Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 704 - 695 I Don’t Want to Kill

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing the sound from behind, Zhang Hao’s brows furrowed instantly.

Turning his gaze, he discovered the approaching man in purple, a young man about his age.

From the other’s aura, Zhang Hao could tell that this person’s cultivation was probably higher than his own.

However, high cultivation did not mean greater combat strength. Having practiced swordsmanship for many years, Zhang Hao’s skills had become transcendent and sacred, augmented by his understanding of Sword Intent.

Facing an opponent with slightly stronger cultivation, he could still easily come out on top.

But what made Zhang Hao wary was the elder following the young man in purple. The faint aura emanating from the elder demanded respect,

most likely at least of the fifth layer of the Emperor Realm or above.

Currently, Zhang Hao’s own realm was merely at the first layer of the Emperor Realm; against a fifth-layer expert, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

The Treasure Sword was about to be his, but he hadn’t anticipated that such a headache would arise just as the deal was about to be sealed.

"Two million Spirit Stones?"

Hearing the young man in purple’s words, the middle-aged stall owner’s face also registered surprise; the price had exceeded the sword’s value, and naturally, he was tempted.

But the problem was, he had just agreed to sell the Treasure Sword to Zhang Hao for one million two hundred thousand Spirit Stones. What should he do now?

"This sword has already been purchased by me, I’m afraid you’re a step too late."

While the middle-aged stall owner hesitated, Zhang Hao spoke up, his eyes on the purple-robed youth who had arrived by his side.

"Hehe, isn’t it true that the money hasn’t been paid yet, and the sword hasn’t reached your hand? How can you say it’s been bought?" The young man in purple smiled faintly, an air of arrogance in his brows—reminiscent of a noble scion from a prestigious family.

With that, he no longer paid attention to Zhang Hao, seemingly ignoring him altogether, and turned his gaze to the stall owner, "Two million Spirit Stones, will you sell?"

"This..."

The stall owner was indeed tempted but found it difficult to go back on his deal with Zhang Hao. After all, he was a regular vendor in Tianyao City; he couldn’t afford to lose his credibility, could he?

"My friend doesn’t seem to be a Sword Cultivator, does he?"

Seeing the young man in purple ignore him, Zhang Hao’s frown deepened. He continued, "What is your intention for purchasing this sword?"

"I, Cao Tianle, just like to collect such things for collection. What does it have to do with whether or not I am a Sword Cultivator?" The youth in purple spoke, his gaze dismissively sweeping over Zhang Hao.

"Cao Tianle, the second young master of the Cao Family?!"

Hearing the young man’s words, it was the middle-aged stall owner who reacted first.

His face showed recognition; being a regular in Tianyao City, how could he not recognize the name Cao Tianle?

Tianyao City’s overlord level presence, the Cao Family, was an Ancient Family with a heritage on par with a Sacred Land. Cao Tianle, as the second son of the current Family Head, bore a status as revered as a Divine Son.

"The Cao Family?"

Zhang Hao’s frown deepened. Clearly, he, too, was aware of the Cao Family. He had not expected the man in purple before him to be the Cao Family’s second young master.

It seemed that obtaining the Treasure Sword today was quite unlikely.

After all, the formidable nature of an Ancient Family was beyond his imagination; to put it bluntly, if the Cao Family wanted him dead, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.

"For this sword... I offer four million Spirit Stones."

As Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, his face a tableau of defeat, suddenly, a faint voice came from behind him.

"Four million?"

Who would be so bold as to bid four million Spirit Stones for a Spiritless Sword?

Zhang Hao was surprised internally. Was this also someone like Cao Tianle, from a family that collected Magical Treasures for a hobby?

The thought processes of these profligate sons were truly incomprehensible.

No, that’s not right!

How come the voice of this wastrel sounds so familiar?

After the surprise, Zhang Hao’s face froze for a moment, and then he turned his gaze only to find, not far behind him, a man in white was approaching with leisurely steps, a faint smile on his face, his eyes fixed straight on him.

He recognized him at once—it was none other than Mo Wangchen!

"Who are you?"

Cao Tianle’s gaze narrowed slightly as he too turned to look at Mo Wangchen; clearly, he did not recognize the white-clad man approaching.

But within Tianyao City, whenever something had caught his own fancy, who dared to contend with him for it?

Now here was someone, unexpectedly from the Chu Family, offering four million—all of a sudden doubling his own bid. It was plain to see this was a brazen challenge to him.

As the second young master from an Ancient Family, how could Cao Tianle tolerate this?

However, in the face of Cao Tianle’s question, Mo Wangchen completely ignored him, just as earlier Cao Tianle had dismissed Zhang Hao’s presence.

He walked straight up to Zhang Hao and spoke to the middle-aged vendor, "Boss, for this Treasure Sword, I bid four million Spirit Stones—are you selling?"

"This..."

The middle-aged vendor’s eyelids twitched; he didn’t quite know what to say.

This was the Spiritless Sword that was extremely difficult to sell, so why had it suddenly become so popular today?

And with bids only getting higher!

Was he dreaming?

If the middle-aged vendor had not already studied his own sword repeatedly beforehand, he would have truly suspected whether he was mistaken—could it possibly be an exceptional Treasure Sword?

"I’m talking to you; can’t you hear me?"

Seeing that Mo Wangchen had blatantly ignored him, Cao Tianle’s expression instantly grew dark, a flash of cold light in his eyes as he spoke sharply.

"I heard what you said; what about it?"

Mo Wangchen glanced at him fleetingly, responding in such a manner.

"Fool!"

Hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, Cao Tianle immediately flew into a rage. Within Tianyao City, when had anyone ever dared speak to him like this?

"Get lost!"

However, as he prepared to strike at Mo Wangchen, suddenly, with a step forward, Mo Wangchen confronted Cao Tianle head-on.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out. Underneath Mo Wangchen’s voice, Cao Tianle’s body unexpectedly flew backward, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

"Second Young Master!" The Protector who had accompanied him was shocked.

"Kill him!" Cao Tianle roared, climbing up from the ground, letting fresh blood drip from the corner of his mouth, his rage reaching its limit.

"To dare hurt our young master within Tianyao City, you are the first!"

The elder snorted coldly, and without another word was about to take action to slay Mo Wangchen on the spot.

"Clang!"

However, just as he took his first step, suddenly, a sound of Sword Sound was heard.

The Youlong Sword at Zhang Hao’s waist was drawn, and in the blink of an eye, it was in Mo Wangchen’s hand—a terrifying Sword Pressure instantly filled the entire venue, causing everyone around to pale.

"I do not wish to kill, you two, had better vanish at once."

He pressed the sword against the elder’s brow, speaking indifferently, and his words carried an unquestionable determination.