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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nThe rain seemed to freeze. Golden blood continued to gush out of the first prince’s open throat.

nThe head that went flying had hair that was stained gold from the blood. It went spinning like a top until it crash-landed into a puddle of mud.

nOver the sound of wind and the rain could, one could still hear the sound of the sword slicing into the body. All of a sudden, Li Tianlin stopped hearing any sounds.

nLi Tianlin’s eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. There was also a sense of fear deep into his bones. When the sword pierced his neck, there was a pain that reverberated deep within Li Tianlin’s soul!

nFang Lang… He had dared to lift a sword against him! Not only did he raise his sword, but he attempted to cut off the first prince’s head!

nLi Tianlin was a little dazed. Perhaps he had underestimated Fang Lang and Wen Ting. He did not see them as a threat but at that moment, they had acted decisively and ruthlessly!

nEven his status, position and power did not waver their determination.

nLike reckless, carefree youths waving their swords around without a care in the world after they were provoked. They did not know the meaning of fear!

nFang Lang and Wen Ting had this easygoing reckless and crazy attitude.

nThe first prince felt a little regretful. Why did he provoke Fang Lang!?

nDing!

nA dull sound rang out as the first prince’s head crashed into the group. The arrogant, high and mighty head had fallen onto the dusty ground. It was now covered in the dirt that he never allowed on him.

nFang Lang rode his Meteor flight sword through the rain. He flew a few meters above the ground.

nOnly the sound of breathing could be heard.

nEveryone was frozen to the spot with shock!

nEven Wen Ting stopped laughing and sat there in a daze.

nThe first prince, Li Tianlin, was… killed by Fang Lang with a single swing of his sword!

nIt was exactly the same as when Fang Lang chopped off the head of Lin Muzhe!

nHuang Ying was astounded. Jiang Linglong’s eyes were shining brightly like the stars. Fang Lang… still had the same bravado as always. Just like when he had killed Lin Yun back then.

nNo matter how noble one’s birth was, Fang Lang did not care. He would swing his sword at anyone.

nNi Wen, Liu Bubai and the others were also in shock.

nThe Imperial Court of Judicial Review officials all stood with their hands on their swords, not knowing what to do next.

nIn their eyes, the first prince was lofty and mighty, yet he had been beheaded by Fang Lang!

nBeneath the heavens, the heavy rain poured.

nThere was still a tear in the sky inside the Youzhou Demon Portal. A peerless beauty stood behind the barrier, peering into this world.

nShe also looked stunned by Fang Lang’s actions.

nFor a moment, there was complete silence.

nAn unknown time had passed before the place began to fill with sound,

nThe first person to speak was neither Wen Ting nor Jiang Linglong…

nInstead, it was Geshu Yehuo. This wild girl spluttered and stammered, “You stole… a-another head!?”

nFang Lang remained silent.

nHer focus was different from everyone else.

nGeshu Yehuo was used to Fang Lang stealing kills by now. However, she did not expect he would snatch the royal prince from Wen Ting’s hands!

nEveryone came around and nearly burst into laughter.

nAfter such a groundbreaking event, the unusual line lightened the atmosphere.

nFang Lang managed to behead the first prince with one fell swoop—the sight impacted everyone greatly.

nEven Zhou Yiyuan who had been killed with one move in the distance did not seem as amazing any longer.

nLi Tianlin’s body lay in the rain in his dragon robes.

nThe thin sword has lost its target and flew back to Wen Ting. Wen Ting looked gaunt with a full head of white hair. In an instant, it looked like he had aged drastically.

nHowever, Wen Ting’s smile was full of joy.

nTen years spent nurturing a sword. Finally, he achieved his goal.

n“The first prince was killed by me,” said Wen Ting slowly.

nWen Ting was not saying this for his own benefit but for Fang Lang and everyone who was a witness to the decapitation.

nThe crowd remained silent.

nFang Lang stood in his bloodied robes, holding the Obsidian Sword. His robes were a glorious red.

n“I cut off his head,” said Fang Lang mildly.

nWounding the first prince and killing him were two vastly different concepts.

nThe punishment for killing a prince was inescapable. However, Fang Lang had no regrets.

nAs soon as the first prince had expressed he was about to cripple Fang Lang, he was left with no options.

