The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 803: The Despicable Sword is Also Despicable! [Three-in-One] (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 803: The Despicable Sword is Also Despicable! [Three-in-One] (Part 1)

Chapter 803: The Despicable Sword is Also Despicable! [Three-in-One] (Part 1)

With a glance, Fang Che felt it was quite obvious.

Compared to the time in the Yin-Yang Realm, Shi Changjian was clearly much more composed.

There was even a hint of the same aura as Ding Jieruo on his body.

Even more steady like a mountain, unmoving like a majestic peak.

Upon seeing such a person, Fang Che felt an urge to step forward and give him a beating! He said, "Lord Yan, it seems that this Pagoda Sect cannot be spared. Their hostility towards us is so intense that it's already in our faces."

Yan Beihan forced a bitter smile, "I have the same thought as you. If we were to annihilate the Pagoda Sect, it would be a hundred harms and no benefits for us in the future when we try to subdue and unite the other sects."

"Lord Yan is right."

Fang Che agreed, "However, this Pagoda Sect is still a family-run sect, and the Sect Leader shares the same surname as the Patriarch, Qu. Could it be that the Patriarch's descendants have been passing down the lineage?"

"Indeed."

Yan Beihan replied indifferently, "Don't underestimate a family-run sect. In a family with a legacy spanning thousands of years, those who are the focus of cultivation will not produce spoiled and useless heirs."

Fang Che said, "Lord Yan is right."

He then asked, "Is that young man Shi Changjian?"

Yan Beihan pointed with his hand and said, "Yes, the one behind Qu Wuhui is Shi Changjian. Do you recognize this person?"

"I don't recognize him."

Fang Che replied quickly.

Yan Beihan said indifferently, "After today, you will."

However, a sudden surge of rage rose within him, and he couldn't help but want to kick this guy into the snow, making him do a face-plant.

We entered the Yin-Yang Realm together, and we met Shi Changjian together. Yet now, this guy claims not to recognize him without even batting an eye! Ice Aunt was right; men are born liars.

When men lie, if you don't know their true nature, you'll never see through their lies.

Fortunately, I know this despicable man's true nature. Otherwise, seeing his foolish and bewildered face, I would have been deceived!

Yan Beihan increasingly felt that he couldn't let Ye Meng know that he was aware of his true identity. This bastard was truly hateful. If he didn't play with him a few more times, it would be unfair to his ability to lie without blushing, gasping, or even blinking! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but complain inwardly. Feng Yun was really asking for trouble by investigating the Life and Death Squad. It was like a dog trying to catch a mouse...

The Pagoda Sect's Sect Leader, Qu Wuhui, had already arrived before the crowd. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Lord Han."

Bing Tianxue hummed, merely nodding indifferently without responding.

Her seniority was far above Qu Wuhui, so there was no need to be overly polite. Qu Wuhui understood this.

Qu Wuhui then cupped his hands again and said, "Greetings, Miss Yan. It's nice to see you again."

Fang Che noticed that this Qu Wuhui's eyes were cold and sharp. Even when he smiled, the ice and snow in his eyes didn't melt in the slightest.

The 'stiff, cold, and solemn' aura on his body was extremely intense.

He was clearly not one to joke around.

Yan Beihan replied indifferently, "Qu Sect Leader, what are your thoughts?"

Qu Wuhui replied stiffly, "The Patriarch has ordered that if the Only Righteous Sect's young generation cannot even pass through our Pagoda Sect's checkpoint, then there's no need to discuss splitting our sect."

Yan Beihan said coldly, "Today, we shall make a clear decision!"

"Then, let's wait and see."

Immediately, Qu Wuhui led his people and sat down on the opposite platform. He lifted the hem of his robe, and all the snow on the seats instantly disappeared.

Qu Wuhui sat in the middle, and the others also took their seats one after another.

Among them, a few people secretly glanced at this side.

Only Shi Changjian, dressed in black, stood in his original position with a cold and sharp expression, his features distinct.

