All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 515 304: Sword Sect, With Me, Su Bei, Is It Enough?_2

At that, Old Hua casually smacked the little beggar on the head again. As the boy turned towards him, Old Hua farted in his face.
"Do you think the elders of Great Sects are like children who start fighting right away?" Old Hua continued. "Look, next he'll say he's going to teach you a lesson on behalf of the Sword Sect's ancestors. When it comes to fighting, you need a justification. With so many onlookers, even someone with a terrible reputation needs an excuse. That way, even though everyone knows what's really going on, they can't find a reason to condemn it."
The little beggar pinched his nose tightly, waving his hand to disperse the stench. He looked at Old Hua incredulously, just as he was about to fart back and accuse him of bragging, when—
The very next moment, Ling Zhan's expression turned cold. His gaze was chilling as he stepped forward, horsetail whisk in hand, and loudly declared, "Ancestor Shangguan of the Sword Sect once showed me, Ling Zhan, kindness. I cannot sit by and watch the Sword Sect fall to such a state, with no one to discipline them. Since no one within the Sword Sect will carry on its proud traditions, then today, I, this elder, shall overstep my bounds and, in place of Ancestor Shangguan, discipline you."
The moment Ling Zhan finished speaking, all the Disciples of Wuhua Palace behind him assumed a battle-ready stance. Suddenly, the Spiritual Energy of this realm seemed on the verge of solidifying.
Dan Wuque's pupils shrank violently. She stepped forward, Spiritual Energy bursting from her body as she cried out, "Ling Zhan, this is South City! How dare you?!"
Ling Zhan slowly raised his hand. A terrifying wave of invisible Spiritual Energy immediately filled the sky. His strength at the Dao Integration Realm was fully exhibited at that moment!
Seeing that a fight was truly about to break out, the onlookers quickly backed away.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see this was nothing more than a long-standing private grudge between Wuhua Palace and the Sword Sect. All previous provocations were merely excuses; their true intention was to exploit the Sword Sect's current weakness and assert their dominance.
"Miss Dan, you are mistaken," Ling Zhan retorted. "Oh? So Dan Wuque is allowed to harm disciples of Wuhua Palace, but I, an elder, am forbidden to take action? What kind of reasoning is that? Today, I, this elder, shall act in Ancestor Shangguan's stead and teach you what true backbone is!"
As Ling Zhan finished speaking, a terrifying pressure instantly bore down on the few Sword Sect Disciples. They all spat out mouthfuls of blood at once and collapsed to the ground in disarray.
Watching the scene unfold, Song Ying felt an exhilarating sense of release. The oppressive feeling Dan Wuque had previously subjected her to now completely dissipated.
Wild elation spread across her face as she looked tauntingly at the Sword Sect Disciples before her. "Hahaha! Look at the Sword Cultivators now! What has the Sword Sect become? Do you really think you're still the Underworld Sword Sect of a thousand years ago?"
With that, Song Ying provocatively flashed the Spirit Sword in front of Xiao Ruoching, declaring arrogantly, "This sword, in the end, is ours!"
Then, she glanced at the pair of Spirit Swords that Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li had dropped. Picking one up, she turned and sneered, "These are Elder Lin Duo's Longswords, aren't they? You've held onto them for far too long; it's time to return them."
Mo Li's eyes darkened as she watched everything unfold. Her fingers tightly clutched her skirt hem, her gaze icily fixed on the imperious Ling Zhan.
Dan Wuque, fighting against the terrifying pressure, shielded Mo Li and Xiao Ruoching behind her. She then drew her Longsword from her waist, and immediately, a burst of spiritual Sword Qi shot out from it.
However, amidst the dense Spiritual Energy surrounding them, her Sword Qi was like a small boat in a vast ocean—precarious and barely noticeable.
With unstable Sword Qi swirling around her, her dark brows knitted and her teeth clenched, she said coldly, "No matter what state the Sword Sect is in, it's not Wuhua Palace's place to lecture us! The Sword Sect is still the Sword Sect!"
The sky above was instantly divided. One vast portion was filled with endless, formidable Spiritual Energy, while a smaller section held a struggling strand of Sword Qi.
