Chapter 334: My Brother!

Chapter 334: My Brother!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Xiao Tengkong could hear the truth in the other party’s words, but he adopted an uncompromising attitude the moment he heard Wei Xinglu’s name. He spoke faintly, "I will believe it as what Venerable Lord Sword has said, but Wei Xinglu is this school’s disciple. No matter what he did, he will be judged and punished by the School of Spring and Autumn. Nothing grants the Four Seasons Tower the right to deliver their justice."

His eyes, as they rested on Venerable Lord Sword, were cold as he continued, "Are you not regarding yourself too highly by coming to the School of Spring and Autumn to sanction my school’s disciple?"

Venerable Lord Sword was taken aback.

He had imagined all sorts of responses from the school, he was unprepared for such an uncompromising attitude.

After his arrival, the School of Spring and Autumn was obviously very wary of the Four Seasons Tower’s search for revenge. He had subdued the crowd with his aura, but he had yet to exert his power to subdue the entire school. The higher authority of the school did not wish for the conflict to escalate.

When Xiao Tengkong of Spring and Autumn arrived, both sides seemed to relax, adopting a more relenting stance. Venerable Lord Sword had assumed that things would most probably end peacefully. He was confident and proud of his own ability but the School of Spring and Autumn was one of Tianxuan Continent’s top ten ancient sects after all. There was still risk if he were to act rashly. If they were civil to each other, things could still be salvaged.

In spite of this, once Wei Xinglu’s name was mentioned, there was a palpable tension that could be felt throughout the throng in the School of Spring and Autumn.

The unusually uncompromising stance caught Venerable Lord Sword off guard. He could instinctively tell that Wei Xinglu was someone of note.

Yet with how things had escalated, he could only go with the flow; if he were to take a step back, it would be an embarrassment. Since when had the Four Seasons Tower been afraid of anyone?

Venerable Lord Sword straightened up, his eyes glowing with a sharp radiance as he said coldly, "If so, the School of Spring and Autumn shall be Four Seasons Tower’s first victim in the martial world!"

"Subdue the world by force, bloodshed in the martial world!"

The scabbard that hung on his shoulder emitted a loud, resonating, cry before a sword unsheathed itself and hovered in mid-air. It laid horizontal, an icy glow dancing at the tip as it pointed itself at the crowd.

"Fight if you want, there is no need for so much nonsense!" Xiao Tengkong bellowed, "We, the School of Spring and Autumn, are no easy targets!"

With a string of whispers, a dozen disciples held swords in their hands.

"Please, do welcome our guest of honor with a sword formation!"

With those words being spoken, the alarm bell in the school rang again, clanging loudly. Silhouette after silhouette charged down from various hills like falling meteors.

An aged voice resounded, "The School of Spring and Autumn has stood here for a long time. I would like to see how capable the Four Seasons Tower is in bathing this school in blood. Seize Venerable Lord Sword! This old man shall bring him to see Mr. Nian, I’d like to ask if the Four Seasons Tower is going to turn the world over!"

A powerful surge of sword energy was the only reply.

Venerable Lord Sword growled, his killing intent engulfing the heaven and earth and spread through the frontal area of School of Spring and Autumn. He cried, "Kill!"

…

At the same time, the Underworld Valley, where Concourse of the Underworld was situated, had blood pouring through it in streams!

The Four Seasons Tower’s Venerable Lord Ice and Frost, as well as a dozen top-notch experts, were attacking the Concourse of the Underworld’s headquarters in full force!

Both sides spoke no words but dove straight into a duel.

The Concourse of the Underworld’s ten court kings attended the battle personally. while Gold-ranked assassins of the concourse appeared as well, displaying their amazing stealth and combat skills.

The fight was furious and devastating.

The Four Seasons Tower executed their attacks throughout the rest of the martial world as well. Green Garb Knight, Red Garb Knight, Yellow Garb Knight, and White Garb Knight emerged in the martial arts world from different directions, killing anyone who dared go against the Four Seasons Tower or was secretly defying the tower’s orders. They moved domineeringly, washing their paths in red; blood gushed everywhere while bones covered the ground.

The quad-colored riders of spring, summer, autumn, and winter were gone from the martial world for so long that they had almost become legends, yet they had reemerged and had begun rewriting their stories.

…

Four Seasons Tower’s subjugation of the world by force and the pouring of blood in the martial world held true wherever they went and took the upper hand. Only the results on the part of Venerable Lord Sword was less desirable.

It was not that Venerable Lord Sword had lost or he had encountered obstacles. His fight was in an unusual atmosphere. Venerable Lord Sword had blocked the School of Spring and Autumn’s gate alone, while his sword energy had completely enclosed the space.

He was not able to attack in the inner part of the school and carry out a massacre, but with him being there, no one could leave either. It would be harder than trying to enter heaven than for the School of Spring and Autumn’s people to charge out.

