Invincible Dad-Chapter 563: Mojian Wuzheng_1
Chapter 563: Chapter 563: Mojian Wuzheng_1
Martial Brother Wu and his junior sister’s expressions changed instantly.
Deng Shu... That prodigy who stepped into the Seventh Grade at the mere age of thirteen, hailed as the leader of the Penglai Sword Pavilion’s younger generation, was actually Senior Deng Xiaoyao’s grandson? No wonder Deng Shu was able to learn swordsmanship from Supreme Elder Rong Sanyue at such a young age. Rong Sanyue’s master... was none other than the legendary swordsman standing before them!
"Didn’t you hear my question?"
Deng Xiaoyao’s voice was hoarse and carried the weight of years. He even bent over to cough twice, looking like an old man who was terminally ill and on the verge of death.
However, inside the Sword Tomb, more than a million swords trembled once again. The Sword Intent soared into the sky, nearly piercing the clouds, as if some terrifying entity was trying to break free.
Under this overwhelming Sword Intent, the low-ranking Martial Brother Wu and his junior sister’s knees went weak, and they immediately fell to the ground. Their voices trembled as they spoke, "Senior Deng, it was Xu Lai and his daughter, Xu Yiyi."
Deng Shu had perished on Gudu Island, a fact that was no secret within the Penglai Sword Pavilion. After all, word gets around. Yesterday, after Xu Wandao left Gudu Island with the disciples from the one school, three sects, and Nine Pavilions, he notified all the various factions to come and retrieve their people.
The news of Deng Shu’s death enraged the Penglai Sword Pavilion, but they did not hold anyone accountable. This was because it wasn’t just Bai Yuan; disciples from the other sects also testified to Deng Shu’s evil deeds. They knew that if Deng Shu’s kick had landed, it would have undoubtedly killed Qian Xiao. Thus, for various reasons, the Penglai Sword Pavilion remained silent.
They neither pursued the matter nor apologized, preferring to act as if they knew nothing of it. This ostrich-like attitude greatly irritated Xu Wandao, yet he was helpless to do anything about it.
"Those who kill will be killed in turn. Deng Shu did not die unjustly," Deng Xiaoyao said, nodding after learning the full story.
Martial Brother Wu tightly gripped his junior sister’s cold hand, not daring to speak.
Deng Xiaoyao. He entered Penglai for Cultivation at age three, searched for a blade in the Sword Tomb at five, and became the top expert of the younger generation at ten, when he was taken as a Direct Disciple by the Supreme Elder. It was said that the Pavilion Master of this generation was supposed to be Deng Xiaoyao, but he suddenly disappeared seventy years ago. Only then did the current, less talented Pavilion Master reluctantly take his place. This sword genius left behind countless legends on Penglai Island, like how he single-handedly slaughtered half of Sea City with his sword at the age of eighteen. The reason it was only half the city was that Sea City was already in ruins and no longer had a Demon King. Even so, his execution of nineteen Great Demons still shocked the entire Cultivation World! How could such a monstrous genius remain so calm after his own grandson’s death? Anyone with half a brain knew it was impossible! That’s why Martial Brother Wu didn’t dare say a word, fearing he’d be implicated.
"My grandson, you didn’t die unjustly, truly not unjustly at all..." Deng Xiaoyao kept repeating.
He continued coughing, hunching his back as he left the Sword Tomb.
"Let’s get out of here, fast!" Cold sweat poured down Martial Brother Wu’s forehead. He knew the Cultivation World was in for a major upheaval. That old monster, Deng Xiaoyao, was about to cause a catastrophe, and they had to inform the Pavilion Master as soon as possible.
"Martial Brother Wu, my legs are numb," the junior sister said with a distraught expression.
Without hesitation, Martial Brother Wu picked up his junior sister. But just as he was about to leave, they both froze in stunned silence.
A sword flew out from the Sword Tomb. A huge, black-and-red sword!
Endless blood-red mist swirled around the blade. The moment it appeared, the sky above Penglai Island was filled with dark clouds. Thunder rolled within them. A bolt of Heavenly Thunder crashed down onto the giant sword, as if trying to shatter the malevolent weapon.
At the same time, countless swords within the Sword Tomb emanated their Sword Intent. The intents gathered, coalescing into an invisible seal that attempted to suppress the giant sword!
