Chapter 462 - Head of the Su Family (2/2)
The voice resonated so strongly throughout several of the peaks that people couldn’t help but be surprised. They turned to look in the direction of the voice, where they saw an old man dressed in a rosewood-colored robe taking large strides up the mountain path with his hands clasped behind him.
Even though he was an elderly, gray-haired man, he looked energetic. His eyes were especially striking. His grave stare produced an intangible force upon everyone, making them feel suffocated.
Several elders from the cultivation sects in the Apotheosis Realm looked at him, dumbfounded. They took in the jade-green reed hanging from his waist, and the people coming after him, including Su Yue and Su Zimu. Shock rippled through them. “Senior Su Ying!”
The old man was none other than the present Head of the Su family, Su Ying. When Xiao Chen heard people utter this name, he thought, “Grandpa?”
Xiao Chen turned around to look and saw that it was indeed the Su family. He immediately scanned the entourage and found Su Yue, Su Zimu, Su Wan, and several Su family disciples. He didn’t see his mother. Though dejected, he also felt relaxed. He was glad that his mother didn’t come.
Finally, his attention landed on Su Ying. Was this old man truly his grandfather? He had imagined quite a few times how Su Ying would look. He had the feeling that he was the imposing and unapproachable sort. Now that he saw Su Ying in person, he seemed right on the mark.
Su Ying was also looking at him, his stern gaze immediately turning gentle. He nodded at Xiao Chen, surprising the latter. Shouldn’t his grandfather reject him just because he had the surname Xiao?
Even so, the moment he remembered how the Su family looked down on his father, took his mother away, and even forbade her to meet his father again, he was down spirited again. He forcefully turned his head and looked away.
His action didn’t seem to irritate Su Ying. On the contrary, it was Su Yue who frowned. Su Wan scoffed and said, “What a brat.”
Mo Jinyan’s gaze turned cold when he saw the Su family. Underneath, the crowd was crying out in surprise, “It’s the former chief! It’s really the former chief!”
Su Ying was the former chief of the Daoist League of Five Continents. He commanded great status as a person of virtue and prestige. Even though he was also a Grand Completion Realm cultivator, his prestige far surpassed that of White-brow Solitarian. Quite a few people in the crowd were running over to him, some of them being sect leaders. “Senior Su, do you still remember me? You once gave me some pointers on cultivation fifty years ago!”
Commotion swiftly swept the crowd. Su Ying’s sudden arrival nearly overshadowed Xiao Chen and Mo Jinyan’s battle. Ziyun’er had also lost her grumpiness and was smiling from ear to ear. “This is great! Senior Su is here to help you, my Lord!”
Mo Jinyan clenched his fingers so hard that his bones creaked in protest. His expression was progressively worsening as if it was covered with layer upon layer of dark clouds. He yelled, “Enough! Today is the day of the battle on Mount Wuyue! What are you guys fussing about? Make your noise down the mountain!”
The crowd immediately fell silent and turned to look at him. Su Ying narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Indeed, the young will one day surpass the old.”
White-brow Solitarian coughed once and landed on the snow-covered ground. “Since the Head of the Su family is here, then let us begin the battle today.”
The crowd once again refocused their attention on the two young men in the arena. Huangfu Xin’er stood under a distant tree, watching with rapt attention. Xiaoyue, Zuoqiu Yang, and the others were doing the same. The three youngsters from yesterday were clenching their hands as they stared fixedly at the arena.
Xiao Chen composed himself. Since the Su family was here, he mustn’t let them look down on the Xiao family. With such a thought in mind, he said coldly, “Let’s start!” Following the end of his sentence, an orb of light materialized and raced toward Mo Jinyan. The Unsullied Sword also appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye. He swiped the sword, producing a sword light to strike Mo Jinyan.
The onlookers were stunned to see that it wasn’t Mo Jinyan, but Xiao Chen who made the first move. Seeing how ferocious Xiao Chen’s sword momentum was, Mo Jinyan also whipped out a blunt sword that seemed several times heavier than regular ones. The blade had neither a pointed end nor an edge, but it kept emanating a cold aura that appeared to lower the temperature of its surroundings.
“Clang!” The swords collided, producing sparks in the air. Mo Jinyan felt his arm sinking from the weight. Never in a million years did he imagine that one swing of his opponent’s sword would be this powerful, leaving no leeway whatsoever.
Before he could react, Xiao Chen was already swinging his sword again. This time, it was as eye-piercing as a ray of light piercing through the halo, bringing with it an aura that could engulf mountains and rivers. Thousands of layers of snow erupted from the ground, covering the air with specks of ice. “Clang!” An ear-splitting sound resonated as the snow coating the cliff cascaded without an end.
The force of the attack sent Mo Jinyan tumbling backward nearly seventy or eighty feet. A look of incredulity crossed his face. This Xiao Chen was completely different from the one that Mo Yu and Mo Wen mentioned. The difference was like heaven and earth!
Xiao Chen smirked. Since he had taken the initiative to suppress his opponent, he would never give the latter any chance to counterattack. While thinking, he was already charging forward and forming a strange, quick dance with his sword in hand. The wind swiftly picked up. Tens of sword-shaped silhouettes materialized in the air, each one looking as tangible as the real thing, and enveloped Mo Jinyan in a split second.
Since this was a battle of swords on the Wuyue Sword Conversation, they naturally had to compete using their swordsmanship. The crowd watched the battle with their jaws open. They had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship. Each time the sword attacked, snow would scatter and wind would rise. He was using one of the moves in Ling Yin’s self-invented 33-fold Green Flute Swordplay, Phoenix’s Cry Amid Bamboos.
Mo Jinyan was stunned. His opponent’s swordsmanship was so polished that he couldn’t even find a flaw to exploit. He hastily leaned backward. “Tss!” One of the swords slashed him on the shoulder, spilling his blood. The crowd of onlookers gasped in shock. This time, their shocked gazes were focused on Xiao Chen.