Chapter 27

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Dongfang Bingling's delicate body trembled, her exquisite face suddenly turned pale. From a young age, she had been revered as a fairy, and she had never been insulted like this before. She almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"And you, Zhu Hongxue?" Ximen Wuya glared at Zhu Hongxue beside Dongfang Bingling and said, "Dongfang Bingling has a fiancé. Why do you cling to her every day? What are you trying to do? Not only that, as the top young expert, Yang Dingtian is just past the启蒙 stage. Yet you attacked him ruthlessly? Do you have some ulterior motive?"

Zhu Hongxue gave a cold glance, not even bothering to explain.

Dongfang Bingling took a deep breath, then lifted her exquisitely beautiful chin and said coldly, "City Lord Ximen, your words are indeed sharp. I also have a few questions to ask, please answer them."

"Please!" Ximen Wuya said.

"First question, my father was the greatest expert in the world. Wasn't his cultivation and vision very high?" Dongfang Bingling asked.

"Of course, Senior Brother Dongfang is the person I respect most in this world," Ximen Wuya said slowly.

"Since his vision is so high, why did he choose someone as mediocre as Yang Dingtian? A man in his twenties, just past the启蒙 stage, and I have seen his mystic vein talent, which is very, very mediocre. He isn't even qualified to be a miscellaneous disciple in our Yin-Yang Sect. How could my father choose him as the successor of the Yin-Yang Sect?" Dongfang Bingling said.

Before Ximen Wuya could answer, Dongfang Bingling continued, "Second question, someone saw that on the way to the Yin-Yang Sect, Yang Dingtian was on the Cloud City's flying boat and had a close relationship with City Lord Ximen. Is this true?"

Ximen Wuya nodded, "It is true."

Dongfang Bingling said, "The Cloud City has always wanted to reclaim the rightful position of the Yin-Yang Sect. If normal methods fail, could they use a different method? Use a spy, have someone bring my father's legacy to the Yin-Yang Sect, claim that my father took him as a disciple and made him the successor, and betroth me to him. And this person happens to be from your Cloud City. In twenty or thirty years, the Yin-Yang Sect would belong to your Cloud City."

"If this is true, does it mean that City Lord Ximen is somehow involved in my father's death?" Dongfang Bingling said coldly.

Ximen Wuya was slightly taken aback and said slowly, "Miss Dongfang's words are truly as sharp as a sword."

"Fine, even if Senior Brother Dongfang's legacy can be found, what about his last words? His last words were infused into the flame pendant. As long as it matches with your mother's moth pendant, the last words will appear. These last words are formed from your father's blood and mystic energy. Could this be faked?" Ximen Wuya said.

Dongfang Bingling turned her exquisite face, her beautiful eyes turned cold, and she bit her lip, "What last words? I have never seen them. I have only heard Yang Dingtian's account!"

Ximen Wuya was stunned, looking at Dongfang Bingling with disbelief, then said slowly, "A person who has no shame is invincible. A person without a face is impossible to defeat."

Then, Ximen Wuya turned to Jiang Songyang and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, it seems that reason cannot be reached."

Jiang Songyang said, "It was never going to be reasoned. Otherwise, why would we have so many people here? Hand over Yang Dingtian. This is no longer just about the flame ring, but about the death of the Sect Master. We need to thoroughly interrogate him to find out how the Sect Master died and who killed him."

"I understand, I understand!" Ximen Wuya said slowly, "Since reason cannot be reached, let's fight."

"Really fight?" Jiang Songyang said, "Junior Brother Ximen, how do you compare in cultivation to me?"

"About the same," Ximen Wuya said.

Jiang Songyang said, "You, Ximen Wuya, have a great reputation outside, while I am silent in the Yin-Yang Sect. But in terms of strength, I am definitely not weaker than you. Over twenty years ago, I fought with Sect Master Dongfang and won by a small margin. Among the experts here, I am the weakest. Junior Brother Wuying is skilled in killing, and though I can injure him, it would be a life-threatening battle. As for Uncle Ning Bushi, he is far stronger than me. As for Sect Master Zhu, I can't even compare."

Ximen Wuya smiled faintly.

Jiang Songyang continued, "You are a Master, and I am a Master. You might not even be able to defeat me, let alone Uncle Ning Bushi and Sect Master Zhu. I really don't know where you get the confidence to say you want to fight. Why not just hand over Yang Dingtian?"

Ximen Wuya said, "Senior Brother Jiang, let's see how the fight goes."

"If you want to fight, then let's fight. I am the weakest among us, but I am enough for you, so I will fight you," Jiang Songyang said, then drew a ten-foot-long giant sword from his back.

Ximen Wuya drew a fine sword less than two and a half feet long from his sleeve and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, are we fighting to the death or just a friendly match?"

