Supreme Emperor of Swords

Huang Rong looked at Ding Hao blankly.

For the first time in that young girl’s life, her rebellious heart was deeply touched. At that moment, she seemed to understand the weight of friendship and responsibility.

“Believe me, Ding Hao, I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” Huang Rong said, biting her teeth, making up her mind to commit suicide by biting tongue. She clearly knew that she was main reason why Ding Hao was detained. If she died, Ding Hao might have a chance to escape.

Shocked, Ding Hao didn’t expect that rebellious girl who laughed and joked all day to be so brave and firm. He raised his hand in a hurry and sealed the acupoint in her jaw.

“Don’t be silly,” Ding Hao scolded angrily. He supported Huang Rong to sit against the pillar of the waterside pavilion, and said with a smile, “I told you that we’ll always be good buddies. I’ll take you to a thrilling play. Believe me, there will be no danger. I’ll protect you.”

During that period, Ding Hao didn’t seem to be on alert.

But the two assassins in black, who were stuck in the void, were eager to take the opportunity to launch attacks for several times, but finally failed.

Because, once impressed by Ding Hao too deeply, they were afraid of being trapped again.

Like a tiger at bay, Ding Hao, at the moment caught in an extreme situation, would be far more horrifying than usual.

After reassuring Huang Rong, he turned around slowly and looked at the two hesitant assassins, with a strange smile on his face.

“A qualified assassin will hit his target within a blow. If he fails to do that, he will flee a thousand miles far away. If it were the Saint Son of Falling Star attempting to assassinate me, he wouldn’t be so hesitant as you. You, never having assassinated others, performed even worse than the most idiotic assassin of the Falling Star Sect today. Bi Xia, Xia Nishang, don’t hide. Show your true colors. I’ll give you a chance to fight fairly.”

The two assassins in black trembled in shock and revealed a look of disbelief.

“How did you recognize us?” The man who covered his face with a black towel took it in hesitation and showed an arrogant and handsome face. He was Bi Xia, the Ninth Heaven Thunder Dragon, one of the Double Wind and Lightning of the Leiyin Sect.

The other person whose face was covered by the dense fog was naturally Xia Nishang, the Heaven Wind Devil Girl.

“You’ve been misleading me from the beginning. You sent some ineffective troops to attack me with concealed weapons, and constantly harassed me with concealed weapons yourselves, to make me think that the person who trying to kill me was the Saint Son of Falling Star. However, your assassination methods were really poor. A top assassin like him, who was born in a real assassin sect, would never make as many mistakes as you,” Ding Hao explained while ridiculing. “And, as I said, we met a few days ago. I’ve always had a good memory.”

“Yes, you do have a good memory. But so what?” said Bi Xia with a sneer, “You still have to die today!”

Ding Hao relaxed himself to the extreme, slowly sat down on the wooden board of the pavilion and exhaled a deep breath, saying, “You still don’t understand? It’s you who are going to die. From now on, there will be no such two figures known as the Double Wind and Lightning in Snow Province.”

“Hee hee, you sound arrogant, boy. Do you think you can kill me with that seriously injured body?” Xia Nishang who had been silent finally opened her mouth. Her tone was coquettish, but it carried an undisguised killing intent.

Ding Hao sat relaxed on the wooden board, replying with a smile, “What if I have helpers?”

…

Before he finished his words, the air behind him had rippled layer by layer, and then the two figures slowly appeared.

One of them was a woman who wore a gorgeous phoenix mask which covered more than two-thirds of her face. The eyes under the mask were as clear as water, and her skin was delicate with no blemishes. Only such a small part of her face had given people a sense of unusual, individual and stunning beauty. Dressed in a gorgeous red armor, her body was lithe and graceful. It seemed that her bones were made of jade, her skin, ice and her spirit, the limpid autumn water. Her long black-cloud hair fell down to her waist, and there was a red scabbard on her back.

The other one was a male in a purple robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old. With a bee-waist and an ape’s back, his body line was totally perfect, full of power and explosiveness. He wasn’t handsome, but possessed extremely even features. Slightly bundled by a linen hairband, his long purple hair, like a burning purple flame, was floating and dancing messily in the wind. His silver eyes, under the moonlight, were shining with strange and magical brilliance.

The appearance of those two people shocked the Double Wind and Lightning. They acted as if they had seen two ghosts.

“Phoenix!”

“Purple Hair Silver Eyes!”

Bi Xia and Xia Nishang exclaimed in unison.

It was just that the two people who appeared there were too appalling. They never dreamed that those two mysterious peerless geniuses would also be disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Phoenix gained her popularity in the Snow Province that year. Within less than a year, she had made impressive achievements, which helped her to be considered as a genius who was not inferior to the leading figures of the nine major sects. Purple Hair Silver Eyes had also gained his popularity out of the blue. He had defeated countless experts without failure, which made many people consider him as a genius-level figure who was able to compete for the throne of the Snow Province’s strongest in the future.

