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Chapter 217: Gangbang Him!
Chapter 217: Gangbang Him!
Eradicate the Sect!
Those eerily casual words spilled from the young man’s lips, his appearance no different from an ordinary scholar out for a stroll. The unreality of it left the two sword sect disciples momentarily stunned, convinced they’d misheard.
But they’d soon have no chance to question further.
“Hiss!”
A flash of sword light arced through their necks. Two heads rolled, their blood staining the ground as it sent shockwaves through the Supreme Sword Sect.
“Who dares?!”
“Who dares trespass against our sect?!”
Rays of sword light erupted from the Xuanjian Mountains, voices laced with fury and alarm. But before they could react, their cries were severed mid-throat.
Atop the mountain’s peak, two Foundation-Building True Men—Xuanjin Sword Master and Xuanyin Sword Sovereign—jolted from meditation. Their spiritual senses screamed of impending doom. Xuanjin’s face paled as he rushed out of his cultivation chamber, staring toward the disturbance.
Then both froze.
“What… is that?”
The Xuanjian Mountains, nestled among verdant peaks, now faced a sea of white—a countless horde of figures surging forward, clad in armor, wielding swords by the tens of thousands.
Leading them: a man and a woman.
The woman, peerlessly beautiful and coldly aloof, stood behind an Ebon Qi Maelstrom Palace. The man beside her wore a Yin-Yang Grand Dao Diagram, his face sour. Both were Foundation-Building True Men, yet they stood respectfully aside, flanking a dark-robed Divine Sage, his sword held reversed.
Xuanyin’s breath hitched. Though the horde below weren’t True Men, their puppet-like forms still radiated terrifying might. Just one of them equaled the entire Supreme Sword Sect.
Xuanyin moved to confront them—only for Xuanjin to grip his arm, trembling.
“Mystic Gold…!” Xuanyin turned, startled to see Xuanjin, usually so proud, now pale and trembling.
“It’s him! That demon!”
The words chilled Xuanyin. Xuanjin had fled from Jiangbei, his tales of terror fresh in their minds.
“Activate the sword formation!”
A thousand swords roared in unison, their light blazing across the heavens.
Yet Lv Yang stood unfazed, smiling. “Do you think I’m foolish enough to charge in headfirst, relying on brute strength?”
“What—?”
Before Xuanyin could react, bloodcurdling screams erupted across the mountains. The protective sword formation, meant to repel outsiders, turned on the sect’s own disciples. Sword light rained down, piercing through Refining Qi disciples unprepared for the betrayal.
The mountains ran red.
“This can’t be!” Xuanyin roared, Xuanjin gaping in horror. “How could the sword formation betray us?!”
“Why not?” Lv Yang shrugged. “The Supreme Sword Sect’s formation arts aren’t a secret. Did you think I’d come unprepared?”
He’d infiltrated the formation days earlier, masking his presence with Star Veil, his Six-Star Formation Art mastery rewriting its core.
“I wouldn’t have come without certainty. When I say ‘eradicate the sect,’ I mean it’s already doomed. Today’s just cleanup.”
His words hung in the air—until a piercing sword cry erupted from the mountain’s core. Moments later, a towering, sword-browed figure emerged: a middle-aged Daoist clad in robes, his gaze slicing through the chaos. He raised a hand, unleashing thousands of sword lights to shield the disciples.
Their eyes met.
A flash—then sword light cleaved the void.
Lv Yang’s Divine Ability flared, deflecting the strike effortlessly.
“Sword Intent… impressive,” Lv Yang mused. “I’ve heard you inherited Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s legacy. Care to share some of its secrets?”
“You want them?” The man’s gaze sharpened. “Your Divine Ability’s strong, but it’s not innate. You’re not even a mid-stage True Man yet—your power’s artificially bolstered. A house of cards.”
Lv Yang smirked. “I’ve fought stronger sword cultivators. You’re no different.”
He thought of Ye Xingfeng, the only one to defeat mid-stage True Men without crossing realms—a gap wider than divine abilities could explain.
“You and I,” the sword master said, “are evenly matched. But I won’t run.”
He struck again—thousands of sword lights.
Lv Yang’s Hundredfold Barriers Cloak absorbed them, his fingers weaving seals. The formation beneath the mountains surged, ensnaring the entire sect.
“Enough!” The sword master unleashed a storm of strikes, each weaker but countless. “Break his defenses!”
But Lv Yang moved first.
“True Man Yinshan, attack Guillotine Dragon Pass! Use blood aura to weaken its formation power!”
Light erupted—from the void, Han Xiang, Yu Chan, and over ten True Men emerged, their faces stunned.
They’d expected Lv Yang to merely assault the pass. Instead, he’d teleported the entire Xuanjian Mountains into a battlefield.
“Why wait?” Lv Yang laughed. “We’re villains—since when do we play fair? Gangbang him!”
“Wait—this is a misunderstanding—!”
Too late.
Over ten True Men unleashed their Spirit Treasures in unison, their divine lights devouring the sword master.
Who said Foundation-Building had to be fair? When you’ve got numbers, even a mid-stage True Man falls to the crowd.
(End of Chapter)
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