His black hair fluttered in the snow, and with his hand on the sword hilt, he stepped onto the stage.

Fang Che looked closely and indeed couldn't sense Shi Changjian's cultivation fluctuations, making it impossible to determine his current rank.

Shi Changjian climbed onto the stage without saying a word and stood in one corner, holding his sword.

He was like a statue.

The Pagoda Sect's Sect Leader, Qu Wuhui, said indifferently, "This is my personal disciple, Shi Changjian. This year, he is twenty-seven years old. This child is quite promising, and I like this personal disciple."

"He can be considered the outstanding talent among the young generation of our Pagoda Sect. However, compared to the Only Righteous Sect's vast population and tens of thousands of years of accumulated heritage, it's not something we can compete with."

Qu Wuhui didn't hide his high regard for this personal disciple at all.

"There's no need for us to go into detail about the Only Righteous Sect's intentions towards our sect. Everything will be decided by the outcome of the young generation's contest."

"If the Only Righteous Sect's young generation defeats my disciple, then we'll discuss the next steps. If they can't, then there won't be any further discussions."

These words, though repeated, didn't feel repetitive to everyone because Qu Wuhui deliberately emphasized the 'young generation' and even said it several times!

His emphasis made everyone, including the old demons and the four princesses, feel a bit annoyed and eager to fly up and slap him: How many times have you said these words? You're being so repetitive; aren't you tired of it?

Qu Wuhui smiled faintly and sat down on the platform seat, looking at Yan Beihan, "Miss Yan, if it were the Only Righteous Sect, wouldn't there be a young genius who hasn't been defeated yet? After losing the previous round, why did it take so long for them to come? Are they intensively cultivating someone?"

Yan Beihan's face turned cold, and she said indifferently, "Today, let Qu Sect Leader see the genius of our Only Righteous Sect!"

After saying this, she led her people onto the platform.

Fang Che transmitted his voice, "Lord Yan, can we kill him?"

Yan Beihan immediately understood that Ye Meng had murderous intent and hurriedly stopped him, "No killing!"

This was Qu Wuhui's favorite disciple, even closer than his own family. If Ye Meng, this killer, were to chop him down with a sword, the subsequent negotiations with the Pagoda Sect would be completely pointless.

"Not only can we not kill him, but we also need to drag out the fight a bit. Don't knock him down with just a few moves." Yan Beihan instructed.

Fang Che's face darkened, and he could only nod.

This girl has a lot of faith in me. I don't even know my own abilities, and she's already asking me to go easy on him...

Everyone had taken their seats on the platform, leaving only Fang Che alone.

This is getting a little too noticeable.

On the opposite side, the Pagoda Sect Leader, Qu Wuhui, flashed a look and said, "Is this the young expert that Young Lady Yan found after her defeat in the previous battle?"

The four words 'young expert' from Qu Wuhui were spoken with utmost solemnity.

Yan Beihan's face darkened as she replied, "Not bad. If he loses to Shi Changjian, then our Only Righteous Sect will leave, and we won't discuss splitting up the Pagoda Sect anymore!"

Qu Wuhui said, "Young Lady Yan is so confident. It seems you're determined to win. May I ask who this person is? Which disciple of the Only Righteous Sect's younger generation are you?"

His words were filled with mockery and skepticism.

Finally, Yan Beihan lost her patience and waved her hand, saying, "Go up to the stage."

Fang Che finally received the signal he had been waiting for.

It must be said that this prelude even felt a bit too long for him.

It was even unnecessary: since the other party was so resolute, and the stage was set, there was no need for further talk. They could just start the fight.

Why bother with all this chattering? In the end, they still had to fight.

However, as far as Yan Beihan and Qu Wuhui were concerned, when the leaders of both sides met, it would be impolite not to exchange a few words.

Qu Wuhui was clearly trying to provoke Yan Beihan by repeatedly emphasizing the phrase 'younger generation'. Yan Beihan had no choice but to endure it.

