Supreme Emperor of Swords

“It’s you. It’s really you.” Blood oozed from the corner of Li Muyun’s mouth. The bronze grimace mask on his face was broken from the middle, revealing half of his face. It was black as if it had been stained with ink. It was indescribably gloomy and horrible.

On the other side.

The white figure stood quietly.

He was slender and had a resolute face. His figure didn’t look very strong, and he was even a little thin. His long black hair was dancing wildly in the wind, but he had a natural momentum. Just his back made countless people feel that he was invincible.

“Big Brother, that’s enough. Stop before it’s too late.” The white-robed man sighed.

There had been white chaotic mist swirling around his face, making it hard for others to see his face clearly.

But Ding Hao already knew his real identity.

Since the word “Big Brother” was spoken, the mystery that had troubled Ding Hao for a long time was finally solved. Now everything could be explained. Ding Hao also sighed in his heart. “The gods send nuts to those who have no teeth.” He didn’t expect such a thing to happen. The two good friends who used to be as close as brothers now took different sides.

Li Muyun stood where he was and did not reply for a long time.

After a long while, he sighed in a low voice and shook his head, saying, “Stop? Haha. One single slip brings eternal regret, and looking back, one’s whole life has passed away… I can’t go back.”

The man in white said eagerly, “You can go back. Leave with me. I have a way to dispel the seal on your body.”

Li Muyun just shook his head.

“Second Brother, is it really… really you?” Chen Sheng asked in a trembling voice.

Sun Jiutian, Chen Qidong, and the others of the Honorable Alliance of Seven were also trembling with excitement.

After so many years, the seven brothers of the Honorable Alliance of Seven, who had once dominated the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, finally reunited again. When the Honorable Alliance of Seven was in its heyday, Ding Hao and the Eastern Academy of green shirts had not yet risen. At that time, among the new generation disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the Central Academy of white shirts was the most powerful. Li Muyun was the king, and Liang Feixue was low-key and powerful… The seven people of the Honorable Alliance of Seven all had their own unique skills and were invincible for a while.

Unfortunately, such glory was too short.

Later, Ding Hao took over and replaced everything.

In the blink of an eye, the Honorable Alliance of Seven became history. Their glory couldn’t withstand the passing of time. Later, too many things happened. Li Muyun and Liang Feixue disappeared one after another. After the Honorable Alliance of Seven was completely disbanded, even Chen Sheng and the others rarely regarded themselves as members of the Honorable Alliance of Seven.

This name had been buried in the torrent of time.

Chen Sheng and the other five people were outstanding among the disciples of the same generation in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Naturally, the sect did not treat them badly. Over the years, the strength of the five people had grown rapidly. They could be regarded as masters among the disciples of the same generation, but compared with Ding Hao and the other outstanding figures in the Eastern Academy of green shirts, they were much inferior.

Chen Sheng and the others originally thought that Li Muyun and Liang Feixue were dead. Unexpectedly, today, the two people, who were the most outstanding people in the Honorable Alliance of Seven in the past, appeared at the same time.

However, they showed up with such identities.

“Second Brother, is it you? Say something!” Sun Jiutian roared.

With a sigh, the chaotic silver mist around the man in white dissipated, revealing a determined and angular face. Although he appeared a little more mature than before, his charm did not change at all. If it was not Liang Feixue, who was as white as snow, who was it?

Liang Feixue nodded to Chen Sheng and others with a smile. He then turned around and saluted Ding Hao.

At present, Ding Hao had a very high status in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Whether Liang Feixue admitted that he was a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect or not, after all, they used to be from the same sect. This salute could be regarded as a recognition of Ding Hao’s identity, and he would never stand on his opposite side.

“Junior Brother Liang, it’s been a while.” Ding Hao nodded. “I haven’t seen you for many years. I didn’t expect that you would become the descendant of the Sky Immortal Sect. You have nice opportunities.”

On that night in Stone Mouth City, Ding Hao took Xie Jieyu, who was injured, to a small farm courtyard to heal. On that night, the descendants of the Hades Ghost Sect and the Sky Immortal Sect appeared. Compared with what had happened today, there was no doubt that Liang Feixue was the descendant of the Sky Immortal Sect.

Moreover, his aura was exactly the same as that of the descendant of the Sky Immortal Sect back at that time.

No wonder that night, the descendant of the Sky Immortal Sect earnestly persuaded the descendant of the Hades Ghost Sect. At that time, Ding Hao felt that they might know each other, and they had a close relationship. He didn’t expect that it would be like this.

Liang Feixue gave a wry smile and said, “I’m just a pawn, and this is not of my own accord.”

His words were full of bleakness.

After that, Liang Feixue turned to look at Li Muyun and said, “Big Brother, I know that you didn’t ask for all of these. Why don’t you fight back to destroy the Hades Ghost Sect and the curse on you? With your strength, where can’t you go? Why should you be subject to others?”

Li Muyun stood where he was quietly.

There were faint tears in his eyes under the mask, which flashed away.

When his eyes fell on the faces of Liang Feixue, Chen Sheng, Sun Jiutian, and other former brothers, and saw their concerned faces, he did not know what kind of feeling he had in his heart.

He had lost all his family a long time ago, these years were like hell to him. If there was anything else that could bring him a little warmth, it would be this brotherhood.

