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Chapter 635: The Black Blade Holder!

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: The Black Blade Holder!

Meng Wuxiang and Xiang Kunlun arrived together at the peak of Mount Hua.

This attracted the attention of all those present.

After all, the two were at the top of the Master List, occupying the first and second positions, their strengths nearly equal.

They were also the sole hope for the entire Martial Arts community at that time, as no one else could rescue the Grandmasters who had been kidnapped. Only their arrival would suffice.

Indeed, everyone was focused on the matter at the Grandmaster Assembly.

Atop the peak of Mount Hua,

Meng Wuxiang, clad in a white robe, arrived treading on air.

While Xiang Kunlun, carrying a large blade on his back, leapt through the air.

Upon their arrival, those bound by ropes felt as though they saw the first light of dawn, hope rising in their hearts.

"Tai Chi Grandmaster Meng Wuxiang and Kunlun’s Xiang Kunlun have come, they’re saved!"

"Yes, they were once at the forefront of the Master List, they surely have a way!"

As the two entered,

Long Aojue, who had been sitting cross-legged on a boulder, now opened his eyes to size up the two men before him and slightly smiled, "The strength is not bad. I did not expect Xuan Country to still produce geniuses like me. But, sending you two, are you here to be sacrificed?"

"You traitor of Xuan Country’s Martial Arts, our predecessors need not take action, we alone are sufficient!" Meng Wuxiang declared.

Instantly, the Grandmasters tied up with ropes could not help cheering: "Master Meng, you must kill that guy and promote the spirit of our Xuan Country’s Martial Arts, it must not be tarnished by anyone."

"Rest assured, I will definitely give everyone an explanation, after all, I am number one on the Master List!" Meng Wuxiang responded.

"What a number one on the Master List!" Long Aojue started applauding.

At this moment, Xiang Kunlun, clenching his fist and eyeing Long Aojue, was the young man in the black robe who had come down from Kunlun, ceaselessly searching for the whereabouts of Long Aojue to avenge his parents, and now he finally caught sight of him.

"Long Aojue..." Xiang Kunlun called out.

Long Aojue looked calmly at the person before him and smiled, "Who is this? Even if I offended Xuan Country’s Martial Arts, you don’t need to look at me like that!"

"Do you remember Xiang Ting? The one you killed over a decade ago!" Xiang Kunlun asserted.

His father’s name was Xiang Ting!

Long Aojue was momentarily startled, then looking again at Xiang Kunlun, he laughed, "It seems you are my Senior Brother Xiang’s son, indeed, you do resemble your father quite a bit!"

"I will kill you to avenge my father!" Xiang Kunlun gritted his teeth.

"Ah, that so? Just come at me then. Back when I was young, ten years ago, I could kill anyone I wished. But that Xiang Ting was truly too talkative, always lecturing me just because he was my senior. Of course, I had to kill him!" Long Aojue spoke with a lighthearted tone.

Those around, listening, did not expect such secrets to emerge.

Upon hearing Long Aojue’s words, Xiang Kunlun, now thoroughly enraged, took the large blade from his back, a very broad Black Blade.

He then swung his blade at Long Aojue.

A massive black blade light descended from the sky, crushing down.

The speed came with a shocking might, directly targeting Long Aojue.

At his move, it immediately elicited exclamations.

"Kunlun Black Blade, this time we are saved!"

"Indeed!"

Meng Wuxiang seeing this, also swung forward.

With a bare hand, a white radiant palm force formed and surged forward, directly targeting Long Aojue.

Everyone once again gasped in astonishment.

Meng Lie stepped forward.

But he saw Long Aojue gesture and say, "You are not their match. Let me handle this!"

Meng Lie nodded, then stepped back.

At that moment, Long Aojue leisurely stood up and faced the descending blade and the sweeping palm attack from above. With a sweep of his sleeve, he sent out an invisible wave that struck the incoming blade and palm attacks. The attacks solidified, hanging suspended in mid-air, and then, with a snap, they dissipated.

The onlookers, who had seen Meng Wuxiang and Xiang Kunlun both launch their attacks, especially upon seeing Long Aojue step forward, thought Long Aojue was frightened. But when they saw how Long Aojue scattered both men’s attacks with just a sweep of his sleeve, everyone was utterly astonished.

Even Meng Wuxiang and Xiang Kunlun were moved.

Xiang Kunlun clenched his fists tightly.

Long Aojue looked upon the two men and smiled indifferently, "The young generation of Xuan Country’s martial arts are indeed impressive. You two are geniuses. But I have a habit of dismantling good things when I see them. So, I’ve decided to destroy you!"

"Just with you!" Meng Wuxiang said coldly.

"Of course, just with me!" Long Aojue responded.

"We two are Martial Arts Grandmasters, and you are a Grandmaster as well. Even if you are much stronger than us on the Grandmaster path, you are still just one Grandmaster. If we join forces, you definitely won’t be our match!" Meng Wuxiang said.

"Is that so?" A cold smile appeared on Long Aojue’s face.

"But before you die, let me ask you one thing. Where is Tang Zhong?"

His main purpose in returning to Xuan Country was to find Tang Zhong. He had used the lives of many martial artists to force Tang Zhong to show himself, but even now, Tang Zhong hadn’t appeared, making him almost doubt whether Tang Zhong ever existed.

Upon hearing about Tang Zhong, Meng Wuxiang grew even more displeased. He was a proud person. He couldn’t bear previous grievances, let alone the current situation, where he was fighting Long Aojue, who seemed to ignore him and instead mentioned Tang Zhong.

Immediately, he shouted explosively, "You better worry about yourself!"

Immediately, Meng Wuxiang made his move, donned in a white robe.

He was a Tai Chi Grandmaster!

And he deployed Tai Chi!

With one step forward, he launched a palm strike.

It was incredibly fast.

"I don’t need to worry about myself at all, because you simply can’t be my match!" Long Aojue said coldly.

"Aren’t you just the disciple of that old man Zhang Changgong? Daring to act arrogantly in front of us, you’re not qualified!"

In an instant, Long Aojue clenched his fist and casually threw a punch.

His fist was covered in a fierce red light.

It met Meng Wuxiang head-on.

A booming sound erupted immediately.

Meng Wuxiang was sent flying back.

"I told you, you’re too weak!" Long Aojue said unmoved, instead.

At that moment, Xiang Kunlun made his move. He gripped the Kunlun Black Blade in his hand, which he swung fiercely as he descended, releasing a killing intent that was overwhelmingly ferocious.

"I’m going to kill you!"

"You’re also too weak!" Long Aojue laughed coldly, facing the incoming Black Blade, he simply reached out and caught it.

Seeing the enormous Black Blade caught barehanded by Long Aojue, Xiang Kunlun’s expression turned extremely unsightly.

"What’s so impossible about that? Didn’t your master, that old fool, tell you who wielded the Kunlun Black Blade back in the day? It was none other than I, Long Aojue!" Long Aojue declared with a laugh.