Chapter 77

"Just at the middle stage of the True Qi Realm, his strength is actually stronger than mine? How is that possible?"

As a peak True Qi Realm martial artist and a disciple of the Heavy Sword Sect, Song Yang's strength was far superior to that of disciples from the True Martial Sword Sect, the Black Tortoise Sword Sect, and the Heaven-Cleaving Sword Sect at the same realm. However, Ling Dao's strength was clearly even more formidable.

Moreover, Ling Dao's sword techniques were extremely fierce and domineering, and his speed was incredibly fast. With just one strike, he made Song Yang feel wary. If at the beginning Song Yang had not taken Ling Dao seriously, now he truly began to do so.

"Is he even stronger than Senior Brother Song?"

"Am I seeing things?"

Zhong Feifei and Chunlan were both extremely shocked. They thought they had seen Ling Dao's limits, but each time they were more shocked than the last. Even in the Heavy Sword Sect, Song Yang was somewhat famous; otherwise, the sect leader wouldn't have entrusted this matter to him.

But now, Ling Dao had faced Song Yang head-on and emerged victorious. Even though Ling Dao was only at the middle stage of the True Qi Realm, his strength and sword techniques far surpassed Song Yang's. By now, Ling Dao's Thunderbolt Shadowless Sword had reached a level of mastery that Song Yang could not match.

"I have received your sword technique; now it's your turn to receive mine!"

"Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun!"

The Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun, being a low-grade sword technique, naturally possessed extraordinary power. For a ninth-grade force, either they wouldn't have a middle-grade sword technique, or if they did, it would be their sect's ultimate technique, which Song Yang couldn't cultivate. The most powerful technique Song Yang had was a low-grade sword technique.

"Triple Strike of Heavy Weight!"

Song Yang roared, raising his large sword with both hands, spinning 360 degrees before slashing down with a fierce wave of energy rushing towards Ling Dao. Even the ground bore a long sword mark. Then, he took a step forward, repeating the same motion, and slashed down again.

The matter was far from over. Song Yang leaped high into the air, his body spinning like a top at incredible speed. When he reached the highest point, he dove down, gripping the large sword with both hands and slashing down with all his might.

"Boom"

Within a mile, it felt like an earthquake. The ground was marked with deep grooves, resembling a spider web. As a low-grade sword technique, the damage of the Triple Strike of Heavy Weight was immense. In terms of power, the Triple Strike of Heavy Weight was clearly more powerful than the Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun.

However, Ling Dao's understanding of sword techniques was far beyond Song Yang's. If Ling Dao were to perform the Triple Strike of Heavy Weight, its power would at least triple, or even more. Even when using the Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun, Ling Dao was more skilled than Song Yang.

Ling Dao's sword seemed to transform into seven suns, arranged in the field, appearing extremely terrifying. If it were anyone else, even if they had mastered the Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun, they wouldn't be able to achieve this. Ling Dao's sword speed was so fast that he could unleash seven strikes in an instant, performing all seven forms of the technique.

As the saying goes, lightning and fire are inseparable. Ling Dao had an extremely high talent in the path of lightning, so he naturally had excellent control over the Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun. The seven consecutive strikes all aimed at Song Yang. The intense collision caused the entire battlefield to be enveloped in dust and flying debris.

A figure, like a cannonball, was hurled backward at high speed. Zhong Feifei and Chunlan's eyes didn't blink; they both wanted to know who had lost. The clash between the Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun and the Triple Strike of Heavy Weight had ended.

"Ah!"

Song Yang lay on the ground like a dead dog, his body covered in sword marks. Ling Dao's Seven Forms of the Blazing Sun seemed to have penetrated his body, causing it to split from the inside out. Such severe injuries made it impossible for him to continue fighting, let alone survive.

"Senior Brother Song!"

When Zhong Feifei saw the figure lying in a pool of blood, she let out a cry. She immediately looked at the battlefield, where a young figure stood proudly, holding a sword, like an ancient sword god who had crossed time and space.

"Did he lose?"

Chunlan muttered softly, still unable to accept it. Song Yang, a peak True Qi Realm martial artist, had been defeated by Ling Dao, and the battle had not lasted long. Not only had they determined the winner, but they had also decided life and death.

"I can't even match a middle-stage True Qi Realm youth..."

Song Yang said in a daze. Losing to Ling Dao was something he couldn't accept. He had taken Ling Dao very seriously, otherwise, he wouldn't have used his strongest technique, the Triple Strike of Heavy Weight. But even so, he still lost, and lost so miserably.

"I've already said, the person I want to kill, no one can stop. Whoever stands in my way will die!"

Ling Dao, holding the Blazing Sun Sword, walked towards Song Yang. Song Yang, Zhong Feifei, and Chunlan, none of them would be allowed to live. First, they had a grudge, and if they were allowed to return to the Heavy Sword Sect, Ling Dao would have no place to stand in Anshan County. The Heaven-Cleaving Sword Sect was only a tenth-grade force and wouldn't dare to confront the Heavy Sword Sect.

Secondly, whether it was Song Yang, Zhong Feifei, or Chunlan, they all knew some things about Ling Dao. These things, Ling Dao didn't want anyone to know. The leader of the Viper Gang and the Viper Gang members knew, so they died. Since these three knew, they must also die.

"Die!"

Ling Dao took a step and came to Chunlan's side. His sword was so fast that Chunlan couldn't even defend herself. She only managed to touch her neck, and the fresh blood stained her hands. With just one strike, he took her life.

"Your turn!"

Looking at Ling Dao approaching with his sword, Song Yang smiled bitterly. He no longer had the strength to wield his sword, and the Blazing Sun Sword decapitated him. In just a moment, Chunlan and Song Yang were both dead, leaving only Zhong Feifei in the field.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Don't come over here!"

Zhong Feifei sat on the ground in fear, then, without standing up, she supported herself with her hands and kept retreating. Her face was pale, and her eyes were full of fear. With Chunlan and Song Yang dead, she knew she wouldn't be able to survive alone.

"If only you had thought of this earlier."

Ling Dao picked up Song Yang's large sword, then, using the Eight Steps of Star Chasing, he came to Zhong Feifei's side. He leaped up and threw the large sword down. Zhong Feifei only managed to let out a scream before the sword pinned her to the ground.

"My... my father... will not... let you... off!"

(PS: 10,000 flowers for an extra chapter!)

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