HUMMM—
The giant sword, as if sentient, writhed and struggled, trying to escape the seal and cleave through the falling Heavenly Thunder. But this was clearly a vain hope. Because of the giant sword’s struggle, the Heavenly Tribulation descended even more furiously.
In less than ten breaths, the black-and-red giant sword was on the verge of being suppressed within the Sword Tomb once more.
From a hundred meters away, Deng Xiaoyao’s ancient, hoarse voice called out, "Sword, come."
He raised his right hand.
The seal formed by the Sword Intent of the countless blades in the Sword Tomb shattered with a boom. Like a wild horse breaking its reins, the black sword flew swiftly toward him and was caught in his grasp!
SWOOSH—
Deng Xiaoyao placed his left hand on the blade and slid it forcefully, causing blood to gush out. Strangely, the blood didn’t drip to the ground; instead, it was quickly absorbed by the black-and-red giant sword in his hand.
When Deng Xiaoyao lifted his left hand from the blade, deprived of the blood it was consuming, the giant sword began to tremble violently.
"My own grandson’s death was not unjust in the slightest. But you... you have been wronged, suppressed here for a thousand years.
"I know you thirst for blood. I will take you to it.
"East Sea City will be your feast. Let the people there... accompany my grandson in death."
After Deng Xiaoyao finished speaking these ominous words, the giant sword instantly grew calm.
SCHIICK.
Deng Xiaoyao twisted his wrist, shouldered the giant sword, and, step by step, left the Sword Tomb, then left the Penglai Sword Pavilion.
BOOM! RUMBLE! Thunder exploded in the sky. Bolts of Heavenly Thunder kept falling, striking at Deng Xiaoyao—or more precisely, at the sword on his back.
The stir of ten thousand swords in the Sword Pavilion and the appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation over Penglai Island had already alerted every expert on the island.
At that moment, in the Sword Star Tower, the Pavilion Master’s residence, a white-haired elder stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He gazed at the tribulation clouds over the island, sinking into a long silence.
"Pavilion Master, according to a disciple’s , Senior Deng Xiaoyao has appeared!" a middle-aged man burst into the tower, his tone panicked.
"I know." The Pavilion Master responded indifferently. "Elder Liu, don’t panic. Sit down and have a cup of tea. Xiaoyao is my junior brother; his return is a good thing."
"A good thing?" Elder Liu said angrily. "Pavilion Master, your junior brother went straight to the Sword Tomb and took a sword—the Demon Sword, Mojian Wuzheng!"
The Pavilion Master remained silent. He didn’t even turn around, his gaze staying fixed through the window on the tribulation clouds above the island.
"Xu Chen!" Elder Liu raged. "As the Pavilion Master, do you not realize what Mojian Wuzheng represents? Once it emerges, a million corpses will lie in its wake!
"The Sword Maidens are bound to Penglai for life to watch over this Demon Sword. The very establishment of our Penglai Sword Pavilion was to seal this blade!
"Yet you allowed Deng Xiaoyao to leave Penglai with the Demon Sword? How can you call yourself a competent senior brother, let alone a competent Pavilion Master!"
Elder Liu’s questions were punctuated with his direct use of the Pavilion Master’s name.
"Elder Liu, look at the Heavenly Thunder. Isn’t it beautiful?" Pavilion Master Xu Chen remarked with a sigh. "My junior brother loved his grandson, Deng Shu, more than anything. I cannot stop him from seeking revenge."
"If you won’t stop him, then I will!" Elder Liu said, turning angrily to leave. "The one school, three sects, and Nine Pavilions can kill Deng Xiaoyao, even without Penglai!"
"It’s too late." The Pavilion Master’s voice was light, but it filled Elder Liu with despair. "The Mountain Protection Array of Penglai Island has been activated. Outsiders can’t get in, and we can’t get out."
"You—" Elder Liu’s voice trembled. "You will doom our Penglai Sword Pavilion!"
"Xu Lai is very strong, perhaps an even more orthodox Cultivator than us. But my junior brother Xiaoyao, with the Demon Sword in hand, is undoubtedly stronger."
The Pavilion Master finally turned around, a smile on his face. "For the Penglai Sword Pavilion to have Deng Xiaoyao... it will be our greatest fortune!"
Chapter 563: Mojian Wuzheng_1
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