allonlinenovel Chapter 183 Swearing an Oath to Heaven
Chapter 183 Swearing an Oath to Heaven
Chapter 183 Swearing an Oath to Heaven
"No, I'm from the Moyun Sword Sect!" Li Wenhao roared like a madman.
One of the three swordsmen of Moyun, a master who was famous throughout the cultivation world, when faced with a Nascent Soul stage expert, all his aura, courage, and schemes disappeared. He could only roar and hope that the name of Moyun Sword Sect could be his lifeline.
"Fight back!"
Leng Jun roared from a distance, his usually cold and handsome face contorted with rage. He was furious at his brother's incompetence and couldn't believe that his usually mature, steady, meticulous, and extraordinary senior brother had turned out to be so pathetic.
call……
The air was filled with the sound of a hurricane passing through, accompanied by shouts.
When the wind died down, the shouts also subsided.
A long sword was stuck in Li Wenhao's chest, and the person holding the sword was Zhuo Yang.
"Why didn't you resist?" Zhuo Yang said indifferently.
“I…I am…a…person…of the Moyun Sword Sect…” Li Wenhao’s face was filled with astonishment; he was still using the Moyun Sword Sect as a shield.
Unfortunately, Zhuo Yang didn't care about any sword sect at all; his personality was all about seeking revenge and acting on impulse.
With a hiss, the longsword was drawn, and Zhuo Yang stood with his hands behind his back.
Li Wenhao lay on the ground, blood gushing from his chest. Even a Golden Core stage expert wouldn't die immediately from such a severe injury. He stared at Zhuo Yang with wide eyes and suddenly roared, "I am a member of the Mo Yun Sword Sect! If you kill me, you will surely face retribution from the Mo Yun Sword Sect!"
"Heh!" Zhuo Yang sneered, "You mean I should rush to save you, then tie my own arms and carry you to the Moyun Sword Sect to seek death?"
"Yes...yes..." More blood gushed from his chest, and Li Wenhao's face actually showed an excited expression.
"You're too arrogant." Zhuo Yang sneered and swung his sword.
The sword flashed across Li Wenhao's neck, a spurt of blood shot into the air, and the headless corpse collapsed.
"Fourth Senior Brother!" Leng Jun roared fiercely, his eyes, filled with deep hatred, locked onto Zhuo Yang. "Zhuo Yang, your hands are stained with the blood of the Mo Yun Sword Sect. The Mo Yun Sword Sect will never let you go!"
"I couldn't ask for more!" Zhuo Yang's cold gaze swept over him, and he snorted disdainfully. "If all cultivators in the world were like the Mo Yun Sword Sect, unable to distinguish right from wrong and acting recklessly based solely on their own strength, then I, Zhuo Yang, swear to the heavens that in this lifetime, if I ever see a sect similar to the Mo Yun Sword Sect, I will eradicate it!"
Zhuo Yang defiantly brandished Li Wenhao's storage jade pendant with his longsword, showing it to Leng Jun. "From this moment on, I will destroy every single one I see, no matter how many people or how powerful these sects are. It will be a fight to the death!"
With a loud crack, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the persistent dark clouds in the sky, hitting the tallest tree near the manor.
The tree quickly burst into flames, transforming into a giant torch with a whooshing sound, seemingly a response from the heavens to Zhuo Yang.
Everyone present was stunned.
The cultivators from the Ma and Wang families were all subdued by Xiao Rou's immense power and could not escape. They could only await Zhuo Yang's judgment.
They witnessed with their own eyes that Heaven had answered Zhuo Yang's vow.
Even Heaven itself couldn't stand these sects that didn't distinguish right from wrong and acted recklessly.
For a moment, everyone was swallowing hard.
“Leng Jun, I have sworn an oath to the heavens, so let’s start with you, and then the Moyun Sword Sect!” Zhuo Yang walked towards Leng Jun step by step with a blank expression.
Leng Jun did not respond, his head was down, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
"Cheer up! I don't want to kill you, a genius, like an animal!" Zhuo Yang stopped and flicked his longsword.
Leng Jun abruptly looked up, feeling the oppressive aura around him vanish instantly, and immediately stood up. He also brandished his longsword, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Was the Mo Yun Sword Sect's behavior... really that excessive?"
"Excessive? Saying it's excessive is too lenient, isn't it?" Zhuo Yang chuckled, waving his hand at the burning villa. "Look for yourself, this is my home, and you've burned it down!"
“Kill Senior Brother Yuan Chen first. We’re here for revenge!” Leng Jun replied in a deep voice.
"Revenge? Hahaha..." Zhuo Yang laughed wildly a few times, "Since you bring up hatred, I'll explain it to you clearly!"
"Back then, my mother ran away from her arranged marriage and married my father. Do you know who the person who was run away from is? Let me tell you, it's the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Shanlong!"
"Later, my father made several investments, all of which failed. My uncle secretly told my father that Wang Shanlong was behind it all, using the power of a huge family to bully a nobody!"
"If that were all, Wang Shanlong would be taking revenge, and I would have nothing to say. But do you know that since I was a child, I have been surrounded by all kinds of oppression? My classmates bullied me, my teachers called me stupid, and even when I finally made it to university, I was still surrounded by a group of bullies."
“I liked a girl named Luo Zixuan at the time, and I came to Lingzhou with her. As a result, she helped me find a job at Fuhai Trading, and then I was bullied by more than 20 people in the department!”
"All of this is Wang Shanlong's conspiracy. He spent more than ten years just to turn someone into a cripple!"
At this point, Zhuo Yang took a deep breath to calm his turbulent heart and lungs, otherwise his Dao heart might explode.
“The Wang family is indeed despicable, but these things have nothing to do with the Moyun Sword Sect!” Leng Jun said, his voice low and lacking confidence.
"I'll continue, you can have it!" Zhuo Yang sneered a few times. "I finally had a fortuitous encounter and embarked on the path of cultivation. I didn't want to deal with the Wang family, but they are relentless and won't let me go. First it was Liu Yimin, then Yuan Chen, and now it's Yang Xi plus your Moyun Sword Sect!"
"Yuan Chen has come to my house, why can't I kill him? Am I supposed to just sit here and wait to die?"
After saying all this, Zhuo Yang gave a cold laugh and quietly looked at Leng Jun.
Leng Jun's face was very ugly. He had no way to fight back. Just as Zhuo Yang said, why should he ask others to surrender?
He was protecting his home...
"Speechless now? Pick up your sword and fight me to the death to prove that you haven't wasted your decades of cultivation!" Zhuo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.
Leng Jun took a deep breath: "The hatred has already been formed, and there is no point in distinguishing right from wrong now. If I am fortunate enough to win today's battle, I hope you will come back to the Moyun Sword Sect with me and tell me everything. My master, Wang Xinde, is highly respected and will definitely give you a fair punishment!"
"If I die... then so be it. The rest is none of my business!"
With a flick of his longsword, Leng Jun suddenly displayed an aura that seemed to soar to the heavens.
"Well said, but you can't beat me!" Zhuo Yang smiled faintly, his long sword slowly pointing at Leng Jun. When the sword was fully extended, its imposing presence was no less than Leng Jun's.
Both were at the Golden Core stage and were about to fight with all their might.