Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 591 - 591 169 The Sword Breaks the Leading Peak

Chapter 591: Chapter 169: The Sword Breaks the Leading Peak Chapter 591: Chapter 169: The Sword Breaks the Leading Peak The mountain gate has been destroyed?!

“Impudence!”

Anger erupted amongst everyone at Jun Mountain.

The mountain gate of Jun Mountain has always been a symbol of Jun Mountain and a sanctuary for the martial arts world. Now, does someone dare to disturb, even destroy, the mountain gate of Jun Mountain?

This is incompatible, a situation of deathly conflict!

Countless people placed their hands on their sword hilts, taking great strides forward, with murderous intent written all over their faces!

But before they could step out, a voice came leisurely.

“Dong Pingjiang from the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace is paying a visit! Whoever is in charge at Jun Mountain, show yourselves!”

In the fierce voice, mixed with extreme cruelty beyond words, a powerful surge of Sword Qi brazenly broke through the cloud layer of the thirty-six peaks of Jun Mountain. In an instant, the Sword Qi spread over three thousand miles, fearlessly engulfing the entire Jun Mountain!

Dong Pingjiang!

At the mention of this name, the faces of all the people at Jun Mountain changed with horror, and the murderous intent full in their bodies was suddenly dispelled.

So, it’s this archenemy that has come!

The phrase, “the shadow of a tree reflects the personality,” has always been the ultimate truth in the martial arts world, it exists in the Great Dao!

I still remember that Dong Pingjiang, with only one sword, dominated the world of martial arts, undefeated.

He dueled with White Rainbow, the supreme of Nine Colors. Three days later, White Rainbow admitted defeat, leaving behind his White Rainbow Sword, which had been with him for many years, as a token of this duel.

It wasn’t until a hundred years later that Lan Dan and Qing Ming jointly pleaded to take back the White Rainbow Sword, which resolved this cause-and-effect relationship.

At first, the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace proposed Dong Pingjiang to be the palace head, but Dong Pingjiang, an obsessed swordsman, who never wanted to take care of anything other than his sword, firmly refused.

Then it fell to Dong Pingjiang’s younger brother, Dong Pingtian.

Now, after hundreds of years, this unmatched killer in those years, appeared again in the world, and he came personally to Jun Mountain.

It can be said that…. ahem, he really gave Jun Mountain face!

“Hurry and welcome him!”

Xu Ningqing, the elder of Jun Mountain, dared not delay, and himself came out, laughing heartily: “It’s an honor to welcome Brother Dong, it’s a great pleasure, and Jun Mountain shines with glory.”

A loud curse came from outside the mountain gate, an impolite voice said: “What the hell are you? Who are you calling Brother Dong? Are you worthy? Call your daddy to come out!”

The whole Jun Mountain fell silent.

This is our elder.

Our ancestral elder of Jun Mountain, was cursed just like that?

Then there was a humongous rumble, as if the earth dragon was rolling over, the earth was cracking and the sky was collapsing.

And then there was a lot of rattling, like the sound of a landslide…

No, this is clearly the sound of a landslide!

People of Jun Mountain turned pale.

“Let’s go out and take a look!”

Just as they were ready to fly out to check the situation,

they saw a man in white, walking leisurely from the dust and smoke, holding a sword, the blade seemed like a pond in autumn, extremely cold.

They were obviously still far apart, but his figure was extraordinarily clear in everyone’s eyes, as if he could glow all over.

Many high-grade cultivators couldn’t help but shudder: this was clearly the highest realm of cultivation practice – my thought is where I am, I am everywhere!

As long as I think I am there, I can make you see me there, there is no place in the sky or on the earth where I can’t go!

The man kept walking, casually cutting a sword to the east and another to the west.

Yet, such carefree, spontaneous gestures led to shaking mountains and lands wherever he passed, without any exception, all mountains, giant trees, buildings, all were destroyed by his hand.

Many disciples who were in the buildings didn’t even have a chance to scream, they were turned into dust, died without understanding, absurdly.

This man’s methods were ruthless, shocking to the world.

“Wait! Senior Dong, please stop!”

Xu Ningqing darted out, flashed, crossed thousands of miles in space, and miraculously blocked Dong Pingjiang’s casual sword swing.

But Dong Pingjiang, with the inertia of his predestined swing, added even more force, one sword, audaciously!

A flash of cold light.

A direct chop is coming.

The deafening roar sounded once again.

Xu Ningqing flew back faster than when he rushed forward, but the posture of flying back was far from graceful and calm.

Moreover, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood in the air, after landing, he staggered for dozens of steps, and fell to the ground.

Looking devastated, his eyes were full of horror.

Dong Pingjiang, who had left the world for many years and suddenly returned, had made much progress in his cultivation compared to when he was wandering in the martial arts world.

He had tried his best just now, but he couldn’t stop Dong Pingjiang’s casual sword move. Such a cultivation level was truly horrifying!

“Senior Dong!”

Miao Yinian, the Head of Jun Mountain, called urgently: “Senior Dong, we have no grudge with Heavenly Palace, no karmic ties, why this? Why go so far?!”

Dong Pingjiang continued to ascend the mountain, swinging his sword as casually as if he were strolling through a garden, leaving only devastation in his wake.

Hearing these words, Dong Pingjiang suddenly sheathed his sword, stood firmly, and cast his icy gaze from thousands of feet away through the mist onto Miao Yinian, slowly saying: “No grudges? No grudges, you say! For that, I’ll give you, Jun Mountain, a present!”

