Chapter 38: Chapter 37: First Sword
Translator: 549690339
“Today is my chance to erase my past humiliation.”
A cold murderous intent flashed in Liu Ruilong’s eyes as he headed towards Pei Xuanjing with wrath.
As the legitimate heir of the Liu family and showing exceptional talent for cultivation from a young age, Liu Ruilong had always lived in a world full of praise and pride.
In his early twenties, he had already become a Seventh-grade Martial Artist. He was regarded as a top genius in the entire Anping Prefecture, justifying everyone’s high praise for him.
He once thought of himself as Liu family’s Child of Heaven’s Mandate. Just like Tie Qianshan two decades ago, he would lead the Liu family to rise step by step and become a powerful force like the Tie Sect.
However, everything came to a halt that day.
An unknown man suddenly appeared before him and, with just one move, severed the tendons in his hand, crushing any courage he had to strike again.
For Liu Ruilong, who had been proud beyond measure, this was a scenario he had never imagined possible. That moment, his pride was thoroughly shattered, his dignity trampled upon by the opponent.
Since that day, Pei Xuanjing had become his nightmare. Even though his father found spiritual medicine to heal his injury, he still had a shadow in his heart that was hard to erase.
Later, news came that the opponent had shown the strength of a Fifth-grade Martial Artist and killed two Fifth-grade Martial Artists from the Liu family and Shen’s Business Association along with several Sixth Grade Martial Artists. This ignited an uncontrollable fear in Liu Ruilong’s heart.
Even though he had already advanced to the Sixth-grade Realm using his family’s resources.
At this point, Liu Ruilong understood that unless he personally killed his opponent, he would always be a nightmare on his path of cultivation.
But facing a genius who was even younger and more talented than himself, even Liu Ruilong felt a sense of hopelessness.
“Ruilong, take this Flowing Flame Sword. Personally behead Pei Xuanjing. Your father believes in you.”
That was what Liu Chengxiong said when he handed the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon Flame Sword to him that day.
“Father, I will not let you down!”
Liu Ruilong hesitated and struggled, but ultimately, under his father’s hopeful gaze, he accepted the Flowing Flame Sword.
This time, his sole purpose of entering the Blessed Land Secret Area was to kill Pei Xuanjing, to eliminate the greatest nightmare on his path of cultivation.
As for any damn treasures, he was not interested. He believed that as long as he could kill the opponent, he would certainly be able to break through to the Third-grade with his own ability. “Pei Xuanjing, today I will return all the humiliation you have given me!”
A hint of bloodthirsty madness flashed in Liu Ruilongts eyes as he unsheathed the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon Flame Sword in his hand.
As he swung the long sword, a red flame ignited on the blade, bringing an infinite heat wave slashing towards Pei Xuanjing.
“Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon!”
Pei Xuanjing had no idea that simply defeating Liu Ruilong would cause such a big impact on him.
But even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.
The cultivation of martial arts is like sailing against the current. It does not allow for the slightest retreat.
Furthermore, based on Liu Ruilong’s behavior of drawing his sword and killing at the slightest disagreement, he was clearly not a good person. He brought the current situation upon himself.
Right now, Pei Xuanjing was most surprised by the sword in Liu Ruilong’s hand. It was actually a Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon!
However, the two launched their attacks simultaneously. When Liu Ruilong drew his sword, Pei Xuanjing didn’t have much room to dodge.
He had no choice but to grip the long sword in his hand and meet the attack head-on.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After several rapid collisions, his treasured sword, which was snatched from Liu Ruilong’s hand, was already full of cracks, and it seemed that it could no longer be used.
“Pei Xuanjing, today is your death day.”
Seeing the long sword in his opponent’s hand shatter into several pieces, a fierce smile appeared on Liu Ruilong’s face.
It had to be said that the Sixth-grade Martial Artist Liu Ruilong, with the help of this Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon Flame Sword, had a combat power that was no less inferior to that of most Fifth-grade Martial Artists.
In this Forbidden Place Blessed Land, as long as he didn’t run into a few people, he could either fight or defend himself with this Divine Weapon in hand.
But who was he facing? It was Pei Xuanjing!
Pei Xuanjing was not a mere Fifth-grade Realm as they perceived, but had reached the top level of combat power in this Blessed Land Forbidden Place; among the top few people.
Even without a weapon, he was more than enough to handle Liu Ruilong who was relying on the Divine Weapon to flaunt his power.
“Heh, you think you can?”
Pei Xuanjing sneered disdainfully and switched his posture. He evaded Liu Ruilong’s attack.
He moved with mysterious steps, his palms continuously striking, instantly covering Liu Ruilong with numerous palm shadows.
Fierce Flame Palm Technique, a mid-grade martial art he obtained from Lord Fu. Although his proficiency was not high, it was more than enough to deal with Liu Ruilong.
“You!”
Seeing Pei Xuanjing unleash his full strength, Liu Ruilong’s face changed dramatically.
“When did you break through to the Fourth-grade?”
At this moment, he was somewhat flustered.
A Fourth-grade Martial Artist at the age of twenty would astonish the entire Anping Prefecture and even the Northwest Dao when the news got out.
This is the moment!
Pei Xuanjing seized the moment, taking advantage of Liu Ruilong’s brief fluster. He pointed his right hand like a sword, gathering True Qi on it, and shot out several invisible sword Qi towards Liu Ruilong’s wrist.
A sword Qi stabbed Liu Ruilong’s wrist. It hit the very position where his tendons were severed by Pei Xuanjing long ago. His wrist ached, and he dropped the Divine Weapon.
“Not good!”
A flicker of panic crossed Liu Ruilong•s eyes, and he immediately tried to grab the sword again.
But Pei Xuanjing moved faster, stepping forward and landing a palm strike on Liu Ruilong’s chest. Liu Ruilong spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying several feet back.
At the same time, Pei Xuanjing grabbed the Divine Weapon.
In an instant, the outcome was decided.
If Liu Ruilong still had the Divine Weapon in hand, he might have been able to stalemate with Pei Xuanjing for a few rounds. But now, with the Divine Weapon in Pei Xuanjing’s hand, he was completely paralyzed.
With his injury, Liu Ruilong had only one thought – to escape.
“Quick, kill him!”
He hurriedly called his men and hoped they could buy him some time.
“Heh, trying to escape?”
Unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain.
The strength of this group of people was only Sixth-grade Realm at best, the same as Liu Ruilong. Even if they outnumbered Pei Xuanjing, they couldn’t even dream of pushing him back with the Divine Weapon in his hand.
One step, one kill, in just a few breaths, several of the Liu family’s men were slain by Pei Xuanjing.
The remaining few, facing Pei Xuanjing, trembled and hesitated, not daring to move forward.
With just a few strides, Pei Xuanjing was before Liu Ruilong. Without any hesitation, he raised his sword, ready to strike down.
“Stop!”