Supreme Emperor of Swords

Fortunately, with the help of a large number of mysterious crystals and power of inscriptionists, more than half of the inscription formations at the Pink Gold were still in continuous operation. With a strong guarding force, it ensured that the invaders could not break through in a short time.

But in the past six days, more than 1,000 disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had died in battle.

In addition to the ordinary inside disciples, there were nearly 100 experts above the Primordial Realm.

This loss amounted to a tenth of the total number of disciples in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Even though it did not hurt the root of the sect, it was an unbearable loss. Since the founding of the sect thousands of years ago, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had experienced numerous battles. In all the havoc they had endured, the sect had never lost so many disciples.

Wang Juefeng had been involved in several battles and was seriously wounded.

Even though he had the top-grade elixirs Ding Hao ever gave him, it was not enough to support him.

After all, the top-grade elixirs Ding Hao gave him could instantly restore his peak fighting ability, but in fact, it was only a temporary measure of stimulating potential, not a permanent cure. After two hours, he would be weak again, and the wound in his body would grow worse, and he would have to heal it slowly.

However, to Wang Juefeng’s slight relief, the sect pass, which had been painstakingly developed for thousands of years, played a great role in the war.

Relying on these passes, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect held out against enemies several times their own size for six days.

In this way, the disciple who had been sent to Mirror Lake should have arrived at the destination.

From the Sect Grading Meeting, Ding Honglei, the new inspector of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost did not like the Tranquility Academy, and had no opinion of Mu Tianyang, known as the first genius of Snow Province, but liked Ding Hao. Wang Juefeng believed that he wouldn’t get in the way of the mysterious crystals.

As long as Ding Honglei learned the news, the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost would soon do something.

When the time came, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect only needed to contribute the mysterious crystals, and the disaster could be dispelled!

This was now the only hope for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s survival.

Running Qi to suppress the pain inside, Wang Juefeng slowly got up, stood on the rock, and looked around.

Under the Pink Gold, there was so much destruction.

There was smoke, bodies, rivers of blood. From the Sword-cleansing Pond at the foot of the mountain to the Pink Gold had been completely stained with blood; the alarming evil spirit rushed to the sky, covering it with red blood; the evil spirit between heaven and earth was so sufficient that last night’s snowflakes dyed into a pink; the heavy snow made it look as if heaven were weeping blood.

The Human Clan was weak, but they were still so cannibalistic!

The bodies and blood on the ground flowed from the human warrior bodies.

In contrast, the Demon Clan, which had been looking at them covetously, just stationed troops 100 kilometers away, kept silent, and did not participate in the sect’s bloody battle.

It was ironic.

“Martial Uncle, are you getting better? Dinner’s ready!” A delicate, lovely girl dressed in cyan came to Wang Juefeng and greeted him. She was carrying a food box in her hand.

A slight smile appeared on Wang Juefeng’s face.

He knew the girl who was a nominal disciple in the Eastern Academy of green shirts.

Her name was Huanhuan, and she was a potential talent in martial arts, who was found by Ding Hao from the cliff of the back mountain garbage area.

This little girl was incredibly talented. Just over the past six months, she was already a half-step to the Martial Mentor Realm. If it had not been for the bloody war among sects, girls like Huanhuan, who were endowed with extraordinary talents, would have been the most favored ones among the nominal disciples in the sect; they would be given special care and vigorously cultivated by the sect. One day, they might gain fame overnight like Ding Hao and become the divine ladies of the younger generation in Snow Province.

Unfortunately, the outbreak of war had changed the fate of countless people.

Now everything was centered on the continuation of the sect, and the classes of the nominal disciples had been completely suspended. All nominal disciples, regardless of their ability, were required to participate in various war preparations. Although they were relatively weak and could not go to war directly, they were required to carry out many logistical tasks.

Huanhuan, Gao Xue’er, Nini, and other nominal disciples born in the slums had been busy for several days.

“Much better.” Wang Juefeng nodded and took the box from Huanhuan’s hand.

When he opened it, he saw several delicate dishes and a pot of hot wine. Obviously, it was prepared with sincerity.

“Thank you, little girl.” Wang Juefeng nodded with a smile.

Although in terms of seniority, he was indeed Huanhuan’s Martial Uncle, he did not put on airs. After all, Ding Hao was his junior brother and Ding Hao treated the girl as his younger sister.

“So glad you like it, Martial Uncle.” Huanhuan put on a thick smile on her face which was as delicate as a porcelain doll’s. After some hesitation, she finally plucked up the courage to ask, “Martial Uncle, do you know when Brother Ding Hao will be back?”

