Zhen Zhibing's current cultivation was only at the peak of the Postliminary Realm. He was no match for Song Ye, not to mention that Song Ye was using a unique sword technique like the Myriad Returning Swords.
Qian Jin had blocked several fatal sword qi with all his strength, which had already made him pant. Seeing that the next sword qi was about to kill him, in his despair, a figure flew over and landed in front of him, blocking all of Song Ye's sword qi.
"How dare you hurt my disciple in Quan Zhen Sect!”
Hao Datong circulated his zhenqi and his robes fluttered. His hair and beard fluttered as he pointed the sword in his hand at Song Ye, who was still standing on the roof.
"Who are you? Report your name."
"Song Ye."
" Song Ye!?"
Upon hearing this name, Hao Datong was somewhat stunned."
"Weren't you killed by Rong 'er?"
"I had a good chat with Mrs. Guo. How could she have the heart to kill me?”
Song Ye shook his head and did not continue to argue with Hao Datong. His eyes were fixed on Zhen Zhibing.
"Die."
"You're courting death!"
Hao Datong was so angry that he started laughing. A little thief who had just entered the Innate Realm actually dared to speak so arrogantly in the Quan Zhen Sect's dojo. Even though the sword aura earlier was indeed terrifying, one's realm would not lie.
Even though the Quan Zhen Sect did not have a master like Wang Chongyang, they were not easily bullied. The Quan Zhen Seven were no pushovers.
"Granny Sun!"
Because of Song Ye's appearance, the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples who were attacking Granny Sun stopped and only surrounded her.
"Child, don't be afraid. Granny is fine.”
Granny Sun's breathing was a little chaotic. Her palm tightly gripped the wooden staff in her hand. Her expression was solemn as she looked at Song Ye on the roof with some worry.
After all, strictly speaking, Song Ye's arrival had relieved the pressure on him. Otherwise, when Hao Datong appeared, with his cultivation, he would definitely be defeated. In a serious case, he might even lose his life.
"Old man, don't be impulsive. Stay here. You'll be busy in the future.”
Song Ye glanced at Granny Sun and noticed that she seemed to be ready to help him. He hurriedly spoke up.
If he were to intervene and let Granny Sun get an accident and receive the bento box, then what was the point of him appearing? Besides, Granny Sun would still have to take care of Xiao Longnu in the future. After all, he had to travel the world and could not stay in the tomb of the living dead for the rest of his life.
"Arrogant little thief!"
Hao Datong shouted loudly. His body moved along with the sword, and with the Golden Goose Technique, he was like a wild goose that leaped into the sky, pouncing straight at Song Ye who was standing on the roof.
Among the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect, Hao Datong's cultivation was not the highest. He was only at the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm, but his cultivation was still quite shocking.
As for Song Ye, he had returned to the Xiantian realm. Although he was only in the initial stage, he had cultivated a unique sword art like the Myriad Returning Swords. He might not be invincible in the Xiantian realm, but he would definitely be able to handle a mid-stage Xiantian like Hao Datong without any pressure.
Looking at Hao Datong, who was charging at him with a terrifying aura, Song Ye's expression was calm. His moon-white clothes were blown away by the other party's aura, and his well-tied hair was almost blown away.
"Myriad Swords Return!"
Song Ye didn't dodge. His right hand formed a sword finger and waved upwards.
Instantly, dozens of Quan Zhen Sect's disciples could no longer hold onto their swords. Under Song Ye's lead, they charged towards Hao Datong who was in the air.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the already cold sharp sword emitted an even colder sword light. The densely packed sword edges made Hao Datong feel even more pressured. He was in a dilemma in the air and could only use a thousand pounds to fall in front of Song Ye.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
The Myriad Returning Swords had never appeared, so naturally, no one knew the origin of this martial art.
Clang, clang, clang.
The sound of weapons colliding rang out continuously. Hao Datong's Quanzhen Sword Technique was so tight that it was airtight. He blocked the longswords that were flying towards him one by one. However, after blocking them, he turned around and flew back. This cycle repeated itself, making him suffer.
"Granny Sun, what kind of martial arts is this?”
Yang Guo, who had already run to Granny Sun's side, saw all this, and his eyes lit up. This looked more imposing than his Uncle Guo's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Granny doesn't know either."
Granny Sun shook her head. She still looked worried.
Although Song Ye's performance was outstanding and he was able to suppress Hao Datong, this was Quan Zhen Sect's dojo. There were still six members of the Quan Zhen Seven that had yet to appear and Hao Datong was still at the average level.
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