"Kid, pay attention. This move of mine is so powerful that even I can't control it. If I accidentally take your life later, don't blame me.”
With that said, Dongfang Bai roared and charged toward Xie Xun as fast as lightning.
"Thirteen Swords of Fallen Flowers!"
Xie Xun used all thirteen sword moves in one go. Each move was stronger than the last. The power of all thirteen moves gathered together could split open mountain rocks.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
After three loud metal clangs, the two entangled figures separated.
Xie Xun stood there indifferently without moving, while Dongfang Bai took a few steps back. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. The outcome was obvious.
Although they were both at the level of perfection, the power of different sword techniques was worlds apart. It was obvious that Xie Xun's Thirteen Swords of the Fallen Flower, which was modified from the Ming Cult's sword technique with the help of the Divine Martial System, was far stronger than Dongfang Bai's sword technique.
"I lost!" Dongfang Bai covered his chest and suppressed the surging blood in his body, admitting that he had lost.
"From now on, there will no longer be a person like the Eight-armed Divine Sword in the martial world.”Dongfang Bai dropped the sword in his hand. The expression on his face was both tired and dejected, with a hint of relief.
He stumbled into the darkness, leaving behind his disciples and his identity as an elder of Beggar's Sect. He had been too tired all these years. He did not want to care about the fight between the two sects anymore, nor did he want to care about the promise he made to the previous elder of the Dirty Clothes Sect. He had completely lost.
Whether it was the Sword Dao that he was proud of or the spirit of the Dirty Clothes Sect that he swore to uphold, they all lost.
He didn't want to be so tired anymore. He wanted to find a place to live incognito and pretend that the Eight-armed Divine Sword Dongfang Bai was dead.
"Where should I go? Hmm, why not find a remote country in the Western Regions and rely on the Mongol princes there. They could also live a life of luxury. They had had enough of these years.”Dongfang Bai thought to himself as he completely disappeared from the sight of Xie Xun and the others. No matter how the Beggar's Sect disciples called out to him, he did not turn his head.
The entire Huashan Sect was bustling with noise and excitement. Today was the wedding day of the only daughter of the sect leader, Fuyao Zi. Fuyao Zi was just a title in the martial world. His surname was Xu, and his daughter's name was Xu Shuzhen. The disciples of Huashan Sect called her Senior Sister Xu, but soon, she would be called Madam Xian.
Xianyu Tong, who was dressed as a groom, didn't forget to feed the precious golden silkworm that he had risked his life to steal from the Miaojiang woman.
When he stole it, there were two golden silkworms. Now, there was only one left. The other had been ground into powder and made into the Golden Silkworm Poison.
Hearing someone calling him from outside, he responded and immediately covered the Golden Silkworm before walking to the main hall where the wedding was taking place.
At this moment, Xie Xun was mixed among the guests. He was dressed like a beggar. His clothes were tattered and he held a broken bowl in his hand. In order to cover his eye-catching golden hair, he even deliberately wore a dirty hat.
Xie Xun and a group of beggars sat together at a table, eating and drinking in large mouthfuls. Previously, under Dongfang Bai's lead, these beggars were rejected outside the door, not because Fu Yao Zi did not invite them.
It was completely Xianyu Tong who felt that these dirty beggars were too unlucky, so he secretly took away the invitation Fu Yao Zi had given to Beggar's Sect.
Right now, Xianyu Tong was in power in the Huashan Sect, ostracizing some upright disciples and creating a foul atmosphere. The disciples who gained power were all villains, and they were in the same nest as Xianyu Tong.
Xie Xun only spent a hundred taels of silver to buy an invitation card from the Huashan disciples guarding the mountain gate. Then, he disguised himself as a little beggar and mixed in with the real Beggar's Sect disciples. No one would notice his abnormality, so it was convenient for him to take the opportunity to cause trouble.
After entering, Xie Xun realized that the security of the entire Huashan Sect was much tighter than he had imagined. A large number of Huashan disciples were guarding the various passages.
Xianyu Tong was a cautious and suspicious person. He did not want any accidents to happen to his good deed, which was why he asked his father-in-law, Fuyao, to strengthen the guards on Mount Hua.
On the surface, Xie Xun seemed to be eating and drinking, but in reality, ever since he came in, he had been constantly scouting the surroundings for all kinds of information.
There were people coming and going in the hall. Disciples from various sects were present. The Wudang Sect had sent Yu Daiyan and Zhang Cuishan, two of the Seven Sons of Wudang Sect. At this moment, Yu Daiyan had not been poisoned by Yin Susu's Mosquito Feeler Needles because of the fight for the Dragon Slaughtering Saber, nor had he been crippled by the people from the Titanium Sect. He had done many chivalrous deeds in the martial world and was quite famous. He was the main person in charge of various external affairs of the Wudang Sect.
The Emei Sect sent Ji Xiaofu's Senior Sisters, Bei Jinyi and Ding Minjun, who were also the disciples of the current Emei Sect Leader, Abbess Miejue.
The Kongtong Sect, the Kunlun Sect, and the Shaolin Sect were all famous sect masters and disciples.
Xie Xun thought to himself," I didn't expect Huashan Sect to be such a small and unknown sect a hundred years ago. Now, it's actually so prosperous and has become one of the six major sects. All the sects have to give face to it."
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