Because they had lost the previous match, before the outcome of this one was decided, no matter what she said, she could only hold it in and not lash out.

Fang Che straightened his body, and a surge of malevolent aura burst forth from him.

Suddenly, the snowflakes in the sky were shaken by the malevolent aura, swirling and scattering in all directions!

In a stern voice, he declared, "I am the Night Demon, leader of the Night Demon Sect, a young expert of the Only Righteous Sect! I have come to witness the skills of the Pagoda Sect's top disciple!"

The malevolent aura raged, and killing intent filled the air.

On the opposite side, everyone from the Pagoda Sect was stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but fix their eyes on the Night Demon.

Was this the Night Demon who had recently shaken the world?

Just one appearance was enough to make him seem extraordinary.

His aura was awe-inspiring, and the malevolent aura was overwhelming, finally earning Yan Beihan some face.

Yan Beihan smiled and said, "Qu Wuhui, is the Night Demon considered a young expert? Is this not against the rules?"

Qu Wuhui's face turned solemn, and he replied, "Although the Night Demon has shaken the world with his reputation, he is not very old. He only started to make a name for himself last year, so he can definitely be considered a young expert."

He smiled faintly and said, "The Only Righteous Sect's plan to nurture bugs into gods, the two-time champion, the Night Demon, whose reputation is so great that it shakes the entire martial world. Changjian, you must be careful."

Shi Changjian, who was on the stage, finally spoke for the first time since the match began, "Master, rest assured!"

He immediately closed his mouth, emphasizing the value of his words.

Fang Che was a bit puzzled, so he took a closer look and confirmed that this was not Ding Jieran in disguise.

It must be said that they looked like they were made from the same mold.

Fang Che had a problem, and it was caused by Ding Jieran: whenever he saw someone truly silent and taciturn, he got itchy and wanted to beat them up!

Fang Che's body floated, rising from the ground and onto the stage. He stood in one corner.

The malevolent aura surged.

With both of them standing on the stage, they looked like two statues, neither of them speaking a word.

To Yan Beihan and Qu Wuhui, the spectators on both sides seemed like two silent gourds meeting each other.

Unbeknownst to them, one was a real silent gourd, while the other was fake.

"Clang!"

Shi Changjian drew his sword from its sheath, and a flash of green light shot into the sky, sharp and intimidating.

Shi Changjian looked at his sword, and a trace of fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

It was fanaticism for the sword.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they saw the Night Demon also slowly raise his hand. His dry and powerful hand gently pressed down on the hilt of his sword.

It was just a simple action of placing his hand on the hilt, but it gave off a very layered feeling: raising his hand, spreading his fingers, lowering it, and gripping the hilt.

Then, "Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

As the Night Demon drew his sword, the spirit energy in the scabbard vibrated, and the continuous contact between the blade and the scabbard produced a sound of clashing gold and iron, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

It exuded an extreme killing intent, eager to drink blood and return. The killing intent accompanied the continuous 'clang, clang, clang' sounds, filling the air.

Just the action of drawing the sword produced over two hundred sounds, and the aura was immediately at its peak.

Even before they started fighting, this clashing sound was already more than two hundred times, and the atmosphere was intense.

Both sides of the spectators had black faces.

Fortunately, it only sounded two hundred times. We thought you were going to keep it up for a whole day and night! This is really showing off to the extreme!

It's just drawing a sword, do you have to make such a fuss? With their long swords in hand, each person seemed to be holding a pool of autumn water.

In the snow, they flashed with a greenish-blue light.

Fang Che raised his hand, and as the sword turned sideways, a green light enveloped it, and a cloud of mist covered the sword.

His body didn't move, his hand didn't move, the sword didn't move, but the sound of the dragon's roar and the tiger's howl lingered in the air, lingering for a long time.

An aged voice said, "The Night Demon is indeed a prodigy of heaven, able to possess such a divine artifact. This sword is a soulful weapon, made of divine metal, right? What is the name of this sword?"

