Free Web NovelChapter 30: Chapter 30
Although Desolate Sword was the last of the Seven Sons, his Sword Dao cultivation was enough to rank in the top twenty sword cultivators of Silver Willow dynasty.
What was more, this person’s talent was the highest among the Seven Sons.
At less than a hundred years old, he had already reached Great Grandmaster Peak. He was the person within the Sword Sect with the most hope of surpassing the current sect master and becoming the new generation’s Sword Dao leader.
"So it’s Senior Desolate Sword! No wonder his Sword Dao cultivation is so astonishing. I thought Silver Willow’s Sword Dao had produced yet another great talent!"
Once Max pointed out Desolate Sword’s identity, the officials suddenly realized the truth. Clearly, they all knew his great name.
"Then who are those two who have fought Senior Desolate Sword for so long without losing ground? I wonder if Brother Max can clear up our confusion?"
Max broke out in a cold sweat. After a long while, he stammered, "To be able to fight Senior Desolate Sword without falling into a disadvantage... they... they must not be nameless nobodies." frёewebnoѵēl.com
Seeing Max evade the question, the officials understood perfectly well.
This person had just been lucky enough to meet Desolate Sword once before, which was why he recognized him. As for the other two, he did not know them at all.
Ignoring Max, the officials fundamentally did not want to miss such a world-shocking battle. A sight like this was something they might not stumble upon even once in a lifetime.
As they watched, one official voiced a doubt. "Everyone, don’t you find it strange? Why is it that after so long, the Night Watch Bureau hasn’t arrived yet?!"
This...
The officials could not answer either. Looking at the shocking battle high in the sky, they fell into deep thought.
Sitting by the window, Adam was relaxed and leisurely. While watching the battle above, he perked up his ears, listening to the officials’ discussions.
The doubt raised by that official was exactly the doubt in Adam’s own heart.
The capital was the imperial city, and the Night Watch Bureau managed its daily public security. With three Great Grandmasters fighting a massive battle high in the sky, causing such a huge commotion, it was impossible not to alert the Night Watch Bureau.
If they were afraid of these three people’s strength, that did not make sense either. Within the Night Watch Bureau, there were also Great Grandmasters.
The current Head of the Night Watch Bureau was rumored to be a figure who had stepped into the Mortal Supreme realm.
If the Head was willing to act, he could definitely stop this conflict.
Such a great battle had already been going on for a long time, yet not a single trace of a Night Watch envoy was seen. This was truly a bit bizarre.
After watching the battle a while longer, Adam lost most of his interest, his current Comprehension of the Sword Dao was extremely deep.
It was only hindered by his cultivation being merely at the Grandmaster realm, so he could not fully display his Sword Dao.
Desolate Sword’s Sword Dao had only provided a slight improvement at the very beginning.
After a while, his insights did not increase by another fraction, continuing to watch was a pure waste of time.
He shifted his focus from the battle back to the historical text in his hand. However, just in the gap of turning his head, seeing a scene outside the window, Adam’s expression suddenly turned solemn.
It was her. Adam never expected to see Maren Veil again in the capital.
On the streets, several Sword Sect disciples stood guard around Maren with their swords drawn, expressions grim.
A group of Demonic Cult disciples was pressing in step by step, yet they did not dare make the first move. The two sides were locked in a tense standoff on the capital’s streets.
If either side in the sky above were to fall in defeat, the delicate balance between the two groups on the ground would instantly shatter.
High in the sky, Desolate Sword’s sword intent was overflowing, and his aura surged ever higher. His green robes billowed and his long hair whipped wildly.
What was originally an evenly matched battle was gradually tilting in his favor.
The expressions on Elara and Black Robe’s faces grew increasingly ugly.
Desolate Sword’s sword qi was growing stronger with every strike. If this entanglement continued, they would sooner or later face defeat.
"Desolate Sword, is your Sword Sect truly intent on making an enemy of our Demonic Cult?"
"If you hand over that remnant of the Veil, our Demonic Cult will let this matter go. But if your Sword Sect remains stubbornly ignorant and ruins our grand plans, do not blame us for marching out in full force to erase your Sword Sect from Silver Willow dynasty."
Desolate Sword’s Daoist robes fluttered, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "You demonic scum, how dare you threaten this humble Daoist! Your Demonic Cult slaughters the living beings of this world. Everyone on the righteous path has the right to execute you."
"Furthermore, the ancestors of the Veil Manor bestowed a great favor upon my Sword Sect. You demonic scum nearly annihilated their entire clan. No matter what, I cannot tolerate you."
Desolate Sword’s sword intent intensified by another thirty percent, his combat prowess exploding.
A streak of sword qi several meters long, carrying a momentum capable of severing the heavens, slashed toward Elara and Black Robe.
Wherever the sword qi passed, the void shattered, accompanied by a chorus of sonic booms.
A trace of terror surfaced on Elara’s face, she hurriedly shouted into the void. "Chief Eunuch Allen, if you still don’t make a move, black Robe and I are going to bleed out right here!"
"The two of us dying is a small matter, but if we ruin Your Excellency’s plans, that would be terribly bad."
"Trash, you can’t even handle this trifling matter. Your Demonic Cult is truly becoming more and more useless."
A cold, sinister voice echoed from the void. Immediately after, Allen, clad in his python-patterned imperial robes, appeared high in the sky.
He cast his gaze toward that incoming sword qi.
The sword strike, which originally seemed to possess the power to overturn mountains and rivers, gradually weakened.
