The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 742 - 739: The First Sword, Killing Three People

Chapter 742: Chapter 739: The First Sword, Killing Three People

A moment later, Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and tossed the Guo Hezu. It transformed into a speck of black light and disappeared into the Life Palace between his eyebrows.

"Let’s go."

Ye Xuan softly called out, with his hands in his pockets, he stepped into the void and left.

......

He Ziming left the Sword Tomb.

At the earliest opportunity, he headed straight for the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect in Zhongxuan Mountain.

As he approached the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, He Ziming detected an unusual scent.

It was————

Extremely pure Sword Intent!

So rare, even within the Sword Tomb, it’s hard to find Sword Intent that pure.

"Has such a Sword Cultivator emerged within the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect?"

He Ziming was quite surprised.

However, as he drew closer, He Ziming’s brow furrowed.

The Sword Intent was tinged with resoluteness and a carefree attitude, as if a Great Sword Cultivator had exerted his power in one final battle.

"Did this person have his final battle here and managed to ascend to the tenth floor of the Sword Dao through a desperate fight?"

He Ziming was surprised all over again.

Without emerging from the Sword Tomb, those who could step into the tenth floor of the Sword Dao were incredibly rare.

Now, within the five major domains of the Daozhou world, reaching the fifth floor of the Sword Dao would grant the title of Sword Dao Grandmaster.

The tenth floor of the Sword Dao...

The stature of such an existence does not need to be elaborated upon.

Out of the thirteen floors of the Sword Dao, there have been very few who have reached the top throughout history.

The strongest in the Sword Tomb today is but at the eleventh floor.

In the current world, the publicly recognized strongest also seem to be at the eleventh floor only.

This alone illustrates how scarce a Great Sword Cultivator of the tenth floor of the Sword Dao is.

From a distance, He Ziming could see Zhongxuan Mountain, renowned as the first and foremost peak of the East Desolate.

Zhongxuan Mountain, known as the progenitor of a thousand mountains in the East Desolate and the origin of a hundred lands, has eighteen spirit veins underground, the only one of its kind in the entire East Desolate.

That’s also why Zhongxuan Mountain is acclaimed as the premier mountain of the East Desolate.

Once, it was home to a gloriously brilliant Immortal Sect, named the Emperor Immortal Sect.

Created in a distant era by the Lie Tian Great Emperor, it forged a legacy for thousands of generations.

Up until ninety thousand years ago, the Emperor Immortal Sect was still the reigning overlord of the East Desolate.

But a sudden catastrophe forced its departure from Zhongxuan Mountain.

Thereafter, the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect made its nest there.

For ninety thousand long years.

In the present generation of the East Desolate, many young people may not know this history.

But as the ancient ancestor of the Sword Tomb, He Ziming knew this past all too well.

It had a significant connection to the emergence of the Double Emperors poised at the peak nine thousand years ago.

However, the Sword Tomb did not participate in the events of that time, so its knowledge was limited.

But let’s not dwell on that.

As he was about to reach Zhongxuan Mountain, He Ziming suddenly stopped and turned his gaze westward.

In that direction lay Hengduan Mountain, beyond which lay the distant Central Earth Divine Continent.

Of course, He Ziming was not looking at Hengduan Mountain nor the Central Earth Divine Continent; he was looking at a line.

An invisible line.

He Ziming fixed his gaze, moved in a flash, and appeared right on that line.

"If I’m not mistaken, this person started from Hengduan Mountain, accumulating sword force all the way and reaching the pinnacle when he arrived here," he said, almost as if talking to himself, his eyes falling on Zhongxuan Mountain.

At this moment, He Ziming seemed to transform into the old Sword Saint, Ning Zongtang, who had arrived here half a month earlier.

He Ziming closed his eyes, his left hand forming a sword finger as he attempted to envision Ning Zongtang’s execution of his strike, and he gently made a sweeping motion.

Boom!

A sword strike cleaved forth.

That strike, extending for ten thousand zhang, instantly fell towards Zhongxuan Mountain!

Boom!

Instantly, a red Barrier surged above Zhongxuan Mountain, withstanding the sword strike.

The earth shook ceaselessly.

The Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect was alarmed.

He Ziming paid it no heed; he was perceiving that sword.

Opening his eyes, He Ziming muttered, "I can’t restore what followed; that swordsmanship isn’t from our Sword Tomb. It resembles the legendary Void Sword Condensation technique left by the venerable Sword Emperor Xuanyuan."

"This would mean that the Great Sword Cultivator who came here before is from the Emperor Immortal Sect..."

He Ziming was somewhat surprised.

