sheath and drew them out again. Then he disappeared.
No one could see where he was. They only saw the sword and the knife were
quickly brandished around the Spiritual Venerable.
When they finally stopped, the Spiritual Venerable was already very weak. He
was dying.
âPowerful.â
A Spiritual Venerable, who the people from desolate lands should hold
respect for, was killed so easily. Even the defending formation didnât save him.
âRetreat!â
The azure-clothed man, who had been hit off the ground, came back, but it
was an unexpected result that was awaiting him. Scared out of wits, he was
going to leave right away.
âYou wanna go?â
Despite the thousands of miles between them, Jiang Chen came up to him
with a slight jump.
âStay here!â
He threw the knife and the sword over together. The azure-clothed man didnât
die, but neither could he fight back.
As to the other people of the Blood Moon Wilderness, Jiang Chen didnât try to
stop them from fleeing.
He took the azure-clothed man back to the Heavenly Mountain Platform. The
other people went back there, too.
Song Zhe tried to escape when everyone was paying attention to Jiang Chen.
âWhere are you going, Apprentice Brother Song?â Yi Chen found him right
away. Her admiration for him had been gone. By then she only felt disdainful
for him.
Her word brought peopleâs attention to Song Zhe.
Song Zhe threw her a glance with hatred. He crawled up to the Mistress of the
Ancient Sword Sect and kept kowtowing to her.
âMaster, I was just being stupid. Please let me off.â
âThen why didnât you let off Yan Xu?â
The Mistress said.
Although she sounded helpless and pitiful, Apprentice Brother Song didnât
realize he wouldnât be forgiven.
Yan Xu was the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect he killed.
âYou behaved even worse than me. How dare you judge me? If you were me,
you would have behaved worse!â Song Zhe shrieked, noticing othersâ looks.
âPeople will usually pluck up their courage when they are in fear, but you
didnât.â
Jiang Chen flicked his fingers. The energy of the sword went into Song Zheâs
body.
Like a flat tire, Song Zheâs strength kept flowing away.
âMistress, this is your disciple. Iâll leave him to you.â Jiang Chen didnât want to
get his hands dirty.
âThank you.â
The Mistress nodded gratefully.
He didnât only save the Ancient Sword Sectâs face, but also resolved their
crisis.
âRidiculous. How ridiculous. You think this is over?â the azure-clothed man
suddenly said loudly.
What he had said put the people there pale. Not until then did they think about
those who had fled away. They must have gone back to report the news.
âYouâre great. I admit. No Spiritual Venerable, except some rare genius, will be
your rival. However, you cannot deny that even an average Celestial
Venerable can kill you easily,â the azure-clothed man said.
Those who could achieve Celestial Venerable couldnât be average people.
The azure-clothed man was referring to those who were relatively average
compared to other Celestial Venrables.
For example, if Jiang Chen was a Celestial Venerable, most of the Celestial
Venerables would be average compared to him.
âYou are right.â
Jiang Chen admitted.
It was thanks to many coincidences and calculations that he managed to kill
Feng Bujue. He would have died if anything had gone wrong.
And his victory also came from Feng Bujueâs tendency to take him lightly.
Most importantly, he didnât have the eight groups of spiritual beings with him
at the moment. He probably would have been killed by Celestial Venerables
before he could incite the attack of thunders.
âWhat if I tell you the Blood Moon Wilderness has three Celestial
Venerables?â the azure-clothed man said.
The people there, who had finally felt relieved, felt uneasy again.
The azure-clothed man went on, as if he didnât think it enough, âYou killed one
of our Spiritual Venerables, and weâll kill all of the folks living on this desolate
land!â
Those on the Heavenly Mountain Platform apparently didnât want that to
happen.
âI want to say something before you start to talk nonsenses. I can kill you
now.â
The same type of things had happened too many times. Jiang Chen knew
these people would antagonize him and put the blame on him right away.
So, he spoke first to shut them up.
Thinking of Jiang Chenâs performance, these people didnât have the nerve to
piss him off.
âGo. Leave the small desolate land for the moment. Donât come back until this
is over,â the Mistress said.
As the dominating power of this desolate land, the Ancient Sword Sect was
what the Blood Moon Wilderness had made up their mind to eliminate.
âCould he be lying? The Blood Moon Wilderness isnât a big desolate land.
How come they have three Celestial Venerables?â someone questioned.
Generally speaking, small desolate lands had equal strengths.
They only had one Spiritual Venerable, namely, the Mistress of the Ancient
Sword Sect. How could the Blood Moon Wilderness have so many
Venerables? That was quite impossible.
âHahaha. Believe it or not. Anyway, youâll know what desperation feels like
before dusk.â
âIâll put you desperate first. Donât worry about it,â Jiang Chen said.
âWhat are you gonna do to me?â the azure-clothed man said aggressively.
He didnât believe a youngster like Jiang Chen knew any way to torture him.
Even if Jiang Chen wanted to kill him, he could do nothing to stop it from
happening. So, he wouldnât beg for Jiang Chenâs mercy anyway.
He was cruel to others as well as to himself.
Seeing him resolute to die, Jiang Chen showed a cold smile. A long silver
needle appeared in his hand.
âAs long as I prick three needles like this into your head, youâll become a
moron and answer whatever I ask you. And youâll never be normal again.â
âIf itâs so wonderful, what are you waiting for?â The azure-clothed man didnât
believe him right away.
âThe thing is, if I do that, youâll be quite dull, and Iâll have to ask you many
times to get the answer I want.â
Jiang Chen said slowly, âBut since youâre so stubborn, I have to do it.â
Then Jiang Chen pricked a needle into the top of the azure-clothed manâs
skull. He didnât stop until half of the needle had been inside the latterâs head. It
was a terrible thing to watch.