After drinking a glass of wine, Wang Juefeng felt warm in his stomach. In the face of such a lovely little girl, he could not exert his ability to make people hate him. He gave a sigh and replied. “According to the time he left, it still needs another month or so.”

“If only he could come back sooner,” Huanhuan gritted her teeth hard and said, “if Brother Ding Hao were here, he’d beat the shit out of these guys.”

Wang Juefeng didn’t respond to her remarks.

Nearly half a year had passed.

He wondered how much progress Ding Hao had made in the Sage Battlefield. With his amazing talent and luck, Ding Hao must still be alive and kicking. By the time he stepped out of the Sage Battlefield, he would shock countless people.

A flicker of expectation crossed Wang Juefeng’s mind.

In addition to the faraway Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost, if the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect still had a trace of hope in the long dark period, it might be in this young guy.

If Ding Hao had incredible luck in the Sage Battlefield, he might be able to improve by leaps and bounds.

That guy could resist demonic experts, like the One-legged Ox King, when he was still a Primordial Grandmaster. If he could enter the Martial King Realm… No, even if he were a high-ranking great grandmaster, he might be able to resist the expert at the Martial Emperor Realm. As long as there was a disciple as strong as the expert at the Martial Emperor Realm, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s fate could be instantly changed!

Noticing Wang Juefeng lost in thought, Huanhuan dared not disturb him again and turned to leave.

In the distance, Gao Xue’er, Nizi, and other nominal disciples were very busy dressing wounds, transporting mysterious crystals, helping inscriptionists draw inscriptions… None of the disciples under the age of 17 with strength below the Master Realm were sent to the battlefield. Instead, they were engaged in various trivial but extremely important logistics work.

It was said that some people had proposed to arrange them to practice on the battlefield, but was rejected by their head master, Li Jianyi.

“These disciples are the hope of our sect, and they have not yet grown up. Even when it is necessary for the elders and chiefs to go to battle, we will not let them die in vain!” At the critical moment in the sect, Li Jianyi, the head leader, highlighted the dignity and courage of the grandmasters of martial arts of Snow Province with his words.

The sky was thick with snow.

Inside the pass of the Pink Gold, all disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect were busy.

Zhong Dajun, the most powerful boss in front of the curtain of the Heavenly World in the third-stage market, was also busy back and forth among the crowd. This time he did not hide his things, but contributed all the weapons, armor, and goods that could be used in war.

“I am the boss of the Heavenly World, but I am also a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. I’m sure if Brother Ding Hao were here, he’d agree with me!”

Zhong Dajun’s voice equally contained much more strength.

Under his leadership, the bosses of shops of all sizes in the markets of all stages had made generous contributions and organized groups to support the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Many people were well aware that if the sect was captured, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would be sacked. When a bird’s nest is overturned, no egg can remain intact, and they, too, would be plundered. If they did not unite at this time, they would die.

It was at Mirror Lake in Snow Province, the holy land for human warriors.

The Swordsmanship-seeking Villa, which was located by the side of Mirror Lake, had been under heavy security.

The atmosphere in the villa had become grim since four days earlier, when a bleeding, unconscious, wounded disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was sent to the villa and met the master, Huang Shixiong. At intervals, there were men on guard, and swordsmen holding long swords patrolled back and forth; also the formation protecting the villa had been quietly launched.

On that day, when the sun was rising, the master, Huang Shixiong went out in a hurry as he had done on the previous days.

He didn’t come back until sunset.

Seeing her father back, Huang Rong, who was standing at the door of the hall, immediately rushed over, and loudly asked, “Father, how is it going? Have you seen Sir Inspector?”

Huang Shixiong sighed and shook his head.

“Master, you are back!”

“Master, have you seen Inspector Ding?”

“Elder Huang, answer us quickly. The sect won’t hold out much longer…”

The hall was packed with people.

They were the most elite disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Villa, including Huang Shixiong’s disciples, and the experts sent by the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to settle in the villa. They all looked anxious. As Huang Shixiong came in, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him.

Huang Shixiong frowned and shook his head gently.

In the crowd, Huang Jin, the disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, who had gone through thousands of miles and risked his life to fight in order to come here to report the news, felt a twinge of despair. He said anxiously, “Elder Huang, you must find a way. It’s been six days. For every quarter of an hour we delay here, many disciples of our Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain are killed by those bastards…”