Before his words fell, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Dong Pingjiang suddenly shot up, let out a roar, and burst forth with his Qi.

“Sword Slashes Heaven’s Gate!”

The long sword in his hand radiated boundless light, waving swiftly in the air before powerfully slashing down!

At that moment, a huge beam of sword Qi spanning thousands of feet, like thunder and lightning, lunged forcefully towards a beautiful peak nearby.

The target of the sword’s light turned out to be Lingxiu Peak, one of Jun Mountain’s thirty-six peaks.

“No…”

Miao Yinian’s voice was heart-wrenching!

This sudden appearance of sword Qi spanned heaven and earth, crashing down forcefully. Even if it was one of the thirty-six peaks of Jun Mountain, there was no room for resistance. The entire peak was cut in half by the sword, the sword Qi had not yet dissipated, and with a huge rumbling, the mountain shook and the earth trembled incessantly.

For a moment, the entire Lingxiu peak, countless rocks were rolling down, the phrases “earthquake” and “mountain collapse” were no longer metaphors, but stark reality!

Many of the sect’s disciples stationed on the peak were caught off guard, fleeing in sheer panic, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Those who failed to escape in time were all buried within.

Lingxiu peak, one of Jun Mountain’s thirty-six peaks, had its mountain body collapse over eighty percent by that sword, nearly disappearing completely!

After this, Jun Mountain’s “thirty-six peaks” were no more, at most, there were only thirty-five!

After a long while, dust was still rolling, covering the sky.

Miao Yinian’s lips trembled, his face pale, his eyes glazed, standing still in shock, unable to speak for a long while.

“The Heavenly Palace moves indiscriminately, a lone sword wanders Jun Mountain, because there is no grudge, with a flick of the finger, Lingxiu Peak is wiped out.”

Dong Pingjiang held his sword horizontally across his chest, flicked the blade, and roared, his sword Qi ringing out, only his laughter was clear and melodious.

After exercising such divine power with a sword, he remained in his white robes, nonchalantly ascending the stairs, his demeanor relaxed and carefree, as if he had just done an insignificant little thing, like plucking a weed or picking a withered flower.

His voice remained calm and indifferent: “I like it when people say ‘no grudge’, Miao Yinian, dare you say it again, and today, Jun Mountain shall lose another peak!”

Miao Yinian was trembling all over, his teeth chattering nonstop. The dignified head of Jun Mountain at this moment, however, dared not utter another word, let alone a single word.

At this point, a grand voice slowly sounded: “Dong Pingjiang, Brother Dong, why such rage?”

An old man’s phantom appeared in mid-air.

This figure was pure spirit, it stood several hundred feet tall. The figure’s robe fluttered, its face was kind, its eyes looking down at Dong Pingjiang beneath, with a touch of displeasure: “What deep grudge, what great karma, that you have to destroy one of my Jun Mountain peaks?”

Dong Pingjiang raised his right hand, his sword’s point aimed at the projection in the sky, and shouted: “Come out!”

The elderly projection shook its head with a bitter smile: “Since Brother Dong has come, I naturally have to come out and meet you; but you came abruptly, just as I was in retreat, so I had to appear in spirit first. Brother Dong, please temper your thunderous anger, allow me to offer a cup of tea in the main hall.”

Dong Pingjiang sneered: “Xu Yangbo, just now for your sake, I didn’t split your son with a sword. The courtesy of old times is over with today!”

The elderly projection named Xu Yangbo was taken aback: “That disobedient son dared to draw his sword at Brother Dong?”

On the ground, Xu Ningqing fell on his knees, shouting loudly, “Father, this Dong Pingjiang came today, destroyed our sect, and killed more than a thousand disciples of Jun Mountain! This Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace is indeed too…”

“Silence!”

Xu Yangbo shouted angrily, his face revealing his anger: “There’s right and wrong, justice is in everyone’s heart. It must be you who made the first mistake. If you hadn’t provoked him, how would he come knocking at the door? Is Dong Pingjiang so overbearing? So why didn’t he draw his sword at Absolute Sword Devil Palace? Why just Jun Mountain?!”

Xu Ningqing bowed his head in shame: “Even if there was a little friction, did it have to come to this?”

Xu Yangbo snorted coldly, his spirit forming a fist in the air: “Brother Dong, let’s have a cup of tea and talk, shall we?”

Dong Pingjiang curtly responded: “Let’s do it in your main hall, let all your disciples come, today I came to ask what exactly does your Jun Mountain want to do!”

Xu Yangbo said solemnly: “Alright!”

After a moment.

The main hall of Jun Mountain.

Dong Pingjiang sat at the head of the hall, holding his sword, as calm and serene as ever, but his gaze was disdainful, sweeping over all the Jun Mountain’s experts, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and the sword in his hand, also flashing with cold light, became even more chilling.

Suddenly, a clear, youthful phantom of an old man flashed into existence, it was Xu Yangbo.

The elder was dressed in white, his white hair was full, his white beard fluttered, but his face didn’t have a single wrinkle, it was red and smooth, a real picture of the phrase ‘youthful despite old age’.

As soon as he came in, he chuckled and said: “Brother Dong, your rage this time has really left me puzzled–”

“You better ask your disciples what’s going on. You don’t need to ask me!” Dong Pingjiang said coldly.

“Serve the tea!”

Xu Yangbo quickly ordered.

“Brother Dong, please sit down, I’ll ask them in front of you.”

Dong Pingjiang grunted: “That’s more like it, you ask, I’ll listen.”

Saying this, he picked up his tea cup, started drinking tea, and stopped talking.

“What exactly happened?”