Therefore, Venerable Lord Sword did not at all feel bad for not being able to slaughter his way in. He knew full well about the real capability of the School of Spring and Autumn – those old ones had yet to show themselves.

Of course, he had kept his secret weapon too; he had yet to use it.

Both sides were on their guards and did not dare act impulsively. This would be a drawn-out siege.

To Venerable Lord Sword, what he wanted was only the ultimate victory.

It looked like he was only blocking the School of Spring and Autumn’s gate and was unable to move further; he was only affirming his dominance, yet that dominance was sufficient to send terror throughout the ranks of the defenders.

What sort of existence did the School of Spring and Autumn hold? It was one of the top ten ancient sects in Tianxuan Continent. Just a single person from the Four Seasons Tower could already block the gate of the school and stop anyone from entering and exiting – it was an incredible feat in itself, adequate to show off to the martial world! The results were enough to tell the entire story.

Beams of divine senses flowed and melded in the air, detecting changes in the situation taking place in the school. All of the divine senses were strong and mighty.

Venerable Lord Sword knew that the probing senses were School of Spring and Autumn’s old folks keeping an eye on what was happening here. As for the why, he was absolutely certain.

"Righteous, immaculate sects like to do this." Venerable Lord Sword smirked inwardly. "You want to take me as a grindstone… I’ll help you fellows do some sharpening! Just make sure your hearts don't ache when the knives are broken, trashed, or shattered upon sharpening!"

"The truth must still be faced in the end," Venerable Lord Sword was clear about this.

As long as the two old folks from the School of Spring and Autumn did not come out personally to fight, he would never be defeated. Even if the two old ones did come out, he could leave when he wanted to, as well as fight if he wished to; it was not a difficult task for him to flee.

The sword light continued to gleam menacingly. Eighteen School of Spring and Autumn’s disciples formed a sword formation as they set up their defenses in waves to block Venerable Lord Sword’s incessant attacks. Their sword formation grew strained under such a drawn-out battle while the rare attacks that came occasionally grew more brutal.

Venerable Lord Sword swung his sword with ease, defending the sword formation alone yet most of his attention was at the gate. He had to stop people from the school from exiting!

This would be an incredible humiliation to the sect!

Venerable Lord Sword waited quietly, anticipating the moment when the school’s higher authority finally lost their patience.

He was fully prepared. Once they moved, he would instantly activate One with a Thousand Swords to massacre the school’s disciples before him!

Be prepared to be sharpened into shards if you wish to use me as the grindstone.

An oddly sharp cry pierced the air.

A golden light catapulted from the sky and landed before Venerable Lord Sword. He snorted, easily waving his hand to take the messenger light into his palm. While still fighting one-handedly, armed with only his sword, he lowered his head to read his message.

It was a back-handed insult to the hundreds of disciples from the School of Spring and Autumn!

However, his body grew rigid when he read what had been sent. His gaze froze, and his sword halted abruptly in midair.

This… was a God-given chance!

The school’s disciples within the sword formation were overjoyed, counterattacking with their sword energy.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

Several sword wounds bloomed across Venerable Lord Sword at once, blood gushing out from them. The throng was caught in wild disbelief at their unwarranted fortune.

Venerable Lord Sword, alone, with his single sword, had been gracefully facing the hundreds of experts from School of Spring and Autumn; his confidence and aptitude in his skill intimidated the disciples into taking a defensive stance and could only make rare counterattacks. No one had been able to become an actual threat to him!

Why had the situation switched so suddenly? The door had been opened, without anyone to guard it! The sudden flash of blood stunned even the disciples who had been the cause of those injuries.

What was going on? Why had this devil lost his focus?

Was he purposefully seeking death?

The sharp pain woke Venerable Lord Sword from his trance. Aware that he was still facing a large enemy with the wounds aggravating the heartache he was in, Venerable Lord Sword suddenly roared in agony, "You’re all seeking death!"

His calm and collected expression which he had worn since he made his appearance known suddenly turned malicious. A violent rage erupted and washed over all the combatants.

"Retreat, quickly!"

A sharp holler of warning arose from among the gathered disciples.

The voice arrived simultaneously with the owner; two silhouettes charged out from the school from the left and right, coming to the disciples’ assistance. Behind these two silhouettes, there were another dozen silhouettes who followed, rushing over in haste.

It was obvious that the sudden change of events was beyond anyone's expectations. How could Venerable Lord Sword be so easily taken advantage of? If they did not take this opportunity to kill him with a single strike, the resulting retaliation would only be unimaginably devastating.

"Ahhh!"

Venerable Lord Sword growled into the sky, blinded by anguish. Amidst his hysteria, his eyes were reddened by speckles of light; reflections from the moisture that seemed to have formed in them.

"My brother!"