The Wang family’s Great Sword Immortals split into two groups—one went to assist Wang Minglang, and the other headed for Wang Weizhi. “Which group should I kill?” Wei Liang’s lazy voice rang softly as he stood beneath a dead tree, eyes half-lidded with a faint smile. He casually broke off a piece of deadwood and tossed it ahead.
There was occasional wind in the damp jungle. When Wei Liang threw out the branch, a gust of wind happened to blow, causing it to spin in the air before landing, pointing directly toward Wang Weizhi’s direction.
Wei Liang stepped forward, his black boot lightly stepped onto the branch, crushing it into dust. “Then I’ll kill Wang Minglang,” he said with a smirk. Since the wind tells him to kill Wang Weizhi, of course he must do the opposite.
As his robe fluttered, his relaxed demeanor vanished in an instant. With a step, he seemed to disappear, becoming one with the wind.
That wind quickly reached the last Wang cultivator lagging behind. The man, sensing something, stopped and turned, only to feel a cold hand press against the back of his neck.
If he had seen the corpse of the Flowing Fire Sword Immortal Wang Shanzhi, he would have known the terror of the hand grasping his neck. Unfortunately, the twenty-three Great Sword Immortals had set off for the secret realm early, unaware their family had already been gutted and was now being hunted by a merciless predator.
“Quit playing around!” the man’s first reaction wasn’t to fight, thinking it was just a joke from one of his fellow clan members.
Crack—!
The neck was instantly broken. As his body crumpled to the ground, the now lifeless eyes mirrored a phantom-like figure, quickly shifting toward its next target.
It didn’t take long for Wei Liang to catch up with the next person.
“Sword Monarch Wei Liang? What are—”
Wei Liang showed a friendly smile and put his slender hand on the man’s shoulder as he drew closer.
The man, completely off guard, was a bit surprised. “I didn’t expect to see the Sword Monarch here. What brings you?”
“Lend me your ear a bit,” Wei Liang said calmly.
The Great Sword Immortal looked puzzled, but a bit flattered—everyone knew the Sword Monarch Wei Liang was cold and distant. That he was so close and wanted to whisper something was unheard of…
Just as thoughts of this surprising turn began to stir in his mind, a sharp ‘crack’ sounded as his neck broke.
Wei Liang dropped the corpse and moved on, continuing his silent pursuit.
At this moment, the clan head of the Wang family, Wang Minglang, had just broken the barrier he was in charge of. When he rubbed his forehead, his expression suddenly changed!
“Something happened to Wang Mingying!”
“And Wang Mingyu!”
Every member of the Wang family left a drop of soul blood with the clan head, which allowed him to sense their life and death at all times.
In an instant, the shock on Wang Minglang’s face was impossible to conceal: “Wang Huayun, as well as Wang Huahan… even Wang Mingxiao!”
“Could it be an ambush by the devils?!” The elderly man in brown robes, a Great Sword Immortal by the name Wang Huazang, had just arrived when he heard the bad news. His eyes widened in disbelief. “I had just assisted Mingxiao in breaking the barrier, and he was right behind me—only a step away!”
In an instant, the six Great Sword Immortals present immediately became alert, drawing their weapons and pointing them toward the path they had come.
The jungle remained eerily still, disturbed only by the occasional whisper of a passing breeze. The silence was so profound that even the faint sound of an ant crawling across the decaying leaves could be clearly heard.
For a long while, there was no movement.
Although cultivators at the level of sword immortals no longer sweat, each of them had a subtle feeling as if sweat was sliding down their necks and dripping onto their waists. After another prolonged silence, just as the tension began to ease and they subconsciously let out a breath of relief, a figure walked from the depth of the jungle, strolling casually over the dead branches and fallen leaves. A gentle breeze followed his steps, as though he were merely walking through a garden.
“It’s not the devils.” Wang Huazang furrowed his white brows. “And it’s not one of us.”
In truth, everyone present found it hard to believe that Wang Mingxiao and the others could have died so silently. The more cautious among them had already started to speculate whether this was another plot by Wang Minglang—perhaps he had his trusted confidants feign death to gain an advantage and be the first to locate the entrance to the secret realm.
Where there are people, there are rivalries. If the secret realm truly contained a legacy that could help one ascend to immortality, then when the critical moment came, even blood relatives would turn against one another.
While the six people were lost in their own thoughts, Wei Liang had already approached, his figure carrying both elegance and desolateness, like an exiled immortal.
“Sword Monarch Wei Liang?!”
For a moment, shock stirred the group. Curious gazes scanned the newly emerged figure up and down. Wei Liang carried no murderous aura, and the long sword at his waist was pristine, not tainted by a trace of blood.
Wang Minglang kept his expression steady as he cupped his hands and asked, “May I ask what brings Sword Monarch here?”
Wei Liang smiled faintly.
Wang Minglang continued, “I assume Sword Monarch was also drawn here by the secret realm. However, we already confirm that this secret realm contains the legacy of our Wang family’s ancestors. Surely Sword Monarch has no intention of meddling in that?”
Wei Liang showed no sign of drawing his sword; he simply walked towards them.
“A few days ago, Wang Tianpo of Dongting tried to test the limits of my Wanjiangui Sect.” Wei Liang’s voice was icy. “Before all the disciples, I told him that though I was severely injured, destroying half of your Wang family alone would be no challenge.”
The expression of the six Wang family members immediately changed.
A fleeting smile appeared at the corners of Wei Liang’s impeccably perfect lips. “A person must keep their word, don’t you agree?”
“Sword Monarch! What do you mean by this?!” Wang Huazang immediately let out a cold laugh. “So you’re saying you really did kill Wang Mingxiao and the others?!”
Their clan head Wang Minglang was an astute leader. With a perfectly maintained composure, he stepped forward and placed a hand on Wang Huazang’s wrist, which was on the verge of drawing his sword. “Is Sword Monarch blaming our Wang family for not holding the Qianqi Pass?” He questioned, his voice calm and steady, “However, the reasons behind this are long and complicated, and I don’t think this is an appropriate time or place for a prolonged talk. How about this—we explore the secret realm first, and afterward, I will explain everything to you in detail. Whatever treasures are found within, our Wang family will willingly offer half to your sect to share, how does that sound?”
Wei Liang’s expression remained unchanged, his voice as cold as ever: “Why should I share with you what already belongs to me?”
At this arrogance, even Wang Minglang couldn’t hold back his anger, and sparks flickered in his tone: “Sword Monarch, are you intending to act like a bandit? Think carefully—our Wang family is not powerless cattle waiting to be slaughtered. Even though your cultivation is unparalleled, you have no chance of driving away the six of us single-handedly!”
Wei Liang shook his head lightly. “Clan Head Wang, you misunderstand. Today, I’m not here to drive you away, but rather… to kill you.”
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