Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 460 - 125 For My Heavenly Sword, Struggling for a Decade (5/5)

Swords clashed once again.

Wan Longke nearly vomited blood, feeling as though countless longswords were whistling and cleaving at his body, shredding his exposed skin with lacerations. The excruciating pain was intolerable. Unable to bear it, he withdrew his strength and retreated a full thirty feet.

The pavilion nearby had turned to dust.

Wan Longke, the Fifth Rank Incense Master known for his vigorous Inner Strength and overbearing swordsmanship, was actually defeated and forced to retreat in direct confrontation.

He was in a sorry state, but Hong Hui, whose Cultivation was a full rank and a half below Wan Longke's, was even more disheveled. Blood stained his sword robe, yet he was all the more exhilarated, more thrillingly elated!

"Ha ha ha, delightful, how utterly delightful!"

The man seemed fearless, leaning on his sword and laughing heartily.

Wan Longke involuntarily took a step back, his heart shaken, his eyes nearly stung by the sharpness of the middle-aged man before him.

This hardly seemed like a middle-aged man burdened by life, the Sect, and his duties, bent nearly double with the weight.

His expression was soaring.

Radiant sword light soared to the heavens, and suddenly, Hong Hui's laughter ceased. With his right hand on the hilt, lethal intent emerged, causing several onlookers to feel a tingling on their scalp, instinctively wanting to retreat. Some, naturally brave, advanced rather than retreated, sketching the emptiness to their left and right, forming great visions in the Heaven and Earth.

Amid the long cries, the broadsword in his hand roared and wailed.

There was also a fierce sword light, like Rushing Thunder streaking across the sky, grandiose and direct.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Hong Hui stood with his hand on his sword, his eyes sharp and lively.

In his hand was not the Heavenly Dragon Bone that had accompanied him to fame, nor the Cloud Soaring Sword he had received from his master at the age sixteen. It was just a standard-issue longsword from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Sect disciples who excelled in swordsmanship or Inner Strength would be granted such swords upon mastering the basics, forged by ancient methods, sharp and fine.

The sword in his hand was two inches longer.

The sword trembled slightly, the previously exuberant sword light now retracted, silently resounding, as calm as water. The sword edge vibrated, his left hand formed a Sword Finger, and with his right hand, he thrust the longsword straight forward.

A streak of silver light fell.

In an instant, several Fifth Rank individuals fell before Wang Anfeng. At his side was Hong Feibai, with his fellow female Sect member following behind. Ordinary disciples from the Sword Sects were already showing signs of panic, but Hong Feibai remained calm.

The previously bewildered beautiful woman now pressed her lips tightly together, silent, following closely behind Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, hurrying towards the direction of their Sect.

That should also be where Hong Hui currently was.

Along the way, they could see the fallen experts from various Sects, known figures within a hundred miles, all dead from a single sword mark across their throats.

Occasionally, some who were overlooked and who were unaware of the situation still launched surprise attacks on disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but they were far from a match for Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, who killed them all on the road.

Hong Feibai looked up at the distant lush mountain shadows, the layers of clouds in the sky, serene and peaceful.

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They were getting very close to the gates of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Not far ahead, at the foot of the mountain, there was a pavilion where he used to play and practice swordsmanship with his junior female Sect member when he was a child.

A look of anguish appeared in his eyes. He gripped the sword handle tightly and walked briskly toward the Sect gates. But at that moment, the broken sword in his hand suddenly let out a piercing wail, as though it was crying in agony.

Swords leaped out of their scabbards on the backs of the disciples following behind.

Wang Anfeng held his still-wailing longsword and looked up sharply. His eyes widened in shock, the clouds in the sky dispersed in his black pupils, and a pure and brilliant sword light flowed past, slowly fading away.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were stunned:

"This..."

"Has the old master made his move?"

The beautiful woman swayed, nearly falling, but steadied herself. Biting her teeth, she adopted the demeanor of a Peak Master's wife, and said through clenched teeth, "Keep moving."

"Yes, Master's wife..."

The disciples responded, and Wang Anfeng looked up at the extraordinary flow of the sword light, gripping the sword in his hand. As a Sixth Rank Swordsman himself, he saw more than others did, and the strength of the flowing Sword Intent was something that Hong Hui could not have possibly unleashed a few days ago.

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Memories of what Hong Hui had mentioned earlier about "recompense" resurfaced in his mind.

So that was it...

So that was it!

His heart trembled indescribably; he gripped his sword and, along with Hong Feibai and the rest, quickened their pace, rushing along the road towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Good, sword, technique..."

The physically imposing and belligerent leader of the Tiger Sword Sect, upon seeing the longsword that had pierced through his chest, wore a look of appreciation and sentiment as he fell backward into the snow.

The famous broad sword that was synonymous with his name lay planted beside him.

The remaining onlookers were petrified, wishing they could turn and run, but at this moment, their Qi mechanisms were entangled and any movement would invite a slash of sword light no less mighty than the one that had just struck.

Hong Hui coughed twice. His body was noticeably weak, but he showed no sign of retreating, as if in his past twenty-three years, there had not been a single day as gratifying as this.

Hong Hui's expression remained stern as he said,

"Who's next? Or will you all come at once?"

With a slight turn of his sword in hand, the man wore an expression of utter indifference. Before anyone could respond, he laughed and stepped forward with his sword, saying,

"Never mind, I'll go first."

The sword light flickered, all of it was the fundamental sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but in the hands of the swordsman who had put aside his sword heart for twenty-three years and now taken it up again, these basic techniques blossomed with unparalleled might.

Sword moves are but an external manifestation; what matters is the Sword Intent flowing within and the individual wielding the sword.

Hong Hui of the Heavenly Sword Sect, standing firm for a thousand days.

A journey of a thousand miles in a single day.

The Sword Intent grew denser, more ferocious and soaring.

No longer could it be concealed.

Atop the mountain where the Heavenly Sword Sect resided, suddenly a brilliant sword light ignited, followed by four trailing radiance, and like an enraged tiger protecting its cub, it tore through Heaven and Earth at a terrifying speed, rushing downward.

A hundred yards away, Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai took the lead, crossing the mountain cliff and beholding the collapsed pavilion, the fallen Jianghu masters, and that brilliant sword light.

Wan Longke's face had drastically changed. At this point, they could no longer care about the pull of their Qi mechanisms or the option of a full retreat, but abandoned all resistance, fleeing madly into the distance.

The melodious hum of the sword resounded.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, the sword light receded to reveal five figures, the one at the forefront white-haired. He looked down with a face full of sorrow. Hong Feibai halted, gripping the broken sword, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Occasionally, Sword Qi crisscrossed; the world dressed in white with snow. The white-haired man held his sword, his sword robe stained with blood.

Spirit soaring to the skies, he strummed his sword to this song.

Hong Hui laughed heartily,

"The world says the Heavenly Sword's luck has run out."

"Today, with this sword, I pledge ten more years of life to my Heavenly Sword!"

One life, one sword.

This sword had not been drawn for twenty-three years.

His wrist vibrated faintly.

As a swordsman, one must strive to overcome those above.

Then a fierce sword howl rose to the heavens, scattering the celestial light and sea of clouds...

PS: I'm utterly exhausted (눈_눈)

The revisions started several days ago with the big notification and have continued until now, leaving me mentally and physically drained

For tomorrow's update, my friends, I hope I'm still alive...

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