nLike a newborn calf who did not fear a lion, Fang Lang’s attitude was the same. He embarked on the path of cultivation because he wanted to become stronger—he wanted to protect the things in his life.

nHe had no regrets for his actions.

nIf he did not kill the first prince, sooner or later, the first prince would end his life.

nTherefore, it was best for the first prince to die!

nFang Lang raised his head and looked toward the woman in the crack between the two realms who shone with a brilliant light.

n“Sect Leader Taihua! I obtained the Blooming Lotus Sword at Mount Shu. We were fated to meet. I am willing to learn under you! Please take me away!” shouted Fang Lang loudly.

nHis shout reached the First Sword Taihua in the sky.

nThe crowd gasped.

nThey understood Fang Lang’s plan. From the start, he killed the first prince because he planned to seek protection from Xuanyuan Taihua. He hoped Xuanyuan Taihua would help him escape this land.

nFang Lang had prepared for the outcome when he decided to kill Li Tianlin.

nAs for Old Fang in Luojiang City, Fang Lang believed with Old Jiang there, Old Fang would be safe. This was the tacit understanding Fang Lang had with Old Jiang.

nThe figure in the sky could not help but smile at Fang Lang’s shout.

nAfter a long time, the rain continued to pour.

nThe First Sword Taihua spoke casually, “What an amusing little one, I accept you as my student.”

nThe First Sword Taihua stretched out her hand and made a gesture with her fingers. Her hand was beautiful and smooth like jade.

nOut of the blue, the world became like a drum and a loud thumping could be heard.

nThe sound of drums reverberated to all corners causing every single raindrop to explode from the shock waves.

nAfter that, a lotus flower blade energy descended from the skies, dropping at high speed toward the first prince’s corpse.

nHowever, the first prince’s dead body shuddered and flipped over to stand up with an angry roar!

nThe corpse raised its head and ran away at high speeds!

nIn the blink of an eye, the corpse ran hundreds of miles!

nThat was not something a dead person would do!

nEveryone was stunned.

nFang Lang cursed loudly. “F*cking hell!”

nHe almost had him!!!

n“The life force of a ninth-class cultivator is far beyond your imagination. The ninth-class cultivators can condense their spiritual sense. As long as the spiritual sense survives, the person cannot be killed. This is especially true for Li Tianlin. The person backing him had used a paper talisman to protect his spiritual sense… He’s not willing to let the first prince die so easily,” First Sword Taihua spoke gently but her voice was filled with authority from the crack between the two realms.

nAs that lotus flower blade energy descended, its speed increased. No matter how fast the first prince tried to run, he would not be able to escape from it!

n“No! Xuanyuan Taihua! Are you really going to kill me!? I am the first prince of the Tang Dynasty! I have royal blood in my veins!” roared Li Tianlin in a crazed manner.

nHe could act high and mighty when he was facing Fang Lang and Wen Ting. However, this was Xuanyuan Taihua! The legendary First Sword Taihua who had torn off the shackles of the Tang Code!

nThis was the woman whose sword abilities elevated the Sword Guild to become one of the ten great guilds! He was an ant next to her!

nLi Tianlin wanted to escape but he slowly felt more and more bereft of hope. As he watched the descending lotus flower blade energy, he could sense the overwhelming energy that was out of this world!

nThis woman… was a monster!

nIf this woman was to unleash her power, he would not be able to escape!

nThe lotus flower blade energy continued to shrink until it was the size of a palm.

nThen, it gently landed on the first prince’s shoulder, making him freeze.

nBoom! A powerful aura appeared. When the aura appeared, Xuanyuan Taihua who was hidden within the crack between two realms pinched her fingers.

nThe sword that pinned Zhou Yiyuan to death instantly bloomed like a lotus flower and sliced away the silhouette behind Li Tianlin.

nThe illusionary eyes darkened as it fixed a stare at the First Sword Taihua. Then, the silhouette vanished completely.

nLi Tianlin was completely devoided of hope now. The only thing reflected within his golden eyes was the lotus flower blade energy.

nThe blade energy surged thunderously!

nAs soon as it expanded, 60 slashed were delivered—each slash was capable of slaughtering thousands!