The whereabouts of those two people were secretive, and their identities were mysterious. No one knew what sects they were from. The nine major sects had secretly investigated the origin of the two, but failed to get anything important.

Some people even speculated that those two brilliant geniuses were likely to be descendants of the major sects of the other provinces in the Northern Region, who had gone to Snow Province to gain experience, or simply the young geniuses of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost who were visiting normal societies to experience them.

But it never occurred to them that the two were actually disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

“Let’s go.” Seeing the two geniuses, the Double Wind and Lightning suddenly understood that there was something wrong with their plan. It had already been foreseen by the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

At that moment, there was no time for them to think about which link was exposed. Everything in front of them had clearly shown that they were in a trap. They couldn’t continue that evening’s plan. Looking at each other, they made a prompt decision. They turned themselves into two rays of flowing lights in the next moment, about to escape.

“Haha, it’s too late to escape now.”

Ding Hao laughed, stretched out his hand and patted the wooden board of the pavilion gently. Then, numerous water columns suddenly burst out from the calm lake. The water columns turned into numerous Chinese inscriptions glittering with silver the next moment. They linked together to be a silver dragon roaring and lingering in the night sky.

“Inscription Formation!” Bi Xia exclaimed in a panicked voice.

The formation was activated; a layer of transparent ice ripples emerged in the one-kilometer-radius night sky, enveloping the broken pavilion, as well as Ding Hao and the others, like a huge oval cover. Blocked by it, the Double Wind and Lightning couldn’t get away for a while, and were caught up by Phoenix and the Purple Hair Silver Eyes instantly.

A fierce battle thus began.

Ding Hao took a complete sigh of relief, then took out a green elixir from his Storage Ring and placed it in his mouth. Relaxing his expression, he began to activate a martial art to release the Rambling Powder’s efficacy in his body to treat himself.

Huang Rong stared at the scene in front of her with a blank in her brain. No matter how stupid she was, she immediately realized what was going on and couldn’t help but ask, “So you already knew all this? You knew someone would come to assassinate you tonight, so you met the trick with another trick…”

Ding Hao replied without turning his head around, “Hey, buddy, didn’t your father tell you that martial artists can’t be disturbed when they’re treating themselves with martial arts? Otherwise, they’ll be possessed by the devil if they’re distracted.”

At that time, Huang Rong’s face became flushed. Since there was finally no danger, she also relaxed and returned to the previous rebellious look. She pouted and said angrily, “It doesn’t matter. You’re so powerful, how could you be possessed by the devil so easily? In addition, there’s no danger now… Never mind, since you’re my good buddy, I’ll forgive you for using me to lure those bad guys this time.” At the end of the speech, the girl couldn’t help but reveal a smile on her face.

Although rebellious, she was not affected. In fact, she didn’t blame Ding Hao at all.

What she experienced that night was undoubtedly her most exciting experience since she was born, which was unforgettable for her.

Ding Hao also showed a slight smile, about to say something. But suddenly, his face changed.

Under the moonlight, a figure appeared in front of him. Nobody knew when another ghostly figure had appeared in the pavilion.

Looking at the person who had suddenly appeared, Ding Hao sighed, slowly stood up, and said, “I didn’t think it was you.”

“Why can’t it be me? Killing you would make the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect suffer the biggest blow, which is a good reason to be me.” Under the moonlight, the man was in a slightly shabby gown. With a bristly unshaven chin, even his shadow looked dispirited. But his eyes were extremely bright, and there was a broken rusty sword hanging on his waist.

Jiang Disheng.

He was a genius from the Tianyang and Disheng of the Tranquility Academy, whose talent was almost wiped out.

“I thought you weren’t the kind of person who liked conspiracy and deception. Even if you want to kill me, you’ll have a fair duel with me.” There was a trace of disappointment on Ding Hao’s face. If there was someone deserving of his appreciation in the hostile camp, that person was not Mu Tianyang who had always been arrogant; it was Jiang Disheng, who had concealed his light and seemed to be depressed, but actually remained dormant.

But the appearance of Jiang Disheng that day disappointed Ding Hao.

Feeling Ding Hao’s contempt, Jiang Disheng smiled indifferently, saying, “I used to think I was that kind of person, but I ran into countless failures at that time. So, I changed my mind a long time ago. Gradually, I don’t care about how others compare me with that person, the so-called undeserved reputation, or the ridiculous martial artist’s heart. This world is a jungle. The cold law of the jungle would only let the future generations to remember the last person standing, even if he’s an unscrupulous bastard who commits all sorts of crimes.”