Chapter 871: So What?

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Well, you didn't leave us any way out either."

The Qiankun Sword Sect's Profound Immortal cultivator fell silent for a few moments before responding indifferently, "We'll see how many you can kill."

With that, another grand completion stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator slowly stepped forward. Without a word, he made his move. A terrifying sword aura surged, like the roar of a storm, shaking the void and making thunder crack.

Another flash of sword light appeared.

The storm of wind and thunder dissipated, leaving behind a clear sky.

The severed head of the cultivator rolled a few feet before coming to a stop.

Fang Chen's indifferent voice echoed, "The second sword of the Qiankun Sword Sect has been broken. Next!"

The scene fell into eerie silence. No one spoke, whether those present or the cultivators watching through the Heavenly Profound Mirror. They were all stunned.

Some of the cultivators in the Enlightenment Realm were silently contemplating in their hearts, wondering if they could have evaded such a sword strike. No matter how they tried to calculate it, it seemed impossible to avoid such an attack.

Two grand completion stage Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivators from the Qiankun Sword Sect were killed in quick succession. If the first one had been unprepared, the second had taken the initiative, yet still met the same fate. It was clear to all—this was a crushing display of power.

The expression of the Qiankun Sword Sect's Profound Immortal cultivator became somewhat unnatural. He subconsciously glanced at the Kunlun Sword Sect cultivator, but the other didn't even look at him, seemingly deep in thought.

After a long pause, the Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivators exchanged glances but hesitated to take action. The atmosphere grew strange. Even among the sword cultivators, there were few who could summon the same kind of "death-seeking" courage as Qin Hu Cheng. Now, after witnessing the tragic deaths of two of their seniors, the remaining cultivators weighed the situation and concluded that stepping forward would mean certain death.

The scene was filled with a strange atmosphere. Cultivators from various powerful factions of the Immortal Demon Sea, whether demon cultivators or human cultivators, looked on in bewilderment. They hadn't expected that the once disadvantageous position of the Void Immortal Sword Sect would suddenly reverse, taking the upper hand due to the arrival of their Sword Chief.

Fang Chen said, "If any of you are afraid, then break your swords and leave them behind. What use are they if you do not dare to wield them?"

His voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"You're asking for death!"

"Arrogant!"

Two sword cultivators, unable to hold back their anger, immediately stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, two more heads rolled onto the ground, severed by Fang Chen's sword. The souls of the four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators appeared, standing in place in confusion, exchanging uncertain glances.

"Next."

Fang Chen's voice remained indifferent, as though he had just performed a simple task.

"Enough."

The Profound Immortal cultivator from Qiankun Sword Sect raised his hand and gestured for the remaining cultivators to stop. "You may leave. From today onward, the Qiankun Sword Sect will close its gates for ten years."

Fang Chen nodded lightly, then turned to the remaining Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. "But do not forget this day. You, as sword cultivators, should never shrink from battle. To hesitate in fear is to have already lost the courage to pursue the peak of the sword path."

The remaining sword cultivators' expressions flickered between green and pale. Some even had blood dripping from their lips, unable to hold back the shame of their failure. They stood there, visibly shaken by Fang Chen's words.

Wang Zhenlong couldn't help but laugh heartily. "What a truly magnificent Broken Sword Path."

Though the remaining cultivators did not step forward, they knew that from now on, a towering obstacle would stand in their way. A peak so insurmountable that it would become an insidious demon in their hearts, forever haunting their path to sword cultivation and blocking their way forward.

The atmosphere grew tense as the implications of Fang Chen's actions became clearer. He had not only severed the lives of Qiankun Sword Sect's disciples but also dealt a psychological blow, effectively severing their future prospects in the sword path.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"His sword doesn't just kill the body, but it also kills the heart.... If the Qiankun Sword Sect doesn't take action today and retreat into seclusion, they might truly face the Broken Sword Path

..."

The murmurs echoed around, hinting at the deep repercussions of Fang Chen's actions.

