Invincible Dad-Chapter 540 Be Careful!_1
Chapter 540: Chapter 540 Be Careful!_1
BOOM!
Dark clouds had gathered in the sky unnoticed, rumbling with thunder. As Deng Shu spoke his icy words, a crack of lightning flashed, illuminating his savage face.
Deng Shu still remembered that day.
His master had taken him to the East Sea Martial Dao Association’s competition grounds to await his battle with Xu Yiyi.
But Xu Yiyi never came.
The powered-up sword strike he had been saving for Xu Yiyi had reached the point where it could no longer be contained. So, Deng Shu unleashed it on a six-year-old girl named Xu Die, intending to use her life as a stepping stone to break into the Seventh Grade Grandmaster realm!
But he lost.
He lost completely and utterly.
Both were Sword Cultivators, but Deng Shu wielded a divine weapon that had taken the Sword Pavilion Master thirty years to forge, while Xu Die used a mere wooden sword. Xu Die’s Sword Intent was bizarrely powerful, so much so that it shattered his divine weapon. In that moment, all of Deng Shu’s pride and confidence vanished.
His master, Rong Sanyue, left in disappointment, a source of immense shame for Deng Shu. He was in love with his master, a woman as beautiful as an immortal.
Dejected, he returned to the Sect Gate and threw himself into practicing his swordplay and Cultivation, all for the chance to earn just one more glance from his master. But Rong Sanyue had disappeared, her fate unknown for months.
Deng Shu, however, knew that given his master’s temperament, she must have gone searching for Xu Lai. Thus, late at night, Deng Shu’s resentment toward Xu Yiyi had intensified with each passing day.
If Xu Yiyi had just shown up on time that day, I would have killed her with a single strike! Then I would have never had my Dao heart shattered by Xu Die! I might have even broken through to the next realm on the spot, becoming the youngest Seventh-Grade Grandmaster in Hua Country. In the future, perhaps my master and I could have become a legendary couple!
Now, everything was gone.
And it was all Xu Yiyi’s fault!
He already harbored a grudge from the humiliation of kneeling that day. With this new hatred piled upon old, how could he possibly let Xu Yiyi go?
Only killing her would appease the hatred in his heart.
At this moment, Deng Shu was unaware that Rong Sanyue was not dead. The day she found Xu Lai, he had casually shattered her Sword Heart with a single sword strike, leaving her forever unable to hold a sword again.
The brilliant Sword Cultivator Rong Sanyue was no longer the esteemed Supreme Elder of the Penglai Sword Pavilion. She was now just a madwoman on a beach in a city in The North, her hair disheveled and wild. Day after day, she faced the sea, forming a sword with her fingers and slashing at the boundless ocean, trying in vain to replicate Xu Lai’s strike.
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"Senior Brother Deng, teaching Xu Yiyi a lesson is enough. If you take her life..." Bai Yuan of the Dao Sect frowned slightly.
She knew the enmity between Deng Shu and Xu Yiyi’s family ran deep, but if it came to life and death, it would become a serious problem.
"You may not find the kneeling from months ago humiliating, but I do!" Deng Shu declared. He sat cross-legged with a long sword laid across his knees. Though it remained sheathed, it radiated an endless chilling aura, just like the killing intent in his heart.
"Senior Sister Bai Yuan, if we kill her, we kill her. I doubt her father would dare to attack our Cultivation Holy Lands!" another disciple proclaimed arrogantly.
The One School, Three Sects, and Nine Pavilions were known as the Thirteen Holy Lands. While not as glorious as in their early years, they remained lofty and powerful factions. This led to a younger generation filled with hubris. Calling themselves the orthodox line of Cultivators, their ambitions were sky-high, so naturally, they looked down on Xu Yiyi.
Bai Yuan remained silent. As a Daoist, she felt a closeness to heaven and earth.
Watching the sudden storm of dark clouds and thunder, Bai Yuan’s sense of foreboding grew stronger. Still, she offered no further counsel, simply hoping everything would go smoothly.
RUMBLE!
Thunder cracked as a downpour began. Rain cascaded down, yet not a single one of the young men and women got their clothes wet. Upon closer inspection, an invisible barrier repelled the raindrops around them.
"Senior Brother Deng, you... you’ve become a Sword Sect!?" a youth from the Blade Sect exclaimed in shock.
Not a drop of rain touched them. Only those at the Seventh Grade Realm and above could achieve this.