nThe lotus flower blade energy consumed his body, tearing through Li Tianlin’s spiritual sense as though it was a piece of cloth, shredding it like countless sharp knives.

n“I, Xuanyuan Taihua, am the one who killed you. All the blame should be placed on me.”

nFirst Sword Taihua’s words reverberated through the lands.

nThe person who killed Li Tianlin, the person with royal blood in his veins, was neither Fang Lang nor Wen Ting. It was her… Xuanyuan Taihua!

nAs soon as she made that declaration, the sky changed color!

nBoom!

nAll of a sudden, the Youzhou Demon Portal trembled!

nEveryone within the demon portal could feel their bodies shudder.

nA terrifying power was released.

nFang Lang, Wen Ting, Jiang Linglong and the others raised their heads quickly, staring into the void that was ripping apart. The sky looked as though it was being ruthlessly torn to shreds. Finally, a blood-colored light shone.

nA corner of the Tang Code appeared in the center of the void!

nThe Tang Code that floated above Changan City… had torn through the sky!

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nHeavy snowfall befell Changan City on this winter’s day.

nHigh up in the skies, there were powerful warriors engaged in battle!

nThe white-haired, white-robed Chao Xiaojian wielded a green steel sword covered in scratches against Nan Yehuo!

nNan Yehuo was a sect leader while Chao Xiaojian was merely the vice leader of the Sword Guild.

nHowever, during the period of Xuanyuan Taihua’s absence, Chao Xiaojian had taken control of the entire Sword Guild. Hence, Chao Xiaojian’s performance was comparable to Nan Yehuo.

nThey were both the strongest warriors of their respective sects!

nSparks flew as their swords clashed. It was like a brilliant arc of flame flashing in the sky.

nChao Xiaojian swung his sword as he stepped across the sea of clouds, his white hair fluttering around him. He loomed like a peerless sword immortal.

nHe crossed blades with Nan Yehuo multiple times. Over time, he felt as though something was not right.

nChao Xioajian was very aware of his own prowess. In order to ensure the continued power of the Sword Guild over the years, he was continuously working to raise the level of his cultivation.

nHe even went into the demon realm, slaughtering numerous demons and demon kings! All for the sake of improving his sword mastery!

nHe had previously made a crazy declaration that although he could not defeat the Emperor, he could defeat Nan Yehuo.

nThat was not a baseless brag.

nIn the Tang Dynasty, there were only five people Chao Xiaojian feared—five whom he knew he could not defeat.

nJiang Wushen, the old cultivator of the Main Path Guild, Li Qingwang of the Meridian Guild, the old monk of the All-Seeing Buddha Sect, and lastly… the grand chancellor, Lu Taixuan.

nAs for his sect leader and the Tang Emperor, they were beyond the ninth-class realm.

nHence, Chao Xiaojian believed his senior was unbeatable!

nBoom!

nAmong the sea of clouds, the blade energy raged like surging seas. At the other end, Nan Yehuo’s fiery red sword was covered in bright red sparks!

nChao Xiaojian frowned. Something was not right!

nNan Yehuo could not be this powerful!

nJust as Chao Xiaojian was about to land the killing blow, his body trembled suddenly!

nHe turned his head toward the Youzhou Demon Portal. The steel sword covered in scratches hovered by his side. He looked on in shock.

n“That’s our sect leader’s aura…” mumbled Chao Xiaojian.

nThere was no mistake. That was Xuanyuan Taihua’s aura!

nNan Yehuo’s unibrow pulled together. A trace of fear shone in his eyes.

nThe woman filled him with fear and terror!

nAs soon as Xuanyuan Taihua’s aura appeared, Chao Xiaojian and Nan Yehuo rushed to take cover. They saw the Tang Code that floated above Changan City abruptly disappear!

nChao Xiaojian was shocked! The Tang Code was gone!?

nA flash of light crossed Nan Yehuo’s eyes. With a wave of his wide sleeve, his fiery red sword was gripped tightly in his hands.

nChao Xiaojian’s heart lurched as he sensed Nan Yehuo’s aura grow unceasingly!

nChao Xiaojian, who sensed something was wrong from the beginning, finally realized the cause of this strange sensation!

n“You consumed a Great Elixir Pill of the Main Path Guild!”