Seeing this, Ling Zhan actually burst into laughter. A powerful aura erupted from him as he looked at Dan Wuque and scoffed, "Hahaha, the Sword Sect is still the Sword Sect? What a monumental joke! What does the Sword Sect have without that old fellow Shangguan Wendao? Huh? Your entire Sect can't produce a second Dao Integration expert."
Ling Zhan threw his head back and laughed, his Dao Integration aura overwhelmingly powerful. His pupils suddenly flashed with a sharp brilliance. As a cultivator at the Dao Integration Realm, he was an absolute peak figure within the Twenty-One Provinces. At least, the publicly known Dao Integration Realm experts were so few they could be counted on one hand.
Therefore, he possessed absolute confidence.
His actions this time were driven by a strong personal grudge. Firstly, he aimed to reclaim face for Elder Lin Duo of the Sacred Land. Secondly, he intended to use his own power to send a message to the entire South City: Wuhua Palace was still Wuhua Palace. In the Twenty-One Provinces, apart from the Dao Sect, no other Sect could compare!
Then he abruptly stopped laughing. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Dan Wuque, then at the surrounding onlookers, and enunciated each word, "Please, Miss Dandan, tell me, Ling Zhan. A thousand years ago, the Sword Sect could rely on Shangguan Bieli. Now, and in the future, what can they rely on?"
Dan Wuque grunted, blood suddenly streaming from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes defiantly met Ling Zhan's. She thrust the Star Sword in her hand into the ground. Facing the terrifying aura of the man before her, she bit her teeth tightly, refusing to retreat even half a step.
On the bluestone-paved ground, her resistance left long drag marks.
CLANG—
A sword hummed, the sound neither too loud nor too soft. It was the rapid sound of something cleaving the air. Then, suddenly, the entire sky turned as bright as day.
In the next instant, a Golden Age Lotus, a hundred zhang tall, burst into bloom high above South City. The sky filled with a dazzling, blinding golden light, followed by an endless surge of violent Sword Intent!
BOOM—
A Longsword fell from the sky and, to Ling Zhan's shock, instantly embedded itself in the ground.
The earth cracked, a fissure dozens of zhang long tearing open.
Sunlight glinted off the sword's hilt.
"Missing Departure."
Terrifying Sword Qi swept across Treasures Avenue in South City. Everyone instinctively lifted their heads towards the sky, staring at the suddenly appeared figure in a white robe embroidered with begonias.
His expression was impassive, showing neither sorrow nor joy, only his snow-white hair drifting in the wind.
"Is relying on me, Su Bei, enough?"
His calm voice instantly echoed throughout the land.
A rain of swords fell, like swallows dipping in flight.
Su Bei's face remained expressionless. He stood quietly atop the embedded sword, hands clasped behind his back, allowing the sword's power to spread.
The Disciples of Wuhua Palace, still in their charging stance, found the horsetail whisks in their hands trembling uncontrollably. Even Ling Zhan had to circulate the Spiritual Energy in his body just to suppress the tremor of the whisk he held.
Su Bei lightly lifted his hand, palm facing forward, the back of his hand towards all onlookers, including the Disciples of Wuhua Palace. He softly said, "Hold."
The entire world suddenly froze.
The Disciples of Wuhua Palace watched in horror as their weapons seemed to die, then were slowly forced back, inch by inch, by an invisible Spiritual Energy.
Ling Zhan's face was grim, the hand holding his whisk trembling slightly.
Su Bei glanced impassively at Ling Zhan, then turned. As Dan Wuque stared blankly, he helped her up. A gentle smile touched Su Bei's lips as he reached out and wiped a tear from the corner of Xiao Ruoching's eye.
Gazing at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, Xiao Ruoching bit her lip tightly, simply watching him.
The anxiety that had gripped her heart finally eased; it was as if the entire Sword Sect had found its pillar of strength. Yet, her slightly reddened eyes welled up uncontrollably, and beneath her lashes, her vision of him blurred with tears.
"Senior Brother!"
"Master!!"
"Fifth Elder!!"
Mo Li looked coldly at Su Bei and said, "Master, what took you so long?"
She tried her best to appear calm, but her heaving chest betrayed her true emotions.
A wry smile touched Su Bei's lips as he looked at her, his gaze gentle. "Forgive me. Your master has arrived late..."