Chapter 200 - 131: Sword Bearer of the Sword Palace, Immortal Sword Thunder Pool, Ancestor of the Demonic Cult_2

Chapter 200: Chapter 131: Sword Bearer of the Sword Palace, Immortal Sword Thunder Pool, Ancestor of the Demonic Cult_2

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It could be said that the Demonic Cult has brutally humiliated the Sword Cultivation families of Fuyao State, leaving the Chu Family utterly disgraced.

“Ghost Old Three, Bull-headed Old Demon, you dare to cause havoc in the Chu Family, do you believe that today, you’ll arrive but never leave?”

An elder Deity Transformation level ancestor from the Chu Family stepped forward, speaking coldly.

Ghost Old Three smirked ominously: “We, the Demonic Cult, are here mainly for Han Ye. Of course, we’re also taking the opportunity to teach the four major families a lesson, to let the entire Cultivation world clearly know who’s the true ruler of the Central Earth.”

“Is that so? Then today let me show you why the Ancient Eight Clans are the rulers of Fuyao State.”

Within the Holy King Mansion, a young voice rang out, carrying a trace of haughty dominance.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a barbarian beast’s roar echoed out. Above the vast sky eight hundred miles above the Chu Family Sword Palace, a gust of wind howled, scattering the somber clouds in the sky.

A colossal Bi’an beast, its body radiating a golden glow, burst out from the black Ghostly Mist shrouding the dark clouds. It stomped in the void, rushing into the mansion walls, transforming into a streak of radiance that charged towards Ghost Old Three.

Atop the Bi’an beast sat a relatively young man. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, a square face, and clad in metallic forearm armor, he had the Fuyao green cloud embroidery on his robe. He wielded a hefty sword, where purple and cyan intertwined. A red birthmark was long seated on his forehead and a pair of eyes appeared like two blue lightning orbs, forming two beams that penetrated through the dark cloud.

Seeing this man who emerged in a rush, everyone from the Lin Family, descendants of the Thunder Pool lineage, were all stirred up.

“That’s... Lin Qianting.”

A young woman from the Chen Family, upon seeing Lin Qianting on the back of the Bi’an beast, was so excited she nearly passed out.

Everyone down below all felt breathless. The scene in front of them seemed as if the gates of Hell had opened.

“Ghost Old Three’s strength is so aggressive, no wonder the multiple attempts by Fuyao State to eradicate the Demonic Cult with sword cultivators in recent years have failed to eliminate him,” says Zhang Chenglu on the ground in a grave tone.

Lin Rushan asked: “So, is my older brother his match?”

“Lin Qianting’s strength is unparalleled within the younger generation of Fuyao Sword Palace. His appearance to save the situation should be no problem.”

Upon hearing this, Han Ye just smiled, showing no intent of interrupting.

A thunderous roar echoed within the clouds.

“Break for me!”

Lin Qianting lifted the weighty Thunder Pool, condensed the power of thunder, and launched an attack. Instantaneously, he pulverized the 99,999 ghost images into crumbling bits, turning them into wisps of green smoke.

Ghost Old Three’s face remained as emotionless as a skeleton, but his heart was filled with terror. He had never imagined that Lin Qianting would be so formidable.

With just one stroke, the formation of a multitude of ghosts was broken.

Ghost Old Three took a step back, only to find Lin Qianting had already reached him. The tip of Thunder Pool, like the gleam of a falling star, swiftly arrived before him, directly aiming for his pupils.

Ghost Old Three quickly waved the Blood Soul Ghost Flag to block it.

“Sizzle!”

Thunder Pool quickly reversed, forming a massive lightning vortex that ripped apart the Blood Soul Ghost Flag like tattered cloth, sending it flying away.

Just as Ghost Old Three was about to counterattack, Lin Qianting moved faster, swinging the Thunder Pool, and swept it towards him..