Deng Shu stated calmly, "I entered the Seventh Grade three days ago."
BOOM!
Another clap of thunder detonated—not in the sky, but in the hearts of everyone present.
A fourteen-year-old Grandmaster.
That signified a peerless prodigy!
Even the legendary Xu Yanyang of the Blade Sect, a giant in the Martial Dao World, had not achieved such a feat in his youth.
"Senior Brother Deng must be the strongest of the younger generation now!" a disciple from Lingyun Pavilion said, thoroughly shaken.
After their bitter defeat at the last Youth Martial Artists Competition, they had all returned to cultivate diligently. Most had only just managed to break into the Sixth Grade Realm, and three were even still stuck in the Fifth Grade Realm. They never imagined Deng Shu would have already crossed that immense threshold.
Deng Shu said no more. He closed his eyes to rest and recuperate, awaiting the arrival of Xu Yiyi and Xu Die.
Yes.
Besides Xu Yiyi, Xu Die was also his target.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Finally, four hours later, at nine o’clock at night, seven young men and women had gathered in front of the hotel, along with several representatives from the Martial Dao Association.
"It’s the agreed-upon time of nine o’clock. Senior Xu, where are the others?" a youth asked, looking toward a representative from the Martial Dao Association. This time, the team was personally led by Xu Wandao, a descendant of the Blade Sect’s Xu Yanyang.
This Ninth-Grade Great Martial Ancestor was a burly, straightforward man. He didn’t speak, instead gazing up at the sky.
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning illuminated the darkness.
Twelve dark figures descended rapidly from the sky, landing on the ground.
BANG!
The ground cracked beneath them, fissures spreading out from the impact.
Everyone was startled. Looking closer, they realized the twelve dark figures were the young prodigies from the One School, Three Sects, and Nine Pavilions.
At their head was Deng Shu!
The twelve stood in silence, dressed in identical black robes, as taciturn as emissaries of darkness.
This grand entrance made Xu Wandao of the Martial Dao Association frown slightly. As for the seven young "Loose Cultivators," they all smirked.
"As expected of the major sects and all their pomp. We loose cultivators certainly can’t compare," said a girl who looked to be about thirteen, her expression mischievous and spirited.
Her name was Dongfang Duoduo, one of the top twenty-three contenders from the Youth Martial Artists Competition. Although she had no illustrious sect backing her, she did have a powerful grandfather.
"Dongfang Duoduo, don’t think you can be sarcastic just because your grandfather is in the Divine Gate Realm," Deng Shu said, his gaze calm. "My Penglai Sword Pavilion has seven Divine Gate Realm elders, and we’ve even killed several Moon Clan members who were just as powerful."
The latter half of his statement was a clear threat laced with killing intent.
Dongfang Duoduo sneered. "What a pity. I heard that Senior Rong Sanyue, one of the Seven Swords, has gone missing. Otherwise, my grandfather truly couldn’t break the Seven-Star Sword Formation formed by seven Divine Gate Realm experts wielding Seven-Star Swords."
After a pause, she added with a grin, "I heard from a Sword Pavilion disciple that you once drunkenly boasted you wanted to ’obtain’ Senior Rong. Deng Shu, you really are a model disciple, aren’t you?"
BOOM!
Livid, Deng Shu roared, "Say that again!"
His master was a taboo topic for him. His affection for her was his greatest secret, something he had only ever shared with his closest friend.
"Tsk," Dongfang Duoduo sneered. "What’s the matter? Are you allowed to be disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unrighteous, but I’m not allowed to say it?"
"You’re courting death!"
Deng Shu’s eyes were glacial. He stomped his foot fiercely, and the countless raindrops swirling around him transformed into innumerable fine swords that shot toward Dongfang Duoduo.
Drizzle condensing into swords... A Seventh-Grade Sword Sect! This kid really is a monster.
Xu Wandao, the Ninth-Grade Great Grandmaster, was horrified.
Dongfang Duoduo’s expression changed. As powerful as she was, she was only at the late-stage of the Sixth Grade. How could she possibly withstand this attack?
Just then, two figures holding an umbrella ran over quickly from a distance.
A little boy’s voice, gasping for breath, could also be heard. "Big Sis, hurry up! I think we’re going to be late!"
"Watch out!" Dongfang Duoduo shouted anxiously. Those two figures were right in the path of the sword rain
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Chapter 540 Be Careful!_1
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