Chapter 586 – The Mountain Gate of Mount Li (II) (1/2)

Chapter 586 - The Mountain Gate of Mount Li (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Yes, the sword style Liang Banhu used was the most ordinary Mountain Gate Sword of the Mount Li Sword Sect.

Any disciple that entered the Mount Li Sword Sect would learn this sword style in their first year.

Chen Changsheng had learned this sword style before, so he naturally recognized it, but only today, after seeing this one attack of Liang Banhu's, did he understand that Mount Li truly was worthy of being called the sect of myriad swords. Even their introductory ordinary sword style had its own essence and soul and could not be lightly overlooked. He saw in Liang Banhu's one attack a little of the Stupid Sword's concept.

Liang Banhu's sword met with the Emotion-Severing Sect expert's sword.

A muffled boom.

The clashing of fierce sword intents. Which was stronger?

It was naturally the more stable sword intent that was stronger.

The hillside facing the sun was covered all over in ramrod-straight rows of crops, none of them slanted in the least bit.

Liang Banhu's sword and the expert's sword clashed and then parted, but the next attack followed soon after.

The hand holding the sword was far too stable, his sword far too stable, so much so that there was no delay between the sword techniques.

Ten-odd clashes of swords resounded through the peak of Mount Han. In only a moment, Liang Banhu and this expert from the Emotion-Severing Sect had already exchanged several techniques. Liang Banhu's sword was as stable as it was in the beginning and incessantly pressing forward.

It was just like walking along a row of crops, but it was even more similar to climbing amongst the precipitous crags of Mount Li. The speed was slow, but the feet were extremely stable. Thus, there would eventually come a day when one could walk to the highest point.

The stone platform was pervaded with dust, sword glows flashing intermittently within. With a sudden clear cry, Liang Banhu drew back his sword and returned, lightly retreating several zhang before his feet rested on the ground.

The hand holding his sword was still stable, his expression still calm. He was just like a peasant that had completed his farming for the day.

The expert from the Emotion-Severing Sect somewhat incredulously gazed at his abdomen. At some point, a wound had appeared there.

The wound was not deep, with not much blood flowing from it, but it was very straight, looking just as if it had been drawn on.

This battle had already been decided.

Many people thought that Liang Banhu might obtain victory. Although he was the least renowned of the Divine Kingdom's Seven Laws, in the end, he was still a part of the Divine Kingdom's Seven Laws.

But no one had expected him to easily…or to be more precise, to so stably obtain victory.

Only a person with complete control over the situation could deny their opponent any chance, could give off a sense of stability akin to walking along a row of crops or steadily climbing a mountain, a feeling that this was inevitable and right.

Even more shocking was that from beginning to end, he had only used the most ordinary sword style of Mount Li: the Mountain Gate Sword.

”Concede.”

Liang Banhu sheathed his sword, clasped his hands and bowed towards the Emotion-Severing Sect expert, then returned to the Mount Li Sword Sect group, his expression still unchanging.

But Zhexiu's gaze was the most sensitive. He noticed that when sheathing the sword, Liang Banhu's sleeve had been trembling somewhat.

When confronting his opponent, the hand wielding the sword had been so stable. Now, after emerging victorious, why was his hand trembling?

It was naturally not tension or unease, but a concealed excitement, or happiness after some oppressive pressure in the chest was finally relieved.

The injured Emotion-Severing Sect expert was helped off the stage and received the treatment of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. A wandering cultivator from the northwest, his face pale and his appearance dour, slightly creased his brow as he gazed in the direction of the people from the Mount Li Sword Sect. Tianliang County was in the northwest, and besides the Snow Mountain Sect, the sects and wandering cultivators of the tens of thousands of li in the northwest were linked in countless ways with the Emotion-Severing Sect and the Zhu clan.

To put it another way, they all revered Zhu Luo as a god.

It was very obvious that this wandering cultivator would issue a challenge to the Mount Li Sword Sect.

The Mount Li Sword Sect did not give him the chance.

Guan Feibai walked onto the stone platform and said expressionlessly to the wandering cultivator, ”Come then.”

Since I know that you plan to challenge, I might as well make it more straightforward and challenge you instead.

The Mount Li Sword Sect was not an inflexible sect that only had one style, but Guan Feibai's style was truly the most prominent in the Mount Li Sword Sect.

This sort of style was straightforward, fierce, unyielding, arrogant. It originated from Su Li and had persisted for several centuries now.

Upon hearing Guan Feibai's cold voice, the area around the stone platform grew even quieter.

The wandering cultivator from the northwest had a rather ugly complexion, but in the end, he could no longer remain where he was and slowly walked onto the stage.

Guan Feibai raised his left hand to hold his longsword horizontally in front of his eyes. His expression indifferent, he did not speak.

The wandering cultivator slowly pulled out his sword, his expression grave, his sleeves drifting about as he emitted his Qi outwards and gradually began to build up energy.

A clear whistle!

Guan Feibai rushed forward, his sword pulled from its sheath and slashing through the lake wind, heading towards the wandering cultivator.

The dust which was still slowly settling to the floor billowed into the air once more and the surface of the lake was jolted even more seriously.

Snicksnicksnicksnick! Four extremely clear sounds of the edge of a sword cutting through a body could be heard, and four sword glows directly slashed apart the lake wind and waters!

With a groan, the wandering cultivator continuously retreated, utterly incapable of blocking Guan Feibai's sword as wound after wound appeared on his abdomen.

”Enough,” Gou Hanshi declared.

His voice was very soft, but everyone around the platform could hear it loud and clear.

Guan Feibai's sword energy was just at its peak, but upon hearing his senior brother's words, he forcefully halted his steps.

With a crack, a gray stone under his foot suddenly gained a few fine lines.

The wandering cultivator simply did not believe that he would stop when told to stop, and moreover…that he really could stop when told to.

His already prepared defensive technique could not be released, so his true essence began to flow backwards, making it impossible for him to stop his feet.

He fell back like an intoxicated man, his steps growing more and more disorderly. Ultimately, he was unable to stand firm and fell on his butt, a quite embarrassing appearance.

At this time, Guan Feibai had already sheathed his sword and turned around, heading back to the Mount Li Sword Sect's spot.

The wandering cultivator from the northwest gazed at Guan Feibai's back, his face pale to the extreme and brimming with shame and suffering. His agitated mind and the flaring up of his internal injuries were finally impossible to endure, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The stone platform by the lake was still silent, even more silent than previously, a deathly stillness.

Tang Thirty-Six said nothing. In a rare occurrence, he did not throw a few jeers at Guan Feibai.