Chapter 377: Descent of the Divine Sword (I) (2/2)

This matter shook the higher-ups of the Warrior Temple, but since Ye Weiyang was the descendant of Commander Ye, they couldn’t force her no matter what. All they could do was secretly search for the knight who had inherited Ye Wushang’s Aria of the Goddess of Light of. They actually even made contact with the Knight Temple.

Only, after several months passed, that person never showed himself.

In the meanwhile, hearing Long Haochen mention that, Xu Zhongliang’s shock was as one might well imagine.

Xu Zhongliang saw Long Haochen’s right hand that appeared to be of a brilliant golden color emit a soft golden light. It materialized quietly, and immediately, a cold sword intent flashed from it.

A gigantic golden sword was held high above his head, the bead on its tip sending out a bright light. The sword intent was not only projected from the divine sword, but also from Long Haochen’s body. In that instant, Xu Zhongliang’s shock was just too great. Only by standing there, Long Hoachen gave him the unsurpassed feeling of a man being one with his sword.

In fact, as an Auxiliary Hall Master of the Warrior Temple, Xu Zhongliang already surpassed 90,000 units of spiritual energy, standing as a powerhouse at the peak of the eighth step. But right at this moment, he actually felt insignificant in front of Long Haochen.

It wasn’t only him: all those people in the hall of the Warrior Temple stopped due to sensing the golden light. Of course, they didn’t have any hostility. That was the light attribute, which couldn’t belong to an enemy. Afterwards, that overflowing sword intent made everyone feel dull.

In that instant, they actually felt a misconception. It was as if the figure releasing all that light was really the sculpture of Commander Ye. But this was just an object.

The comparison was too intense. That tyrannical sword intent seemed to pierce the Warrior Temple, and that figure being in perfect unison with its sword appeared to be really extremely tall.

During the year he spent in seclusion, Long Haochen’s progress was earth-shattering as one might well imagine. Naturally, he didn’t only succeed the divine sword Aria of the Goddess of Light, but also its sword intent. In the meanwhile, he managed to combine it with the comprehension he gained at the time he repelled Ah’Bao while having his awakening as a god’s chosen one. Now, it was his own sword intent that took shape.

Undoubtedly, this was accomplished with the help from his great attributes as a god’s chosen one. Accurately speaking, the sword intent Long Haochen emitted had a specific difference from Ye Wushang’s all those years ago, and also his understanding of the swords was far from being able to compare with Ye Wushang at that time. However, in his hand was the Aria of the Goddess of Light, and he received the assistance from its sword intent. How could it not shock everyone present in the Warrior Temple.

The first time Xu Zhongliang saw the Aria of the Goddess of Light, he showed the greatest warrior salute as etiquette, before every warrior present immediately followed suit to present their respectful salute jointly.

The golden light vanished, and the Aria of the Goddess of Light disappeared back into Long Haochen’s hand. The unyielding sword intent disappeared accordingly, and ardent looks were directed at Long Haochen. Xu Zhongliang nodded with force, “Captain Long, please wait a moment. I will immediately report to the head.” After saying that, he swiftly turned around and left.

Long Haochen remained at the same place, looking at the sculpture before him without speaking. Although this sculpture didn’t contain the sword intent of the holy sword wielder Ye Wushang, in his heart, Long Haochen could feel the free and domineering aura of desperation he had on the battlefield. He vaguely felt a different understanding regarding sword intent on him.

This trip to the Warrior Temple was obviously not only to handle that military head of Starseeker City. That was just some side errand. The most important objective for him was to deliver the sword intent of Ye Wushang. That was the primary reason for his trip to the Warrior Temple.

A short time later, a dozen men entered the hall from the staircase. In front of them was an elder clad in a deep golden gown. This elder had a shock of silver hair, but gave off immense pressure, standing as domineering as a mountain.

Xu Zhongliang and the others, some of them possessing a tyrannical presence, followed at the back of this elder, and directly headed towards Long Haochen.

The elder in the golden gown revealed an excited expression, heading towards Long Haochen’s side in large strides. However, just as if he didn’t see him, Long Haochen was still staring fervently at that sculpture of the sword of a thousand years.

Xu Zhongliang was about to say something, only to be stopped by the elder’s hand. His eyes flashing with an extraordinary splendor, he murmured some words telling him not to disturb Long Haochen as he stood near him, scrutinizing this handsome youth closely.

No less than half an hour later, Long Haochen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stepped forward with his left foot, as his right hand moved forward like a bolt of lightning. Indistinctly, a faint golden radiance followed his movement.

With a very carefree feeling a sigh escaped from his mouth, and instantly, sharp hissing sounds rang out in the whole hall. The hissing disappeared in a flashing second, but the higher-ups of the Warrior Temple standing nearby were still filled with surprise. They had distinctly perceived the power in Long Haochen’s right hand. Without any fluctuation of spiritual energy, it was merely filled with pure sword intent. Just who was this youth?

“You’re Long Haochen?” The elder in the golden gown finally spoke, though his voice surprisingly seemed to be shaking slightly.

Long Haochen had a fright, discovering that another person stood at his side. Turning around, he happened to face the enraged elder in the golden gown.