The Descendant Self Sword trembled slightly as it unsheathed half of its body.

Following that, an immeasurably sharp Sword-based Daoist Rhyme emanated as a clear sword ray shot out from the sword's body.

The sword ray locked onto Murong Feiyu, making it hard for him to evade the attack.

“Not good!”

In a split second, Murong Feiyu made his judgment to unsheathe his sword and unleash bursts of Daoist Rhyme too. The moment he launched a sword attack, a billowing heatwave surged out!

However, the indomitable sword ray tore through the heatwave and landed on his body which instantly shredded apart his spiritual protection s.h.i.+eld and sent him flying dozens of feet away.

“How's this possible!” Vomiting blood, the pale-faced Murong Xuan laid on the ground with horror in his eyes.

Lan Yu shook her head after taking a look at him. “This is merely one-third of my Master's sword qi and you already can't take it. What makes you think you have the right to challenge my Master? You can leave now.”

At that, Lan Yu turned around with the Descendant Self Sword that sheathed itself in her hands and left.

“So this is the Honorable Swordsman of the Murong Clan? That's all huh.”

“That's just too disgraceful. He has come here to challenge someone, yet he can't even defend half a sword qi from his opponent. This Chu Kuangren truly is terrifying.”

“Can it be that Murong Feiyu is too weak then?”

“It's possible.”

Listening to the whispers from the people around him, Murong Feiyu's expression became increasingly unpleasant. On top of how he was easily defeated without even seeing Chu Kuangren himself, he felt more unwilling and embarra.s.sed the more he thought about it.

“Stand where you are and leave that sword behind!”

Murong Feiyu yelled and leaped into the air with surges of Sword-based Daoist Rhyme emanating around him, forming into terrifying waves of flames that rushed towards Lan Yu.

Lan Yu's back was facing him at that time.

Everyone could not help but berate him for being so shameless when they saw what he was doing.

“Wanting to steal the sword because he can't win it? What a disgrace.”

“Is this the Murong Clan's style to attack people from behind?”

Some of the people in the crowd had their eyes closed as they could not bear to watch a beautiful lady like Lan Yu perish.

However, at that moment, the Descendant Self Sword in Lan Yu's arms trembled slightly as it unsheathed itself with a clang. An unparalleled sword ray was unleashed.

Infused with an indomitable Sword-based Daoist Rhyme that seemed like it could rip through everything, the sword qi instantly tore apart the flame waves.

A mist of blood exploded in the air!

Murong Feiyu was brutally ripped apart in half by the sword ray.

With a hum, the Descendant Self Sword sheathed itself once again, and the incredibly sharp Sword-based Daoist Rhyme soon disappeared. Just like that, the surrounding returned to its usual peacefulness.

If it were not for Murong Feiyu's corpse on the ground, everyone would have thought that they were hallucinating just now.

“Here's the remaining two-thirds of sword qi then. That sneak attack from behind is vile and disgusting, hence your death is well-deserved.”

After Lan Yu finished speaking, she left with the sword in her arms without even turning back.

Everyone in the crowd who originally wanted to witness the action was stunned on the spot. They could not help but gasp with shock.

A strand of sword qi was used twice.

One-third was used to defeat an Honorable, while the remaining two-thirds were used to kill an Honorable!

'F*ck me, what the h.e.l.l is going on?'

'That's too horrifying!'

“The sword's owner did not even show up, yet a single strand of his sword qi already contained such terrifying power. How strong is Chu Kuangren exactly?”

“It's too powerful. The first rank of the Hundred Sword Spectrum really is no joke.”

“Awesome and bada.s.s.”

“Among all the sky-prides who've come to the Hidden Sword Canyon, I guess Chu Kuangren will no doubt rank first in terms of strength. It's truly terrifying.”

“I feel the same way too.”

The sword cultivators who were secretly observing that fight were extremely surprised.

They did not expect for an Honorable, who did not even see Chu Kuangren in the flesh at all, to be so easily killed by his opponent's sword qi.

Such strength was just too frightening.

Inside a court, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn as fine strands of sword qi fluttered and destroyed everything in it. Even the wine gla.s.ses, tables, and other furniture were not spared. There were sword marks cut onto the walls too.

All that sword qi originated from one young man in the room.