nChao Xiaojian’s expression became solemn. The Great Elixir Pill of the Main Guild was extremely valuable. As the sect leader of the Donglu’s Sword League, Nan Yehuo should not have access to this medicinal pill!

nClearly, the waters of Changan were murkier than he had imagined…

nChao Xiaojian focused his senses and leaped into the skies, his white hair fluttered around him. His steel sword split into seven blade fragments with a swing!

nThe blade fragments spun at high speeds, stirring up the clouds and imbuing them with sword intent.

nSo what if Nan Yehuo had consumed a Great Elixir Pill?

nChao Xiaojian was ready for a good fight!

nThe aura emanating from Nan Yehuo’s body continued to increase, turning the sky around him into a fiery red color!

nWith the help of the Great Elixir Pill from the Main Path Guild, Nan Yehuo currently possessed a power that could rival Jiang Wushen, Lu Taixuan and the others.

nNan Yehuo lowered his face and did not spare Chao Xiaojian a look.

nThat fiery red sword circled around Nan Yehuo. After that, the scarlet flame swiftly descended like a meteor, tearing through the clouds—it was heading toward Changan City!

nChao Xiaojian, who had been prepared for a tough fight, was stunned. After a moment, his complexion paled.

nNan Yehuo’s target was not him!

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nYouzhou Demon Portal.

nThe storm raged on, raining down on the mud-filled ground.

nThe atmosphere was extremely solemn. There was a terrifyingly oppressive aura rolling across the entire Youzhou Demon Portal!

nThe Tang Code had appeared, tearing through the sky.

nBlood drained from the faces of everyone present.

nFang Lang raised his head. The oppressive bright light had traveled through space and time to crush his head and shoulders, almost forcing him to his knees.

nWen Ting and his head of white hair looked calmly upon at the Tang Code above his head. His blood-stained thin sword continued to vibrate next to him.

nFrom the moment his sword had pierced through the first prince’s body, he knew he had broken the Tang Code and would have to face the judgment of the Tang Code.

nIf he could survive the Tang Code’s soul attack, his life would be preserved.

nFang Lang withdrew his flight sword. His bloodied robes billowed in the storm. He stared at the Tang Code. The powerful Tang Code of the Tang Dynasty was reflected in his eyes.

nThe atmosphere was stifling as though they were breathing in mud. It made everyone feel suffocated.

nFang Lang did not know if it was his imagination but he felt a pair of cold, merciless eyes staring out of the Tang Code.

nA sudden earthquake shook the ground, causing everyone to shut their eyes tightly!

nFang Lang, Wen Ting, Jiang Linglong and the others looked at the sight before them.

nThey could clearly see the Tang Code floating above the first prince’s corpse. In an instant, it mysteriously absorbed all the golden blood that spilled from Li Tianlin’s body. The blood was channeled into a narrow stream like a spool of golden thread.

nSwish!

nLi Tianlin’s corpse suddenly exploded into pieces, causing everyone’s hair to stand on end. An unknown force had transformed the corpse into hemp flowers and golden blood splattered everywhere and showered the Tang Code.

nSplish, splash!

nThe world went silent but for the sound of blood splattering on the icy cold Tang Code and the heartbeat with the Tang Code!

nWhat…what was this!?

nEveryone was covered in goosebumps!

nIn the crack between the two realms, the legendary First Sword Taihua whose face was a blur looked at the scene before her—complicated emotions flickered in her eyes.

nAs Li Tianlin’s golden blood splashed the Tang Code, a ripple of energy began to roll out from the Tang Code!

nThree blood-colored arrows materialized from the Tang Code!

nThe arrows seemed to radiate with a sense of judgment and punishment.

nWith a shudder, the three blood-colored arrows sped across the skies like it was shot from a tightly strung bow!

nAs that happened, the arrows transformed into three blood dragons that raced across the sky.

nThe largest dragon brandished its claws and teeth as it sped across the sky, flying straight toward Xuanyuan Taihua in the crack between the two realms.

nThe remaining two smaller-sized blood dragons charged at Fang Lang and Wen Ting!

nFang Lang could feel the shackles on his power!

nAt that moment, he was a prisoner!

nAn arrow! It was an arrow of judgment!

nIt was an arrow more terrifying than the previous one!

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