Eons Venerable Lord

Two of his junior brothers were killed by Lee Yuanzong's sword at the same time, not even a speck of dust was left behind. This was not only hatred, but also the power of the sword. How could he let go of such a powerful Profound Artifact?    

    

Gui Wanjian had been in the Sword Dao for more than twenty years. When had he ever seen such a powerful sword? This confirmed his impulse to obtain the sword.    

    

He was almost going crazy! With this sword, he was 100% confident that he could kill his old enemy, Murong Haoqi, even if he was compared to him.    

    

His entire body was emitting a sharp sword intent. The sword intent was overwhelming, almost as if it had condensed into a solid substance. The surrounding space was almost distorted. The sword intent cut through the air and produced ear-piercing friction sounds.    

    

His eyes were red, and they were filled with endless greed.    

    

"The long sword is mine! I want to take revenge for my junior brother!"    

    

Gui Wanjian shouted out loudly. Like a lion, he dashed forward. Violent sword intent swept out in all directions, as if it was going to kill Lee Yuanzong.    

    

Lee Yuanzong's expression changed drastically. Such a powerful sword intent had stunned him. However, when he thought of the long sword in his hand, his expression became excited. His eyes lit up, "You have your sword intent, and I have the sword intent of my long sword. Do I have to be afraid of you? "    

    

Then, he waved the sword in his hand and attacked without any fancy moves.    

    

Buzz!    

    

An ear-piercing buzzing sound was heard. The violent sword intent was several times stronger than Gui Wanjian's. It swept towards Gui Wanjian like a torrent, just like the two junior brothers who had just killed Gui Wanjian. It was even stronger.    

    

Bang!    

    

A violent explosion shook the heaven and earth. Two different sword intents clashed together, almost exploding the space. The entire Seven-story Exquisite Pagoda let out a trembling sound, as if it couldn't withstand this powerful force.    

    

The two sword intents kept rushing forward, strangling each other. The space was shredded into pieces, and the ear-piercing sound of cutting was so loud that it hurt one's eardrums.    

    

The chaotic sword intent swept out, leaving a trail of sword marks on their bodies. Then, with a 'puchi' sound, Gui Wanjian couldn't bear it any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying.    

    

The clothes on his body were completely tattered, and they were covered with ferocious sword marks. He looked incomparably miserable.    

    

"Hahaha! Gui Wanjian, what did you say about the number one person below the Martial King and the number one person in the younger generation? Lee Yuanzong almost burst into wild laughter. He was able to defeat the number one person in the younger generation. This was a kind of glory, a supreme glory.    

    

"Bullshit genius, just die!"    

    

Lee Yuanzong furiously shouted, then immediately rushed towards Gui Wanjian.    

    

Fear appeared on Gui Wanjian's face. He had never felt so close to death before. As a peerless genius, he had always been doted on in Haotian Sect. With thousands of resources in his body, no matter where he went, he would always be looked up to. The way everyone looked at him with admiration was what he had been looking forward to in his life.    

    

So he diligently practiced his sword and never gave up or stopped. Even though he was already above everyone else, he was still the same.    

    

His past humble background made him not want to return to the situation he had been in. He wanted to be a dragon among men, and he wanted to be a superior person.    

    

Could it be that it ended just like that? Could it be that he died in the hands of a trash just like that?    

    

He had always looked down on a spoiled brat like Lee Yuanzong. Although he had some talent, he was miles away from Lee Yuanzong. Without sufficient resources from the royal family, without the status of the royal family, Lee Yuanzong was nothing.    

    

Why was there a distinction between noble and lowly backgrounds? Why?    

    

Gui Wanjian was roaring in his heart. He was unwilling to accept this. However, the reality was right in front of him, and he had no other choice.    

    

"Die!"    

    

Lee Yuanzong's expression was ferocious and filled with endless pleasure. A genius that he had once looked up to was going to die in his hands. How wonderful was this?    

    

He was enjoying the fruits of his victory. He was fantasizing about his endless future, his grand ambitions, as if they were right in front of him. No one could stop him from advancing, no one could stop him.    

    

Gui Wanjian couldn't, the Second Prince, Lee Shizong couldn't, and Ling Feng couldn't either!    

    

Gui Wanjian could only watch helplessly as the sword was about to stab into his heart. Finally, he helplessly closed his eyes.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

Suddenly, a strange force came out of nowhere and wrapped around Gui Wanjian, then disappeared in an instant.    

    

Lee Yuanzong's eyes widened, "What's going on? Who is it?"    

    

But no one answered his question. The surroundings were empty, and not a single person could be seen.    

    

As long as he advanced a little further, he would be able to kill a genius of his generation. Who was the one who blocked his path?    

    

"Who exactly is it? Get the hell out here!"    

    

Lee Yuanzong's furious roar echoed in the surroundings.    

    

However, no one responded. If one had to say that there was a response, then it would only be an echo.    

    

He waved his long sword, not willing to give up, and kept chopping at the surrounding space. The entire space instantly became restless, shattering like a piece of paper. It became more and more broken until it was no longer the space from before.    

    

Lee Yuanzong was still waving the sword in his hand, but he didn't notice that the sword intent on the sword was no longer there. Every time he swung the sword, it was just a normal surge of energy.    

    

Hmm?    

    

Suddenly, Lee Yuanzong seemed to have noticed something. He stopped and looked at the sword in his hand. He turned pale with fright.    

    

"This..."