Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The black-robed man took a few steps closer to the demon-slaying tower.
In the next moment, the entire tower erupted with a blinding white sword light.
The chains on the tower began to shake, and the evil-slaying talismans attached to the tower began to flutter as well.
Countless obscure runes on the spirit talismans emitted a white light as if they had been stimulated by something. They stimulated streams of terrifying sword intent pressure that meant to dispel all evil, making people shudder in fear.
There were many legends about the demon-slaying tower in the Northern Spirit Realm.
A thousand years ago, the Sword Control Sect was able to leap out of the Northern Spirit Realm and become the leader of the top five sword sects only because of the seven previous sword masters, who were able to eliminate evil.
In the end, they were able to build this demon-slaying tower, which was an astonishment.
Now, the demons had been suppressed in this tower for a thousand years but were still alive just because they could compete with the previous sword masters.
The Blood Soul Devil Master was defeated and suppressed by the seventh sword master in the demon-slaying tower.
However, after a thousand years, not many demons like this were left.
Meanwhile, Zhang Qishan was currently serving tea to the previous sword masters in the Sword Master Hall.
His eyes slowly swept over the sword master statues from the first to the seventh.
Then, it was his turn to head to the ten spirit tablets below. These were the sword masters of the seventh generation.
Before he could serve the tea, he suddenly noticed a faint light appearing on the token on his waist. He suddenly turned around, and his eyes glowed with a spirit light.
In the next moment, he saw the demon-slaying tower shining brightly on the mountain peak.
There was even a rotten aura of death within as if it was polluting the seal.
“Oh no, someone is destroying the seal!”
His expression changed drastically right away. The cup in his hand was crushed in spite of himself. He muttered to himself, “The demons that are still alive in the tower are those that could fight the sword masters back then. Once they are released, the entire Sword Control Sect will face a bloody disaster!
“Now that there’s no sword master in the sect, the consequences are unimaginable…”
Zhang Qishan was so angry that his face turned red and his scalp went numb.
“Damn it…”
However, the situation was critical now, so there was no time for him to think too much. He took out his natal flying sword and flew directly in the direction of the demon-slaying tower.
At that moment, the power of the seal on the demon-slaying tower was getting more intense.
All the elders and disciples of the Sword Control Sect were also affected. They all looked in the direction of the demon-slaying tower.
On the demon-slaying tower.
A huge gray hand formed from the aura of death, and decay was clashing with the evil-slaying sword qi.
A powerful wave of pressure exploded. Consequently, the people on the surrounding peaks felt that their hearts missed a beat.
As for some of the disciples with weak cultivation bases, their minds were affected by the collision. They immediately lost consciousness and passed out on the spot.
“How dare those demons sneak into our Sword Control Sect and pollute the seal of the demon-slaying tower!
“All grand elders, listen up! Prepare to kill the demons!”
The sect leader, Zhang Qishan, shouted and spread the news across the peaks in Qianyuan Mountain.
All the grand elders who were cultivating in the Core Formation Realm heard the sect leader’s words and understood the importance of this matter.
The grand elders’ faces were solemn, and the spirit energy around them exploded. They flew out on their swords, turning into sword lights that flew toward the demon-slaying tower.
Not only the Sword Control Sect is facing the crisis of extermination at this time, but the entire Northern Spirit Realm was also about to face the catastrophe of human suffering!
…
In front of the tower.
In mid-air, the gray fog with the smell of death kept rolling.
A whirlwind subsequently emerged. The entire tower, together with the mountain peak, was quickly shrouded in gray gas.
The plants on the mountain were rapidly withering and decaying.
Before the dozens of disciples guarding the demon-slaying peak could escape, they were swept up by the deathly gray fog and the wild wind. The wind corroded them and turned them into shriveled corpses that were smashed into pieces in the gray fog.
“What a fresh breath of life! How fragrant of the blood essence!”
The black-robed man floating at the top of the demon-slaying tower said with a hoarse laugh.
He took a deep breath, and the thick gray fog suffused with red light was sucked into his body. He seemed to be somewhat intoxicated.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good meal.”
Then, the black-robed man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the other peaks of Qianyuan Mountain. His eyes were filled with greed.
He was surrounded by rolling gray fog, looking extremely evil.
It was obvious that he was an evil cultivator!
Opposite the black-robed man, Zhang Qishan and dozens of elders took out their flying swords. They condensed sword qi of various colors and charged toward the black-robed man.
When the dozens of sword lights were a hundred meters from the black-robed man, they were engulfed and absorbed by the dense gray cyclone.
The black-robed man did not attack Zhang Qishan and the others. With a wave of his hand, an even more powerful gust of wind swept out from his robes, bringing with it a thick gray fog. It formed streams of gray air currents and charged toward the mountains surrounding the demon-slaying peak.
“Evil path! How dare you be so impudent? Do you think that there’s no one in our Sword Control Sect?”
Seeing how the black-robed man was so brazen that he even thought of absorbing the blood essence in front of them, the Sword Control Sect leader was so angry that he nearly pulled out his white beard. At this moment, he wished that he could kill the black-robed man with a single sword.
However, he knew that his strength in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was not enough to defeat this enemy, who had achieved the later stage of the realm.
It was tricky especially with the corrosive fog.
If he could learn the Supreme Body Tempering Technique and use the Great Void Condensing Sword to train the supreme sword body, he would not be afraid of the gray toxic fog. He could also possibly kill the black-robed man here.
Unfortunately, this thought made Zhang Qishan feel helpless.
Just then, the grand elder of the Punishment Hall, Chen Ziwen, recognized the identity of the black-robed man in front of him. He said with a solemn look, “Master, he’s the Ghost Daoist of the Ghost Spirit Sect!”
“Ghost Spirit Sect? Ghost Daoist?”
The Ghost Spirit Sect belonged to the demon sect in the Dead Language Secret Realm in the western region of the Northern Spirit Realm.
The sect was ruthless.
The Ghost Spirit Sect was considered one of the most powerful forces in the Northern Spirit Realm.
Among the top five sword sects, only the most leading sword sect, Ten Thousand Sword Sect, could be compared with it.
Zhang Qishan’s eyes narrowed. After sensing a strong sense of death, he felt that his heart was heavy.
The strength of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was able to corrode the dense aura of death from the evil-slaying spirit talisman.
This Daoist must be of high status in the Ghost Spirit Sect.
It was a pity that there was no sword master in the Sword Control Sect now nor was there an inheritance of the sword master’s secret technique.
Otherwise, how would a little Daoist dare to act so presumptuously in the Sword Control Sect?
If there was a sword master in charge, he would not be afraid even if a sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect at the Soul Formation Realm came.
“Ghost Daoist, you should have died in the Ten Thousand Sword sect 30 years ago. How dare you come to the Sword Control Sect, one of the top five sword sects, and act so presumptuously?” Chen Ziwen said in a deep voice.
“Hmph, I didn’t expect that there would still be people who remember me now.”
There was a mocking look on the Ghost Daoist’s face. He directly took out a black gourd from his sleeve.
“Now that your Sword Control Sect doesn’t have a sword master in charge, I can be presumptuous.. But what can you do to me?”