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Zhao Tianlang finished speaking and vanished within the palace. In the next moment, he suddenly appeared in a royal city. His attire flowed gracefully, as if soaked in water, appearing slow yet agile, giving off an ethereal vibe, like a celestial being from a painting.
On the outskirts of the royal city, the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords tore through the air, whistling towards Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang stood firm, gritting his teeth as he faced the incoming giant sword. With a fist glowing with golden light, he struck out, using all his strength from the Power Rules to counter the Peerless Killing Sword. The killing sword bent and flew back but showed no signs of breaking.
Above him, shadows overlapped as the Sword Saint closed in. He extended his finger like a sword and slashed at Zhao Yang. The massive light sword cut through the void. Zhao Yang felt his stamina waning and rolled to evade, but the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords locked onto him like a swarm of killer bees, attacking with no room for error, leaving him wounded once more.
Zhao Yang was injured in multiple places, his clothes torn and bloodied. If it weren't for his supreme body, he would have been killed by the Sword Saint countless times already. The Sword Saint grew increasingly frustrated; throughout his long career, he had always challenged those above his level and had never been so troubled by hunting down a junior. He suddenly understood why the Central Sovereign would go to such lengths to eliminate this youth—this boy was undoubtedly an anomaly!
"Ah—!" Zhao Yang roared, and the Foundation Cauldron within him finally trembled. Countless Mysterious Characters began to overflow from his body, working together with Crimson Gold Characters to protect his safety. The Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords were all shattered away, and Zhao Yang's gaze turned ferocious; he was truly pushed to his limits by the Sword Saint!
"Dugu Old Thief, I, Zhao Yang, will not rest until I kill you!" Zhao Yang had never been driven to such desperation by anyone before; his anger reached its peak.
A radiant crack opened on his forehead as Zhao Yang endured immense pain to forcefully activate the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye to strike at the Sword Saint. Upon seeing Zhao Yang's strange actions, the Sword Saint began to defend against Divine Sense. Even so, he still suffered a splitting headache and fell to the ground with a scream, blood flowing from both ears as his head rang.
"Ant! I will tear your body into pieces and ensure you die a miserable death!" The Sword Saint was also pushed to his limits; he never expected to be attacked repeatedly by a junior without being able to defend himself. He had heard of a rising star in the cultivation world named Yuan Lie from the Overlord Sect, who excelled in Primordial Spirit attacks. Yet this Zhao Yang could do similarly; after being humiliated time and again, it was shameful for someone who had reached sainthood in swordsmanship to struggle against a mere junior.
Exhausted of True Qi and physical strength, Zhao Yang wanted nothing more than to crush the Sword Saint with Chaos in his hands. However, this Buddhist Sect Divine Power could only be used against opponents of equal or lower rank. The Sword Saint's cultivation level far surpassed his own; he hadn't even formed his Primordial Infant yet—how could he possibly contend with someone who had already become a saint?
Unable to endure any longer, the Sword Saint let out a roar as the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords suddenly merged into one—a super sword radiating boundless killing intent—striking directly at Zhao Yang!
The merging of the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords had never allowed anyone to escape since ancient times. According to Zhao Yang's calculations, he couldn't escape either. The terrifying aura of this giant sword surpassed that of the Heavenly Sword of the National Protector held by the Central Sovereign and was comparable to Zhongzhou Dynasty's first National Treasure, Heavenly Hunter's Reed—a Dao Artifact that had nearly slain the Consort of Rain!
Yet at that moment, Zhao Yang calmed down. He quietly closed his eyes; life and death were beyond his control. Although invincible among peers, he could not contend with older experts—that was a fact. Even if he were favored by heaven and earth, he could not escape reality's rules.
But he knew he wouldn't die; there was no other reason than that he still had two threads of salvation!
However, when calm returned and Zhao Yang opened his eyes again, Sun Wukong did not appear. Instead, there stood a person radiating an ethereal aura with their back turned towards him, gently grasping the Peerless Killing Sword!
The movement was particularly light, as if his fingers were delicately pinching chopsticks.
The man's power not only left the Sword Saint across from him speechless, but even Zhao Yang behind him was stunned.