Emperor Immortal Sect, to have such a figure.

He Ziming racked his brains and realized that the matching figures in his memory were no longer around; it simply couldn’t have been them.

"It seems that only Ning Zongtang from over forty thousand years ago had such prowess, but didn’t that youngster perish in the battle from forty thousand years ago... Is he still alive..."

He Ziming murmured to himself.

It seemed that only Ning Zongtang remained.

"What a pity. If he had joined our Sword Tomb, perhaps he would have had the chance to reach the Eleventh Floor."

He Ziming felt somewhat regretful.

He could sense that when Ning Zongtang died, he had given his all in slaying the enemy.

However, Ning Zongtang’s own cultivation didn’t support his advancing to the tenth floor of the Sword Dao. Therefore, after reaching the tenth floor and unleashing that final sword, he died from exhaustion.

He had slain ninety-seven cultivators in the Saint Realm, including three Saint Kings and one Saint Emperor.

Nearly three thousand people below the Saint Realm died as well.

For the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, this was also a devastating loss.

After all, the opponent was just one person.

"What a pity," sighed He Ziming.

A promising seedling, gone just like that.

As for the questioning from the alarmed high-rankers of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, He Ziming didn’t even listen.

To him, those so-called high-rankers were just children, and he couldn’t be bothered with them.

And so.

He Ziming said, "Go, call out your Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect’s elders Yan Yue, Lu Yunhua, and Jia Hao. Today, this old man will only slay these three."

Initially, he only intended to kill one person.

But after sensing the affair of Ning Zongtang, He Ziming grew despondent and decided to kill three people instead.

The Sword Tomb has its rules.

Once one retreats and reopens the mountain, the first sword must be drawn.

This sword must slay the wicked.

To proclaim the Sword Tomb’s might against injustice.

"What audacious nonsense, an old brute daring to run wild at the Mountain Gate of our Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect!"

"Do you know that just over a month ago, there was another old brute from the Emperor Immortal Sect named Ning Zongtang, who boasted about paying respects to the mountain. Alas, he was vanquished by our Sect and his body hung at the Sun Cliff of our Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect for ten days in the sun as a warning to the world not to seek a death wish. It’s hard to believe that in less than two short months, another fool seeking death has come!"

At the Mountain Gate of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, disciples had already begun to shout and swear.

In fact, the person making this comment was blissfully unaware of the grievousness of that battle, where Ning Zongtang alone with a single sword, slew straight through three Saint Kings and one Saint Emperor of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, as well as the other ninety-four Great Cultivators of the Saint Realm and three thousand cultivators below the Saint Realm.

However, the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect did not proclaim this. They only said that they had killed Ning Zongtang and that the five thousand people who accompanied Ning Zongtang were completely annihilated.

As for the truth, those with insight naturally kept silent.

The ignorant ones were like the scoundrels currently shouting and cursing.

Upon hearing this, the upper echelon of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect felt a jolt in their hearts.

The three elders mentioned by He Ziming were highly venerated elders of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect; common folks were clueless about their existence, let alone able to speak their names.

The arrival was terrifying!

Instinctively, the high-rankers of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect planned to probe the background of this burly old man.

However, before they could speak, He Ziming had already opened his mouth.

He Ziming’s eyebrows were tightly knit as he stared intently at those Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect scoundrels. His voice was aged yet deep and powerful, "That youngster Ning Zongtang had integrity. Whether he died paying tribute to the mountain or seeking revenge, he is already dead. All grudges end with death, yet you treated his corpse in such a manner. This old man is displeased."

"You old thing are displeased? We are the displeased ones here. Scram already, stop yapping!" a disciple of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect yelled back.

"Silence!" This shocked the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect’s high-rankers, who promptly scolded.

Immediately following, an Elder of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect stepped forward and with a clasped fist said to He Ziming, "May I ask what grievance you have with our Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, senior? Could it be because of Ning Zongtang, who came over a month ago?"

If this was indeed the reason for the visit, they had to be very careful.

Last time, due to a lack of caution, so many had died. Even though the upper echelon had tried their best to cover it up, there are no walls in the world that don’t leak. Many among the East Desolate Ten Dominators actually knew about it.

This had already caused the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect to lose face.

This time, they must be fully prepared before taking action.

He Ziming snorted coldly, his large hand forming a void grip as a Divine Sword materialized in his grasp, and he said with a chilly voice,

"I didn’t come for him, but this old man wants to speak a few words for him. Your Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect is simply a third-rate broken Sect."

"And another thing,"

"This old man, He Ziming of the Sword Tomb, if you don’t know who that is, go ask your ancestors."