Unfortunately, there was no turning back.

“Big Brother, you… what happened to you?” Chen Sheng was very excited. He rushed over and shouted through the walls of Sword Intent, “If you still treat me as a brother of life and death, then tell me, why are you doing this? Why?”

Chen Sheng was really excited.

He was even a bit angry.

Over the years, the people that Chen Sheng admired most in his heart were still Li Muyun and Liang Feixue. He had thought about it again and again that if the two brothers did not disappear, with their aptitude and talent, their achievements would not be inferior to Ding Hao’s. Compared with Zhang Fan and Fang Tianyi, they were absolutely not bad.

On the 15th day of every month in the past few years, Chen Sheng and the other four brothers would reunite once. They would pour fine wine on the moon night and drink until they were completely drunk.

The 15th day was the day when Li Muyun and Liang Feixue went to the Sage Battlefield.

For the past few years, no one had forgotten their two elder brothers.

However, none of them had expected such an ending would come.

When Chen Sheng said that excitedly, he directly ignored the Sword Intent walls and rushed over.

Ding Hao sighed slightly and directly removed the walls.

Sun Jiutian and the others couldn’t wait to rush in.

“No, don’t come over, don’t…” Li Muyun shouted excitedly. He stretched out his hand, and a gentle force pushed Chen Sheng and others out.

“Big Brother!” Chen Sheng roared.

Li Muyun looked at them with a complicated expression, and then he looked at Liang Feixue as if he had figured out something. His confused and bleak eyes gradually became firm. He clenched his hands tightly and suddenly screamed to the sky.

“Ah… Ah!”

The roar was like rolling thunder, surging on the mountain range of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, shaking the clouds in the sky, which made countless birds and beasts in the mountain tremble. This voice was full of unwillingness to fate, endless sadness, and anger. It was like a crying of sadness and rage, which moved everyone present.

As the roar fell, it finally turned into laughter.

It was sinister laughter.

“Heehee…” Li Muyun was as gloomy as a ghost. He raised his hand and slowly wiped his face. A black light flashed, and the broken mask instantly recovered and covered his face again. He said crazily, “Everyone has to pay for what they have done. I’ve got to the place I’m at today by the choices I have made. So I can’t regret them or retreat.”

“Big Brother, you…” Chen Sheng and the others were shocked.

“Don’t call me Big Brother. It’s all over a long time ago. From today on, we will cut off all ties with each other and sever our friendship.” Li Muyun shouted coldly. With a wave of his fingers, a piece of the hem of his robe was cut off and floated in the air. A long scar on the ground just happened to appear between him and Chen Sheng and the others.

Chen Sheng and the others were stunned.

“Feixue, if you still see me as your Big Brother, then retreat. I have been looking forward to today’s battle with Ding Hao for too long. I will not give up halfway,” Li Muyun said word by word.

“Why bother?” Liang Feixue sighed.

“From the first sect competition of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, I have been suppressed by him, and I have never turned it over.” Li Muyun said loudly, “With my aptitude, I would be a core disciple in any other sect, but I was robbed of all the glory by Ding Hao. All the good things are his… Even if I can’t defeat him today, I will have a thorough battle, which will prove that I have existed in this world, and it will prove that I have also been glorious.”

Liang Feixue was stunned. In the end, he seemed to have figured out something and slowly retreated.

There was a trace of gratitude in Li Muyun’s eyes.

“Ding Hao, come on.” Li Muyun’s momentum rose again, and his fighting spirit was surging. The black Ghost Qi was like boiling lava.

Ding Hao nodded. “This time, I won’t show any mercy.”

Li Muyun laughed and said, “Either one of us will die. It’s a life-and-death battle.”

“I’ll fulfill your wish then.” As soon as Ding Hao finished speaking, he made a move directly.

The Sword Intent was surging.

The Saber Intent crossed the air.

He was like a god that couldn’t be defeated.

A terrifying battle broke out once more.

This time, Ding Hao did not hold back at all, and Li Muyun also completely gave up all the distracting thoughts in his heart. The two flashed, and in this small space, they tossed and turned, attacking each other.

The moves of the two seemed simple, but they contained horrible destructive power. However, the two of them had reached a tacit understanding and carefully controlled their own strength so as not to impact the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s gate and the others in the square.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring at the battle.

Many people wouldn’t see a battle of this level in their lives. It was even rarer for people like Ding Hao and Li Muyun to control their strength and keep it from leaking out. In the past, when the God Realm Masters fought on the battlefield above the Highest Heaven, it would cause the sun and the moon to fall apart.

The shock in everyone’s hearts was beyond words.

Originally, they thought that Ding Hao, Zhang Fan, Xie Jieyu, and Fang Tianyi were already the limit of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. They didn’t expect that there would be geniuses like Li Muyun and Liang Feixue. What had happened among the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect disciples in that year that so many God Realm Masters had stood out from them?

This probability was simply incredible.

Fortunately, there was a conflict between Li Muyun and Ding Hao. It seemed that today’s battle would not stop until one side was dead. Otherwise, if there were six or seven God Realm Masters in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, who else of the Human Clan in the entire Northern Region could compete with them?

It was scary to just think about it.

And at this time, the battle in the field finally came to an end.