"To the death!" Jiang Songyang said.

"Indeed, to the death," Ximen Wuya said, "Your role in the death of the previous City Lord of Cloud City was not honorable. Don't think I don't know. Since it's to the death, let's settle old scores."

"Die if you must, no need for empty words," Jiang Songyang said coldly, then swiped his hand across the giant blade, causing blood to spurt and cover the blade.

"Boom..." The blood ignited, and the ten-foot-long, one and a half-foot-wide giant blade burned fiercely, illuminating the surrounding sea for a hundred meters.

Jiang Songyang raised the flaming giant blade, and his mystic wings, ten meters wide, spread out behind him.

"Bang!" Like a meteor, Jiang Songyang leaped into the air and then charged at Ximen Wuya like lightning.

The killing intent was overwhelming, like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging.

Jiang Songyang, a world-renowned expert, a Master!

Flying above Ximen Wuya, Jiang Songyang roared, "After today, there will be no more Cloud City in the world!"

Then he swung his blade down, an endless flame, a ten-foot-long giant blade, and a thunderous strike aimed at Ximen Wuya's head, ready to tear him to pieces instantly.

Ximen Wuya raised his fine sword, less than two and a half feet long, and met Jiang Songyang's overwhelming attack, tilting the blade.

"Swish..." A single sword stroke, Ximen Wuya's fine sword turned into a hundred-meter-long blue light, like a bolt of lightning, slicing through the dark sky.

"Shh..." Like a knife cutting tofu, Jiang Songyang's mighty blade was cut in two, and his body was sliced in half.

Blood spurted, and Jiang Songyang fell into the sea, dead and dismembered!

Everyone was stunned, completely shocked by the scene before them!

Ximen Wuya's reputation had been growing in recent years, but everyone thought he was at most on par with Jiang Songyang. No one expected that Jiang Songyang would be killed in one move, cut in two. Nor did they expect that Ximen Wuya, who seemed reluctant to fight, would be so ruthless once he engaged.

"Next, who's up!" Ximen Wuya asked, then lightly flicked his fine sword, which returned to its original size, now looking like a sleeve sword.

"Yin-Yang Sect's Wuying, paying respects to City Lord Ximen," a figure emerged from the darkness.

This person was of average height, with a slender and supple build. Though a man, his face was delicate, like a woman's.

He looked like a woman, but this man struck fear into the hearts of the entire world. As the judge of the Yin-Yang Sect, his sole mission was to kill. No matter how high the opponent's cultivation or status, as long as the order was given, he would travel thousands of miles to take their life.

Wuying was forty-five years old and had been a judge for fifteen years, never failing a mission. As a member of the Yin-Yang Sect, he was neither ice-attribute nor fire-attribute, but wind-attribute.

Some said that in martial arts, he was not the highest. In mystic energy, he was not the highest. And among the world's experts, he was almost the only one who did not know mystic techniques, only martial techniques, and relied solely on his fine sword.

But among all the experts in the world, his speed was the fastest. Whether in attack or sword speed, he believed that in martial arts, speed was invincible. His speed made everyone unprepared. Therefore, he had a terrifying nickname, the Phantom Ghost King.

He never failed to kill his targets, no matter how powerful they were.

He did not have the title of Master, but he had killed two Masters.

Only the strongest could be a judge.

Wuying was only nominally part of the Yin-Yang Sect. His martial arts were not learned in the Yin-Yang Sect. He became the judge of the Yin-Yang Sect because he was once saved by Dongfang Niemi.

"Junior Brother Wuying, please wait!" Ximen Wuya said, then lifted his body and floated up, leaving the Cloud City's flying boat and hovering in the air above the sea.

Closing his eyes slowly, Ximen Wuya said, "Junior Brother Wuying, I am ready. Please attack."

Ximen Wuya closing his eyes to fight Wuying was not out of contempt. It was because Wuying's speed was too fast, and using his eyes to find him was too slow. He had to rely on his senses.

"Whoosh..." Indeed, Wuying instantly disappeared into the night sky, out of everyone's sight.

Then, a gust of wind mixed with the sea breeze swirled around Ximen Wuya. If he opened his eyes, he would see that Wuying was completely invisible, but he knew that Wuying was nearby, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Wuying killed with one strike, never missing, and even top experts had died under his sword.

Ximen Wuya remained with his eyes closed, his body motionless, the wind still swirling around him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared, a fine sword like a meteor in the night sky, piercing toward Ximen Wuya's chest.

A very ordinary angle, a very ordinary position, but it was fast, so fast that it was impossible to defend.

In an instant, the battle was over, as fast as lightning.

The result of Ximen Wuya's battle with the King of Assassins was clear.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

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