Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1738 - 1737: Former Glory

Countless swords surged forward like a flood toward Wang Ye.

The sky was filled with a swaying sword rain.

From Wang Ye’s eyes, purple thunder flew out.

In mid-air, the purple thunder, about ten meters in diameter, collided with the sword rain.

The swords turned into white iron mist under the impact of the purple thunder.

After piercing through layers of sword rain, the momentum of the purple thunder was visibly weakened.

"Is this your full strength?"

Yuan Zhang sneered, a wicked look in his eyes.

After passing through the ten-meter stream of swords, the purple thunder had shrunk to the size of a fingertip.

The purple thunder ultimately dissipated about three meters in front of Yuan Zhang, vanishing into nothingness.

"Die!"

In contrast, a few swords slashed across Wang Ye’s chest.

The fierce Sword Qi instantly tore open his clothes, with one Sword Qi even slicing his chest, dyeing his robe red with blood.

"Wang Ye, you’re just a newcomer; your strength can’t compare to our Peak Master’s!"

"Disciples of Lion Peak, make sure to clean the floor; get ready for me to descend!"

Seeing Wang Ye hit by several swords.

The disciples of Lion Peak started to behave arrogantly, mocking with their words.

Yuan Zhang noticed Wang Ye’s tattered garments and wounded body, a smug expression appearing on his face.

He shook his head slightly.

"I am the strongest."

"Wang Ye, stop holding on, get off the stage."

After speaking, he unleashed his ultimate technique.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Seven.

Suddenly, the vast sword rain merged into seven long swords, flying toward Wang Ye.

The seven long swords carried an overwhelming power.

Such might could sever rivers with one sword.

Sword light soared to the heavens!

In an instant, the seven swords flew in front of Wang Ye.

The disciples of Lion Peak looked at Wang Ye’s pale face and couldn’t help but worry.

After all, he was the Sect Master of Famous Sword Peak and had held his position there for hundreds of years.

His cultivation was deep, not so easy to defeat!

Wang Ye’s gaze swept across the area, seeing the eyes of many disciples of Lion Peak filled with expectation and worry.

If he lost this battle.

Lion Peak would also be erased from history.

He then looked at the arrogant disciples of Famous Sword Peak.

After his defeat, these disciples would rise above the disciples of Lion Peak.

If he truly lost, these disciples would live like slaves.

Lastly, his gaze fell on Yuan Zhang, whose eyes were wicked, his face ferocious.

It could be imagined that if he lost, Yuan Zhang would leave him no path to survival.

Thinking of these.

Determination appeared in Wang Ye’s eyes, and a sunny smile graced his lips.

"It seems I have to use the cultivation technique from the fifth level of the Book of the World."

Using the fifth level of the Book of the World now was a heavy burden for him.

Once he employed the cultivation technique from the fifth level, it would inevitably cause severe damage to his body.

Yet he decided resolutely to use the technique from the fifth level.

Because he couldn’t let Lion Peak lose.

He placed his hands in front of his abdomen, then stimulated his Dantian’s spiritual energy, raising his hands upward.

He unleashed the Primordial Yang stored in his Dantian.

Instantly, a dazzling halo appeared around his body, emanating tens of thousands of rays of golden light.

A blazing sun appeared above his head.

With the unfolding of the cultivation technique, the temperature at Tianping Square suddenly skyrocketed.

In an instant, countless people’s hearts beat like drums, their faces flushed red.

A terrifying power burst forth suddenly.

Bang! Bang!

Countless beams of light unfurled like towering waves.

Directly repelling the approaching seven Sword Qi.

Yuan Zhang, watching this scene from afar, his venomous expression vanished instantly.

His pupils suddenly dilated, sensing the aura of threat approaching him.

This brat has actually mastered the fifth level of the Book of the World!

Almost instinctively, he retreated swiftly backward.

His pupils were filled with fear!

At the same time, he swiftly condensed Sword Qi.

Interwoven Sword Qi enveloped him at the center.

In mid-air, Yuan Zhang retreated swiftly under the cover of Sword Qi.

The waves of light columns instantaneously reached ten meters in front of Yuan Zhang.

Facing the surging light waves.

Yuan Zhang revealed a look of horror.

How did he do it?

The Book of the World is incredibly difficult; he also practiced it back in the day.

But after breaking through the first level, he never continued to practice it.

Even if it meant death, he had no desire to practice that thing further.

In the next moment, he was hit by the wave of light, his body flying backward, with all his meridians severed, his cultivation entirely destroyed.

Wang Ye walked toward Yuan Zhang, who was lying on the ground.

Yuan Zhang looked at Wang Ye as if he were a god of death, deeply terrified.

"I concede!"

After saying this, he let out a heavy sigh, never expecting that after dominating Famous Sword Peak for five hundred years, he would lose to this person.

But living was better than dying.

So he chose to surrender.

Seeing Yuan Zhang concede, a smile appeared on Wang Ye’s lips.

He was exhausted, as if all his strength had been drained, feeling a fiery sensation all over his body.

That feeling was like eating ten thousand chili peppers.

He smiled and turned to leave.

Long after he left.

The disciples at Tianping Square finally recovered from the earlier shock.

Soon after, the previously silent Tianping Square erupted with deafening noise.

"Our Lion Peak has won; from now on, Famous Sword Peak will be under our Lion Peak’s jurisdiction!"

"Wang Ye, you didn’t let Lion Peak down; you will forever be the top warrior of Lion Peak in my heart."

"From now on, Famous Sword Peak will vanish from Tianyong Sect, and Lion Peak will rise officially."

The disciples of Lion Peak were all invigorated, elated.

For hundreds of years, no Peak Master of Lion Peak had defeated the Peak Master of Famous Sword Peak.

And Wang Ye was the first to defeat the Peak Master of Famous Sword Peak.

At this moment, Wang Ye’s name was etched into the hearts of many disciples of Lion Peak.

At this moment, Wang Ye, in one battle, became a legend.

In contrast, the disciples of Famous Sword Peak.

They each lowered their once proud heads, faces flushed with embarrassment.

Motian watched Wang Ye’s departing figure, his sharp eyes filled with curiosity.

A gleam flickered in his aging eyes.

How could this Wang Ye possibly defeat Yuan Zhang? He clearly only had early-stage cultivation in the Heavenly Saint Boundary.

With Yuan Zhang gone, his plans were all ruined.

Motian turned and left, as everyone gradually departed the square.

Leaving only Yuan Zhang behind.

At this moment, he was already defeated and had become a cripple, naturally leaving no one willing to pay attention to this waste.

After all, he once treated many disciples of Famous Sword Peak harshly.

Thinking of his former glory and now his decline, he laughed madly.

Then he buried his hands in his hair, his head throbbing painfully.

Unable to bear the pain, he fainted directly.

When he awoke.

He looked around blankly.

Suddenly, panic showed in his eyes.

[Don’t come over!]

[Weren’t you already dead? How are you still alive?]

[Your daughter was sealed on White Ice Mountain by me, go find her quickly, go away, ghost!]