This young man was in a black robe and had long black hair that reached his waist. His eyebrows were narrow and mean-looking while his face was grim.

“So that's how it is Chu Kuangren! You dare to kill even my people!”

That person was the one that Murong Feiyu was following.

The Young Emperor of the Murong Clan, Murong Yu!

“Young Emperor, shall we deal with this person right now?” Behind Murong Yu, a grey-robed elder asked with a chilling gaze.

Since Murong Feiyu had a good relations.h.i.+p with him as they both were followers of Murong Yu, that old man was extremely enraged at Chu Kuangren as well.

“No, the Sword Gauntlet is opening soon, so I'll have to first refine my senses and recharge my energy in preparation to run into the Sword Gauntlet. The matter of revenge can wait until later.”

Murong Yu gritted his teeth while he spoke.

Based on the Sage from his clan, the matter of the Sword Gauntlet was a very important one since there would be a very valuable opportunity of fortune on the final floor.

Compared to that opportunity of fortune, taking revenge was trivial.

“D*mn it. I initially wanted to let Feiyu probe Chu Kuangren's strength, but I did not expect it to end like this.”

“This Chu Kuangren is a very strong enemy!”

Although Murong Yu resented him, he had no choice but to acknowledge Chu Kuangren's strength. If they were to face off in the future, he might not be able to defeat him.

“Oh right, Young Emperor, there's something else.”

“Speak.”

“Someone also saw Third Young Master Murong by Chu Kuangren's side as well. His ident.i.ty is now a Daoist of the Black Heaven Sect. ”

When Murong Yu heard that, a glint of surprise flashed across his eyes and he sneered. “That's really unexpected. I didn't expect the b.a.s.t.a.r.d to have gone to Black Heaven Sect after not hearing any news from him for so many years.”

“Seems like this trip to the Sword Gauntlet is going to be a whole lot more interesting now.”

More forces started to gather at the Hidden Sword Canyon.

Besides the gradual arrival of the four famous swordsmans.h.i.+p forces which comprised of the One Sword, One Mountain, and Two Families, the representatives from other swordsmans.h.i.+p groups had also come.

Those sword cultivators were gathered there together, and although there were occasional conflicts between them, no large fights that broke out.

Everyone was waiting for the moment for the Sword Gauntlet to open.

Meanwhile, Chu Kuangren was chilling leisurely during those days. Ever since he had killed Murong Feiyu, no one dared to challenge him anymore.

Although some controversial remarks and discussions were made about him being ranked first in the Hundred Sword Spectrum, those words were simply harmless and did not affect him at all.

Boom!

It was today that a surge of sword qi suddenly rose into the heavens.

Within a moment, the whole Hidden Sword Canyon was rumbling. Even the numerous Daoist Rhymes that were contained within the countless sword marks trembled violently as if it was going to gush out from the marks.

Having felt something too, every sword cultivator looked towards the Sword Gauntlet.

“The Sword Gauntlet is open!”

One by one, the sword cultivators all headed towards the Sword Gauntlet.

However, a vast majority of them were pushed away by an invisible force field when they got near to the Sword Gauntlet, hence they could not enter.

“What happened?”

“Why can't we go in?”

Everyone's expression changed as they were surprised by what happened.

Some of the Honorables did not believe it, so they tried to force their way through the forcefield only to be sent flying by that invisible force.

“Ha, this restriction is placed by multiple Sages, yet these mere Honorables think they can break through it.” Someone could not help but snort.

“The Sages?”

“You're right, the Sages from the One Sword, One Mountain, and Two Families are preventing us from entering the Sword Gauntlet. Every time the Sword Gauntlet opens, only thirty people in a set quota are allowed to enter. How can they possibly allow another small fry to get a piece of the pie?”

One of the sword cultivators who knew some insider facts sneered.

“This is just too domineering. On what basis can they just simply occupy the Sword Gauntlet for themselves and not allow us to enter?” a dissatisfied sword cultivator asked.

“On what basis? On the basis that they are Sages!”

Everyone could not help but turn silent upon hearing that.

That was how the world was, where the weak would always be bullied and wronged.

Only those with big enough fists could stand a chance to make their voices heard. Most ordinary humans were already like that by nature, let alone the cultivators who advocated strength above all else.