Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 259: The Legend of Great Saber Sect Wang the Fifth

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: The Legend of Great Saber Sect Wang the Fifth

Not far from Yang Zhong, on a Blood Tree, there was another young figure standing upon the trunk. He was dressed in black samurai gear, with a Black Iron Greatsword strapped to his back. Staring in the direction where Shi Feng had departed, his face was filled with ferocity, and his eyes brimmed with murderous light, radiating hatred. Then, he glanced at his left wrist, which was now empty and void of the hand that once was there.

Yang Zhong had long since noticed the existence of that young Martial Artist. When he turned to look at the young Martial Artist, the latter was also looking back at him. Instantly, both of their figures flashed and disappeared from the spot.

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Within the Blood-colored Forest on Blood-colored Peak, Martial Artists kept plummeting into the trees like dumplings hitting boiling water, scattering throughout the mountain’s expanse. Those who entered the Blood-colored Peak found the same thing happening—regardless of their former Martial Arts Cultivation Level, anyone who entered this forest became a One-star Martial Master, and more and more martial artists of the Martial Master Realm began to appear.

Not only Martial Artists but demon beasts as well noticed the change. Flying Demon Beasts, with wings designed for the sky, now found their wings as if crippled, losing the ability to fly.

In the Blood-colored Forest, at the moment there was both joy and animosity. Some Martial Artists discovered that a former love rival who had snatched away the woman they loved—a person whom they could only harbor grudges against in their hearts due to the disparity in strength—was now just a One-star Martial Master too. Thus, with faces twisted in rage, they took to killing.

Others found that someone who once was belittled and tormented by them, someone they didn’t think much of, had banded together with their companions like beasts, baring their vicious fangs and attacking them.

In Tianheng Continent, a world where Martial Arts reigned supreme and peace was not the norm, naturally, hatred abounded.

Struggles for survival increasingly played out on this mountain peak.

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This peak, devoid of living beings for who knows how many years, was overgrown with vegetation, lacking any path to the summit. And Shi Feng, at this moment, was making his way to the mountain top, brandishing the Bloodthirsty Sword to clear a path through the dense thicket.

Similarly trying to forge a path through the Blood-colored Peak were many others.

The Martial Artists who came to this forest had one main goal—to head to the mountain top and investigate the mysterious Blood-colored Stone Stele.

However, now there were many who met with unexpected circumstances. They had originally come following the Blood-colored Stone Stele, hoping to obtain a Heavenly Earth Strange Treasure or a Supreme Technique. But when they entered this Blood-colored Forest, they found themselves, and indeed all people, reduced to the Realm of a One-star Martial Master.

So some people’s eyes immediately brightened, meaning that all talents and geniuses were now irrelevant within this forest. Everyone was a One-star Junior Martial Master, all of the same realm, and it was at this moment that the advantage of numbers was fully manifested.

All Heavenly Earth Strange Treasures and Supreme Techniques were but illusory, no longer existing, but for those former geniuses, the disciples of the great sects, many had been seen arriving at this Blood-colored Peak. For some Martial Artists, this was the true treasure, a living treasure. To kill a disciple of a great sect was to reap unimaginable rewards.

The Great Saber Sect was just such a group, led by their imposing bald leader, Wang the Fifth. Initially frightened by a pointing gesture from Cui Jian towards Shi Feng’s right hand, Wang the Fifth had turned tail and fled into the distance. However, after covering some ground, he realized that Shi Feng and Cui Jian were no longer in pursuit and not following him, so he doubled back.

The Great Saber Sect was a minor sect located not far from the outskirts of Frost City. Thus, many Martial Artists from the sect had followed Wang the Fifth to the vicinity of Frost City, sucked into this Blood-colored Space along with him. Although entering the Blood-colored Space had resulted in many casualties, there were still over thirty sect members who had entered this blood-colored forest, now committing atrocities under Wang the Fifth’s lead. Any Martial Artist they encountered, especially those traveling alone, was in grave danger.

As for the bald Wang the Fifth, though he seemed mature, almost middle-aged, he was actually not that old, only twenty-eight. His mature appearance was the result of many years of hard-earned experience.

Wang the Fifth, orphaned at a young age and even trafficked by kidnappers, was ultimately sold to a major family within the Heavenly Mist Empire. But Wang the Fifth refused to accept his fate as a slave. He swore to break free from servitude and thus took the risk of secretly learning the Martial Arts Techniques and Martial Skills of that family. One day, he even snuck into the Martial Arts Treasure Pavilion and stole the most powerful Cultivation Technique and Martial Skills of the family before fleeing the house.

Afterward, Wang the Fifth went into hiding, devoting himself to grueling Martial Arts Cultivation, until he heard that the major family he had once served as a slave had been destroyed by the Bai Family, one of the Four Great Families of the Heavenly Mist Empire. Only then did he emerge into the public eye without fear.

By that time, having rigorously practiced Martial Arts and mastered the most formidable Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills of that family, Wang the Fifth had entered the Realm of Martial King. With the Power of Martial King, he founded the Great Saber Sect, and people began to call him Great Saber Sect Wang the Fifth.

Now, with his spirit soaring and his bald head shining conspicuously, Wang the Fifth stood with his great sword poised before him, followed by over thirty of his sect disciples. In this moment within the Blood-colored Forest, Wang’s force had become a Great Force to be reckoned with.

By this point, many Martial Artists had suffered at their hands, among them, disciples of the Heavenly Mist Empire’s major sects and children of noble families. Wang the Fifth, born into poverty, despised these high-born individuals more than anything!

And the female Martial Artists who had entered the forest now faced tortures worse than death, enduring unimaginable suffering.

"Hehe, Princess Zi Yun, just put down your sword nicely, and later, my brothers and I will ensure you experience unparalleled pleasure. Wouldn’t that be much better?" At this moment, Wang the Fifth was confronting the daughter of the Kirin King and second-ranked genius of the Heavenly Mist Empire, Princess Zi Yun.

Originally, Princess Zi Yun was traveling through space with Lin Yuexin to the Blood-colored Stone Stele on top of the mountain peak, but like Shi Feng, she too was struck by that mysterious and powerful invisible force, getting thrown into the mountain. However, the two women did not land in the same spot and lacked the Secret Techniques to communicate like members of Wang the Fifth’s Great Saber Sect. Thus, the two beloved women had lost contact with each other.

Dressed in purple Battle Armor, the valiant Princess Zi Yun pointed her longsword straight ahead, her face filled with murderous intent as she stared down Wang the Fifth, who was leading the gang before her. These people, who would have easily been eradicated in the past, were now encircling and threatening her.

"Wang the Fifth, don’t you think you’ve gone a bit too far this time!" By Princess Zi Yun’s side stood a Flower Protector, pointing his longsword directly at Wang the Fifth just like her. This man was none other than Cui Jian, who had originally accompanied Shi Feng to this place.