novelraw Chapter 124
Chapter 124
Chapter 124
Murong Bai Feng’s clothes hung in tatters, his body riddled with wounds.
Sword marks cut deep into his bones.
His right leg was severed outright.
Half of his left hand was gone.
He could only collapse to his knees.
His body held not a trace of true essence anymore.
He knelt weakly, drained of all strength.
The arrogance and killing intent on his face vanished completely.
Terror replaced it.
Fear consumed him.
His gaze toward Gu Yang was the gaze one cast upon a terrifying monster—filled with dread.
At that moment, Gu Yang glanced at the broken mid-grade spirit sword in his hand and frowned slightly.
“Mid-grade spirit sword… looks like it can’t withstand the Great Perfection Sword Intent.”
He sighed inwardly.
Twice he unleashed the Great Perfection Sword Intent, and the weapon shattered completely.
Yet he didn’t discard it. He stored it in his ring, then drew another mid-grade spirit sword—Bai Tianhong’s personal blade.
Gu Yang gripped the sword and walked slowly toward Murong Bai Feng.
Murong’s face twisted in panic. He tried to retreat, but with only one leg, his movements were clumsy.
Soon, Gu Yang stood before him.
“Gu… Gu Yang!”
“Please, don’t kill me! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!”
Murong Bai Feng begged desperately. He didn’t want to die.
He was still in his prime, with three hundred years of life ahead.
He had already touched the threshold of Yuanhai Realm, eighth level.
With more time in seclusion, he could have broken through.
Now regret filled his heart.
If only… if only I had stayed in seclusion. Why did I come out?
Who could have known the man they besieged would be such a monster?
Whether his begging was shameful didn’t matter.
He only wanted to live.
If survival meant humiliation, so be it.
But before he finished speaking, Gu Yang’s expression remained calm.
Without a word, he swung his blade.
Puchi!
Murong Bai Feng’s head fell cleanly.
The Yuanhai Realm seventh-level old monster perished.
His death marked the complete annihilation of the twenty-five Yuanhai Realm experts sent by White Spirit Sect and Sword Spirit Sect.
Not one survived.
Their corpses littered the battlefield.
Spectators gasped, breath catching in their throats.
“They’re dead… all dead!”
“What kind of monster is Gu Yang!?”
“That sword just now… it even shattered space. Can a mere first-level Baoyuan Realm cultivator do that?”
“One sword to kill over twenty Yuanhai experts… even a peak tenth-level Yuanhai master might not achieve that!”
“Terrifying!”
Fear filled their eyes as they looked at Gu Yang.
“Could it be… Gu Yang inherited the legacy of a Life-and-Death Realm powerhouse?”
“Yes, otherwise how could he wield such terrifying strength?”
Though they believed Gu Yang carried such a legacy, none dared harbor schemes against him.
Gu Yang slaughtered Yuanhai experts as easily as chickens.
The strongest among them was only Yuanhai third-level.
To raise a hand against him was suicide.
“After this battle… Gu Yang has become a legend of Chu!” someone exclaimed.
Meanwhile, in the sky, the black-robed elder froze.
His eyes trembled with shock.
“Heaven-grade supreme sword art…” he muttered.
His clouded eyes shone with disbelief.
A youth from the backwaters had mastered a heaven-grade supreme sword art!
In all of Chu, heaven-grade martial skills were rare.
Even top sects might not possess them.
The royal family’s strongest technique was only heaven-grade high.
Yet Gu Yang wielded heaven-grade supreme—and had cultivated it to perfection.
No wonder his sword shattered space with ease.
Behind him, the Chu Emperor stood dumbfounded.
“This…”
He hadn’t expected such an outcome.
When he learned White Spirit Sect and Sword Spirit Sect planned to strike Gu Yang, he rushed to summon his royal uncle—the black-robed elder.
But even with help, they achieved nothing.
Gu Yang alone, with one sword, annihilated twenty-five Yuanhai experts, including Murong Bai Feng.
The Emperor’s heart surged with turmoil.
He felt Gu Yang’s sharpness, a force so overwhelming that even he might not withstand it.
Gu Yang’s growth defied all expectations.
The battle ended, but its impact had only begun.
News of Gu Yang’s feat spread swiftly across Chu.
Seventeen years old.
First-level Baoyuan Realm.
One sword.
Twenty-five Yuanhai experts slain.
The world reeled in shock.
“Monster!”
“Demon!”
“Freak!”
Sects trembled.
They purged anyone who had clashed with Gu Yang, fearing disaster.
White Spirit Sect and Sword Spirit Sect reacted quickly.
When the soul tablet of their first Yuanhai elder shattered, they raged.
But as tablet after tablet broke, fear consumed them.
When Murong Bai Feng’s tablet shattered, their sect masters realized the truth.
By the next night, both sects fled Chu entirely, relocating to foreign lands.
They feared Gu Yang would come knocking.
The news stunned the world.
“Chu’s number one sect, White Spirit Sect… fled overnight?”
“Is Gu Yang truly that terrifying?”
“He cut down twenty-five Yuanhai experts, including Murong Bai Feng. Do you think White Spirit Sect isn’t afraid?”
“The heavens of Chu… have changed!”
Flowing Cloud Sect – A Joyous Banquet…
Compared to the fear and unrest gripping White Spirit Sect and Sword Spirit Sect, Flowing Cloud Sect brimmed with harmony and celebration.
The reason was simple—Chu’s Emperor had come as a guest!
Every disciple of Flowing Cloud Sect was thrilled, gazing expectantly toward a lavish chamber not far away.
Inside that chamber sat the legendary Emperor of Chu.
The room gleamed with grandeur.
A massive round table stood at its center.
The Emperor and Princess Chu Ling’er sat on one side.