The speaker was an old man sitting next to the Pagoda Sect Leader.

This sentence, on the surface, praised Fang Che's sword, but it was actually a reminder to Shi Changjian: the Night Demon's sword is made of divine metal! Be careful!

Bing Tianxue became furious and shouted, "Pagoda Sect, how shameless!"

"It's natural for martial artists to be curious about divine weapons. What's wrong with that, Elder Han? In the end, the outcome of the battle depends on the strength of both sides, not the quality of the swords."

Qu Wuhui said, "The Night Demon's sword does make one envious."

Fang Che held his sword across his chest, bent his finger, and plucked the sword, producing a dragon's roar. The lingering sound became more and more enchanting. With an extremely arrogant posture and tone, he slowly said, "The Night Demon has never been defeated; this sword, Dark Lord, will subdue the eight directions!"

On the spectator stand, Yan Beihan's mouth twitched, and the urge to hit someone rose again. If I remember correctly, during the young experts' friendly match, this guy proudly told me that his saber was named Dark Lord?

And now he also has a sword, and its name is also Dark Lord.

Dark Lord Saber, Dark Emperor Sword?

Yan Beihan felt like he had grasped the Night Demon's idea. If this bastard had something else, wouldn't he be called the Underworld King? Or the Underworld General? Or the Underworld God?

It had to be said that this character really allowed the Night Demon to play around.

With this reminder, Shi Changjian's eyes became solemn.

The long sword suddenly trembled, and a continuous sound of dragon roars and tiger roars rang out, "Please!"

"Please!"

Both men held their swords and bowed, then charged forward together.

Fang Che was cautious because he didn't know the other's power or realm.

He didn't dare to use less strength, nor did he dare to use all his might.

Using less strength, he feared being at a disadvantage, and using all his strength, he feared killing Shi Changjian...

Shi Changjian's long sword turned into a beam of unstoppable light, rushing forward. By the time you saw it, it was already a phantom.

Fang Che finally got the signal.

The Blood Spirit Seven Swords continuously blocked.

The two swords crossed, and their positions switched. Then, without any agreement, they twisted their waists, raised their swords, turned around, and slashed wildly!

The two had almost the same idea, and their first move was to swing their long swords in a circle, using them like broadswords and slashing down fiercely!

The first sword!

Fang Che assessed the other's realm in his mind—Venerable Realm, no, even higher.

The swords clashed, sparks flew, and Shi Changjian was also trying to gauge the Night Demon's realm.

For this Night Demon who had shocked the world, Shi Changjian didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

No one who had gained fame throughout the world had done so through boasting! This was the most honest point.

So he was also constantly testing.

The second sword!

The third sword!

The two swords kept clashing, and with each clash, they could sense the other increasing their strength.

Fang Che himself started from the third level of the Venerable Realm and gradually increased his strength, raising it six times in a row!

Shi Changjian still matched him in strength.

Fang Che was already a bit astonished: What cultivation level did Shi Changjian have?

You should know that my Venerable Realm is at the peak of the ninth level, almost equivalent to the combat power of a Sage King!

Shi Changjian could still keep up. How much did he absorb during this Guanding, and what level did he reach?

Across from him, Shi Changjian's heart grew heavier and heavier.

Others might not know, but he himself had a clear idea. Originally, he was at the Venerable Realm, and after the grandmaster passed on his cultivation, he waited for it to settle and become his own.

Although more than ninety percent of the power had been lost, less than ten percent had truly become his own power!

And this power allowed him to leap directly from the Venerable Realm, bypassing the Sage Realm.

Now, he was at the first level of the Sage King Realm!

And he was the first genius among the younger generation of the Pagodas Sect, with top-notch roots and talents!

This was absolutely different from the Sage King first level of ordinary martial artists! He had the strength to fight across realms, and during sparring within the sect, even the fifth-level Sage King masters were no longer his match.

(End of Chapter)

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