Chapter 29: Return to Yuanzong "Wang Kui"

  Six figures of varying heights fell to the ground beside Murong Nan's lifeless body, and the first person among them withdrew his knife, its blade still dripping with fresh blood that slowly trickled onto the ground...

  "Haha! As expected, it's 'The Emperor's Classics'!"

  He bent down and retrieved the book from Murong Nan's headless body. The leader waited until he saw the three words "Yong Huang Dian" on the cover of the book, then suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

  In the blink of an eye, the smile on the face of this person suddenly came to a complete halt...

  It was just because he and his five fellow disciples were already surrounded by numerous figures!

  "Everyone, I am Wang Kui of the Xuan Yuan Sect. This 'Yong Huang Dian', can you give our sect some face?"

  The leader, Wang Kui, stuffed the "Yong Huang Dian" into his bosom, patted it gently, and then bowed to the people around him with a courteous expression.

  The only response was a low, muffled voice:

  "Kill!"

  Apart from Nan Gongxing, who had already removed the black cloth from his face at this time, the rest of the Qin Wangfu and Mo family members were like bloodthirsty wolves, pouncing on the people of Guiyuan Sect.

  "Whoosh!"

  A blue-level initial warrior in the Mo family saw a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect block a blow from someone in the Qinwang Mansion, and the shallow blue true energy in his long sword suddenly burst out, and then directly stabbed at the back of this Guiyuan Sect disciple.

  Shattering dry and withered things, blood flowers splashing everywhere.

  "Junior brother!"

  Wang Kui saw that in the blink of an eye, one of his junior brothers had already died. For him who loved his junior brothers extremely, at this moment a pair of pupils stared round and full of murderous aura, and he growled in a low voice, "Die!"

  At the moment when Mo Jia's disciple was about to pull out the long sword inserted into Rong Yuan's body, the dazzling knife light in Wang Kui's hand had transformed into a flowing light that swept horizontally towards his neck.

  "Ding!"

  A piercing sound of metal clashing rang out, and it was the middle-aged man from the Mo family, also a blue-level mid-tier martial artist, who stretched out his hand holding a blue-colored true energy-infused iron brush to block Wang Kuai's powerful true energy-filled slash for his junior brother.

  Feeling the recoil of the pen, Mo Jia, a middle-aged man, trembled involuntarily throughout his body. He stared at Wang Kui, who was staring back at him like a fierce tiger, and couldn't help but feel startled in his heart. "What a sharp swordsmanship."

  On the continent of Chongwu, those great sects that can stand for thousands of years without falling, in addition to having top-notch true strength cultivation secrets, also have many top-notch technique classics. And these techniques are all passed down through the experience of the ancestors of these sects after countless verifications and modifications.

  The longer a sect has existed, the more powerful its techniques and routines are. After all, they are the supreme treasures passed down through the ages. This is also one of the reasons why sects on the continent of Chongwu quietly surpass families.

  After all, compared to the inheritance of a sect, the limitations imposed on a family are too great, with generations emphasizing direct lineage. The children in the family are almost collateral branches and cannot accommodate outsiders; while a sect is open to recruiting talented disciples from outside, ensuring the quality of its members.

  In this way, the so-called family juniors are much inferior in quality to those in the sect. This is also one of the reasons why the techniques passed down in families on the Chongwu Continent have been far weaker than those passed down in the sects for a long time.

  With many talents verifying each other, their techniques will inevitably become more powerful!

  The style is extremely important for the martial artist. A first-class disciple of a top sect on the mainland who has practiced the most powerful style routine in the sect can easily defeat those middle-level disciples of small families, and even fight evenly with those late-stage disciples of small families.

  For example, if Ling Qingyan reaches the initial stage of the Blue Rank and practices top-notch techniques from major sects like the Tianjian Sect or the Guiyuan Sect, he can easily defeat his father, a Blue Rank mid-stage warrior! He may even be able to fight evenly with several elders in the family, except for the oldest elder.

  Only because his father and those few elders had no moves that could be used without harming others, he couldn't fully exert all of his strength.

  Of course, winning a battle against a higher level is absolutely impossible.

  Even if one is a disciple of a top sect, reaching the Qing level and learning the sect's top techniques, it is still impossible to defeat an ordinary small family's blue-level initial-stage warrior. The technique route is important for warriors, but it has not yet reached the point where it can break through the constraints between levels.

  It can be thought of as:

  A stronger set of moves can allow one to further and more fully exert their own power.

  ………

  "You must die!"

  Wang Kui saw his own attack, unexpectedly blocked by this same blue-level middle-tier Mo family member. A pair of eyes seemed to be devoid of emotion, and then the dazzling blue light in his hand flashed, the light flickered strangely, like overlapping shadows, splitting into nine layers, pressing towards the Mo family member.

  "What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

  That blue-ranked middle-tier Mo Family member looked at the overlapping knife lights pressing towards him, and he couldn't help but feel startled. He could clearly sense the pressure brought by these stacked knife lights.

  Although shocked, he had not forgotten to defend himself. The blue light from the iron pen in his hand suddenly surged and met Wang Kui's strange knife.

  "Hah!"

  A strange overlapping knife light, like withered and rotten leaves, flew away the iron pen filled with true power of this Mo family person. The nine-layered unparalleled dazzling knife light pressed towards the chest of this Mo family person without diminishing its momentum.

  Suddenly, the gorgeous blood flower was like a jumping blood-colored phantom, mixed with the still bright nine-layer blue knife light, like a perfect work of art, constantly impacting the visual of the people present.

  "Bang!"

  The blue-robed middle-ranking Mo Family member's corpse fell straight to the ground, with fresh blood continuously spraying out from his chest, not stopping for a long time.

  Around the time Mo family and Wang Kui were fighting, the other four disciples of Guiyuan Sect had already been killed by the Mo family and Qinwangfu people. At this moment, the eyes looking at Wang Kui were filled with boundless fear.

  What a sharp knife!

  "Run!"

  The remaining Mo family and Qin Wangfu people were intimidated, this was the actual power displayed by Yuan Zongwang Kui to easily kill a martial artist of the same level, which was no longer something that these few blue-level initial-stage martial artists could contend with. Everyone didn't even move their bodies before suddenly scattering in all directions.

  Looking at the five bodies of fellow disciples lying around him, he thought that just a while ago everyone was still happily drinking together...

  Wang Kui's body trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears fell silently from his eyes. He then lifted his head to gaze at the fleeing Mo family and Qin Wangfu people, and the long knife in his hand danced again. The blue light burst forth abruptly, and the nine-layered overlapping knife lights reappeared...

  "Don't even think about escaping!"

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