The Profound Immortal cultivator from Qiankun Sword Sect noticed the change in the expressions of his Nascent Soul Realm disciples. Some were clearly disturbed, their spirits visibly shaken, and a few even showed signs of falling into madness. The sight made his anger flare.

"Impudent fool!" he barked, his eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you harm the future of my Qiankun Sword Sect!"

Fang Chen remained unphased, his gaze calm and unwavering. "So what?"

His words were as cold and indifferent as the sword in his hand.

The cultivator's fury seemed to boil over, but before he could speak, someone's voice interjected, "Junior, being so full of arrogance will cause you to fall sooner or later."

Fang Chen looked at him with a mocking smile. "Kunlun Sword Sect's surnamed Wu, Nascent Soul, huh? I'll slay them all if I must. If you have the ability, tell them to hide, or better yet, don't show themselves."

The Kunlun Sword Sect cultivator's face twisted with rage. Before he could retort, Wang Zhenlong lazily spoke up, cutting through the tension. "Why waste words? We're here for Sword Questioning, not to make friends. There will be casualties, that's the nature of it. If you're too scared to fight, then keep quiet and don't whine. Do you think we're here to comfort you?

"You all should be leaving if you're too timid. Don't embarrass yourselves. With the way things stand, you think you can stop us, the Void Immortal Sword Sect, from staying here today?"

The words were blunt, and the challenge was clear. Qiankun Sword Sect and Kunlun Sword Sect now found themselves in a perilous position. They could no longer hide their hesitation, and any further delay would only serve to damage their pride and reputation.

The disciple of Qiankun Sword Sect had a look that changed multiple times, as if a lump of frustration was stuck in his chest and was not able to expel.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in white slowly walked out from the gate of Qiankun Sword Sect. His attire was snow-white. Even the ornament in his hair was white, seemingly made from some kind of jade.

The crowd's expressions shifted, and a solemn look flashed in their eyes. It was rumored that the Immortal King of Qiankun Sword Sect liked to dress like this!

The Profound Immortal from Qiankun Sword Sect immediately led everyone in bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

The Profound Immortal from Kunlun Sword Sect also showed proper respect, cupping his hands in a salute.

The middle-aged man in white waved his hand with a smile. "No need for so much formalities."

He then looked at Wang Zhenlong. "Zhenlong, how come after all these years, you still have that same temperament?"

Wang Zhenlong forced a smile and cupped his fist. "

Heh

. Greetings, Senior Ke."

"Sigh, no need to be so polite. When your former Old Sword Immortal brought you here as a guest, I didn't see you being this polite to me. Now there's no need for such formalities."

The middle-aged man in white smiled and shook his head. He then sighed softly. "I never expected that the last time we parted would be my final meeting with the Old Sword Immortal. Had I known this, I would have visited the Void Immortal Sword Sect not long ago to have another discussion on swords with him."

After saying this, the middle-aged man in white looked at Fang Chen, a playful smile on his face. "Your sword technique is quite peculiar, it seems different from the legacy of the Void Immortal Sword Sect. Did Old Sword Immortal personally pass down some teachings to you? If that's the case, no wonder you're so proud.

"If that person from Kunlun Sword Sect hadn't failed in becoming a First Rate Sect Leader, his strength would still be far inferior to the Old Sword Immortal. It's something you can take pride in."

At this point, his tone suddenly changed. "However, young one, do you understand the principle of 'letting others go when it's time to show mercy'? As fellow sword cultivators, we should especially understand its meaning."

As he spoke, a subtle, almost imperceptible aura swept toward Fang Chen. It seemed that no one else could perceive it except for Fang Chen. Fang Chen frowned slightly. In the next moment, an old man appeared in front of him and smiled at the middle-aged man in white.

The faint aura vanished completely upon the appearance of Elder Xun, dissolving into nothingness.

"Little Ke, what were you just saying?"

The middle-aged man in white's expression froze slightly.

Nearby cultivators exchanged glances. "Little Ke?"

Who was this old man who had appeared out of nowhere? How dare he address the Immortal King of Qiankun Sword Sect in such a manner?!