The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 722 - 721: Breaking Through

Chapter 722: Chapter 721: Breaking Through

"Me?!" Song Qilin looked astounded, then immediately gave a wry smile and said, "Mister Ye, you truly overestimate me. Huang Yue already said it, my elders were all defeated beneath these nine challenges. If I go to challenge, wouldn’t I be utterly defeated?"

Ye Xuan slightly shook his head and said, "The nine challenges of Sword Tomb are not calculated like that. They dispatch opponents based on the challenger’s realm and cultivation, always sending someone of the same realm."

"There’s such a thing?" Song Qilin looked astounded.

He had thought he was supposed to challenge those who not even the Pavilion Master could defeat.

If it were just the same realm, then he might consider trying!

"Alright, I’ll go!"

Song Qilin’s fighting spirit reignited, and he decided to take on the nine challenges.

Huang Yue opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

What he wanted to say was that the sword cultivators inside the Sword Tomb, within the same realm, wielded invincible Sword Dao...

Li Mountain Sword Pavilion was still far behind in comparison.

The Mountain God Dao, as one of the oldest among the East Desolate Ten Dominators, knew things far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

If you were to compare Sword Tomb, a mature sword cultivator, to Li Mountain Sword Pavilion, a mere child just learning to walk and waving around a wooden sword,

the outcome of a direct confrontation would be clear at a glance.

It’s true that Sword Tomb had retreated for many years, but this didn’t mean their disciples stopped cultivating.

Just as it is with the Immortal King Hall of the Southern Domain, Supreme Pavilion of Central Earth;

Song Qilin, carrying his sword, walked alone and soon disappeared into the wind and snow.

Ye Xuan raised his right hand and gently swiped in front of him in the Void.

It was as if he wiped away the wind and snow in that slice of space, revealing a Void Mirror.

And within that smooth mirror, there was a young man in white, carrying a sword.

It was Song Qilin as well.

"He lost," Huang Yue sighed.

"Indeed, he lost," Ye Xuan said calmly.

"Why?" Zhou Youwei was quite puzzled.

She had seen Song Qilin make his move back when she was at Hengduan Mountain, and in her view, his Sword Dao was strong, and she dared not underestimate him.

Yet now, why did Huang Yue and her husband say he had already lost, just as Song Qilin was entering the challenges?

Zhou Youwei couldn’t discern the intricacies.

"Youwei, watch carefully later, this will also be helpful for you," Ye Xuan said softly.

"Okay," Zhou Youwei nodded lightly, carefully observing the scene within the mirror.

After leaving Ye Xuan and the others, Song Qilin had only walked a dozen steps before he was engulfed by the wind and snow, completely unable to sense the presence of Ye Xuan and the others.

Song Qilin remained calm, not panicking at all.

He believed that since Mister Ye mentioned there were nine challenges here, it must certainly be so.

It must be said, the wind and snow here were extremely strange; they could block not only the sight but also Divine Sense.

In such a perilous place, who could locate Sword Tomb?

Considering the entire Northern Land spanned millions of miles and was always covered by wind and snow, a vast white expanse, who could find Sword Tomb.

After walking for a while, Song Qilin stopped.

Because he saw a figure ahead.

That figure stood tall in the wind and snow, robust and unyielding like a mountain.

He didn’t use his True Energy or Mana but simply stood there straight, like a sharp sword, letting the wind and snow buffet him and cover him, having battled for who knows how long.

When Song Qilin arrived, that person slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm, and said in a slow voice, "Sword Tomb seals the mountain, all who come must halt."

His voice was deep, yet carried a piercing Sword Qi that instantly surged forth, breaking apart the surrounding wind and snow instantly.

And in the space between him and Song Qilin, the wind and snow abruptly stopped.

Song Qilin’s expression was somber as he stared intently at the other party, a flash of astonishment passing through his eyes.

Like him, the other party was also at the Heavenly Human Realm.

However, the other’s Sword Dao Cultivation felt as oppressive as a mountain on his shoulders, making even breathing exceedingly difficult.

This person was truly formidable!

Song Qilin involuntarily recalled the words of Young Master Ye, clenched his teeth, clasped his fists, and declared, "Li Mountain Sword Pavilion Third Peak disciple Song Qilin is here to challenge. I hope that the Sword Tomb fellow daoist would not stint in educating me!"

The tall young man in black, standing with his hands behind his back, heard this and observed Song Qilin with a calm demeanor.

Immediately, the imposing youth extended one hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Upon seeing this, Song Qilin steadied his Sword Heart, and his gaze became calm yet piercing.

"Fellow daoist is not drawing your sword?" Song Qilin said.

The other party hadn’t even unsheathed his sword, which felt like a disdainful slight to Song Qilin.

He, the successor of Li Mountain Sword Pavilion Third Peak, how could he have ever been treated with such disregard?

The tall young man slowly shook his head and said, "Those who come to challenge are not enemies; there is no need to draw a sword."

"However, you can still draw your sword, as it is the rule of our Sword Tomb."

Despite feeling disgruntled, Song Qilin understood, but, competitive as he was, he did not wish to take advantage and thus replied, "In that case, I too will not draw my sword."

"As you wish," the tall young man said slowly.

"Let’s begin," Song Qilin slightly leaned forward

The next moment.

The surrounding wind and snow ceased.

Shoo shoo shoo————

Immediately after, the wind and snow transformed into swords, thousands launching simultaneously!

The overwhelming snow swords attacked the tall young man of the Sword Tomb.

The imposing young man, upon seeing this, remained calm and made no extensive movement, simply raising his right hand and shaking it.

Boom!

In an instant, the myriad swords formed from the wind and snow halted momentarily, then the tips of the swords reversed and pointed straight at Song Qilin, launching instantly!

Shoo shoo shoo————

A series of piercing sounds, eerily intense.

Song Qilin’s expression darkened slightly, his body transformed into a Divine Sword, and with one strike, he broke through the thousands of swords, reaching the imposing young man in a blink, his right hand forming a sword finger and aiming directly at the tall young man’s brow.

It was a move that could ensure victory!

Boom!

Song Qilin’s finger stopped three inches from the tall young man’s body, abruptly halting, his lips slightly curving up, his eyes lighting up with a trace of a smile, "I win."

"You win?"

However, at that moment, a jeering voice came from behind, and the figure in front of Song Qilin dissolved into a mere shadow and vanished.

Song Qilin was suddenly frozen in place.

It turned out, the tall young man’s sword finger was positioned three inches behind Song Qilin’s head.

The defeat was turned into victory.

Their exchange was immensely brief, almost over in the blink of an eye.

The tall young man stepped back, standing where Song Qilin had been originally, and calmly said, "You have one more chance; whether you draw your sword or not, if you lose, leave the Sword Tomb and do not disturb us again, otherwise face execution. Do you understand?"

Song Qilin turned around, his expression deeply solemn; looking at the tall young man, he nodded slightly and said, "Understood."

"Make your move," the tall young man said.

Song Qilin took a deep breath, his gaze clear, reached toward the Qilin Twin Swords behind him, and spoke softly, "Before I make my move, may I know the name of my fellow daoist?"

The tall young man calmly replied, "A nameless junior of Sword Tomb, Pei Yanchao."