Legend of Sword King

"You are the leader of the Ink Blade Sect, Duan Wuya?" The youth asked indifferently. His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he was talking to a rock.    

    

"I am Duan Wuya. If you know of the Ink Blade Gang, put down your sword and speak properly. Otherwise …" Duan Wuya gripped his golden-backed greatsword tightly and threatened, but before he could finish, the young man moved.    

    

"Since you're Duan Wuya, then you can die now."    

    

Hearing the youth's words, Duan Wuya flew into a rage.    

    

He had also crawled out from a pile of corpses. With his current status, he had paid countless amounts of blood, so how could he endure such humiliation? He immediately took a step forward, and his strength of the first level of the Xumi Stage exploded forth.    

    

However, the youth had already slashed down.    

    

Duan Wuya saw Duan Wuya's sword move, he saw every move he made, so he raised his sword and advanced forward, slashing vertically and slicing through the air as if he was tearing through space. Everything seemed slow, but in fact, it happened extremely fast, appearing in front of Duan Wuya in the blink of an eye.    

    

An extremely dangerous feeling instantly enveloped Duan Wuya, as if the person he was facing was not an ordinary youth. Instead, it was an ancient beast with a mouth that covered the entire sky.    

    

He could clearly feel the pressure exuding from this sword, as if it could split even a mountain in front of him. It was not like Duan Wuya had never seen such a powerful sword before, it was just that he had never faced it before!    

    

A sense of impending doom enveloped him. Duan Wuya let out a resounding roar, gathering all the power in his body into his Golden-backed Great Chop Blade. He raised his body to meet the sword of the youth.    

    

The sword light tore apart the saber Qi. The long sword let out a clear and melodious cry when it collided with the saber.    

    

Duan Wuya felt as if a mountain had crashed down on him. His arms could no longer take it, and cracking sounds could be heard. His bones were crushed into pieces within his flesh, and his arms became like noodles as they became sloppily slovenly.    

    

Under his screaming and terrified gaze, the sword fell straight down, sliding across his shoulders, chest, and lower ribs.    

    

Duan Wuya remained motionless, his entire body stiff. His pupils were unfocused and lifeless. He saw the youth sheathe his sword, turned around, and left. He only said one sentence, "Remember, my name is Cheng Qing."    

    

"Cheng Qing …" Duan Wuya suddenly realized that the outsider the Mo Dao Gang was going to deal with tonight was called Cheng Qing.    

    

Cheng Qing had already disappeared from the doorway. The two beauties near Duan Wuya looked at him in extreme terror. Their hands covered their mouths as they retreated, desperately trying to stay away from him.    

    

Duan Wuya lowered his head, only to see a line of blood extending from his chest, from his left shoulder to his right rib, smooth and smooth. His upper body was separated from his lower body, falling to the ground.    

    

When his last trace of consciousness disappeared, Duan Wuya heard the little beauty's hoarse scream, as if she wanted to scream herself hoarse.    

    

After Cheng Qing left the Autumn Moon Restaurant, he was in no hurry to find a place to rest.    

    

He walked around the street for a while, looking through a few stalls and eating a bowl of Chaos before finding an inn at a leisurely pace. Sure enough, no one followed him along the way anymore.    

    

Tonight, the news of the Ink Blade Sect's destruction would quickly spread through Chicken Sonic Street. The disappearance of one small gang would only bring about the rise of another gang. After all, there was a lot of competition for the survival and benefits left by the annihilation of the Ink Blade Sect.    

    

As for Cheng Qing, who in the transcendent powers would easily offend him?