His clothes floated gracefully in the air like clouds, moving as lightly as if they were in water. His long hair was tied back, swaying gently, as if for him, the terrifying Peerless Killing Sword was no different from a mere embroidery needle.
He calmly turned around and looked at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he couldn't help but shout, "What the hell! Dad?!"
"Dad?" The Sword Saint across also gasped inwardly.
Then, Zhao Tianlang flicked his sleeve, striking the Sword Saint's face, sending him flying like a dog.
"I'm not your dad! Dare to hit my son? Calling me dad won't help!" Zhao Tianlang said nonchalantly, casting a disdainful glance at the Sword Saint who lay on the ground like a dead dog.
"Wow, it really is my dad!" Zhao Yang exclaimed with tears in his eyes. He never expected that the one who came to save him at the last moment would be his father!
"Silly child, why are you crying? This old man dared to beat you like this; we'll go to his house later and settle this," Zhao Tianlang said affectionately as he looked at Zhao Yang. "You've suffered outside."
"Dad, how did you become so powerful all of a sudden? Where's Mom?" Zhao Yang asked joyfully. He hadn't been home in a long time and missed them dearly.
"Your mother is in a safe place cultivating. As for my strength, I'm not quite sure. It was the people from the Zhao Clan Imperial Family who found me and made me sit through some strange ritual. When I woke up, I was like this," Zhao Tianlang explained. There were still many things he couldn't remember and would have to explore slowly later.
"Imperial Family?" Upon hearing those two words, Zhao Yang felt a tremor in his heart. A family bold enough to claim imperial status must be extraordinary, and he had never seen anyone mention it in the One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books!
However, at that moment, a cracking sound echoed from within Zhao Yang, like the shattering of a golden core. He was gravely injured, and it was highly likely that his foundation had been damaged.
Upon realizing this, Zhao Tianlang was filled with rage. The last time he had been abruptly awakened during a sacrificial ceremony, he had sensed that his son might be in danger. He projected his thoughts to the place where his son was in trouble, only to discover that it was the Zhongzhou Royal Family involved.
When He Qing learned of Zhao Yang's death, she was devastated and spent her days in sorrow, unable to sleep. As a result, Zhao Tianlang repeatedly stormed into the royal city for revenge. However, the Old God General was stationed there, and with the Central Sovereign wielding the Sky Piercing Sword and Heavenly Hunter's Reed, he faced immense obstacles and could not avenge his son.
Now, upon hearing that his son was still alive, Zhao Tianlang could hardly contain his joy. Yet he was taken aback to find that the one pursuing him was an old man. He despised such bullying of the weak by the strong. Thus, his killing intent surged as he summoned the Sword Saint with a claw-like gesture and unleashed a flurry of brutal punches. The Sword Saint bled from all seven orifices and cried out for mercy.
"You're still shouting!" Zhao Tianlang struck heavily, each punch carrying tremendous force without holding back. Nearby rocks collapsed and were sent flying hundreds of meters high; it looked as if the Sword Saint would soon meet his end.
Zhao Yang could no longer bear to watch and said, "Father, let him rest for a moment. I want to battle him at the same level to determine who is superior."
"Fine, let him fight you at the Divine Transformation Stage!" Zhao Tianlang nodded in agreement; he had heard of his son's reputation from several young members of their clan.
"No, let him fight me at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage!" Zhao Yang insisted resolutely. He had previously stated that battling at the same level would allow him to kill the Sword Saint as easily as slaughtering a dog. However, the Sword Saint had shown disrespect due to his age and relentlessly pursued him while boasting that he was trash. Now, Zhao Yang wanted to see just how formidable this master of swordsmanship at the Nascent Soul Stage truly was.
"Father, heal him." Zhao Yang did not wish to take advantage of someone in distress; he sought fairness rather than oppression through power.
Zhao Tianlang nodded and with a flick of his fingers, enveloped the Sword Saint in an immensely powerful True Qi that began to restore his battered body slowly.
The Sword Saint lifted his head, filled with humiliation and resentment. Zhao Tianlang raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face, sending the Sword Saint rolling on the ground for several circles before finally coming to a stop.
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