Chapter 3: The Boy's Sword

  In the mountains below the green bamboo, dozens of Xian tribesmen stood motionless, as if they had been sealed away. It wasn't until Xiao Yi and his nine companions approached that a thin line of blood slowly appeared on the necks of these dozens of Xian tribesmen. This line of blood was extremely fine, almost imperceptible, but Xiao Yi and his nine companions knew that these dozens of Xian tribesmen had already been beheaded.

  What a fast sword!

  Xiao Yi's nine people were shocked, this green-shirted youth was undoubtedly a human being, but it was unknown where he came from. The nine of them followed the mountain path upwards, and along the way, they saw many immortals, each one ending their lives with a single sword strike. Every person seemed like a stone statue, standing still in place, not moving at all.

  Having waited until halfway up the mountain, hundreds of Xian tribe members had already been killed by the green-shirted youth. At this time, Xiao Yi and his nine companions also caught a glimpse of his back.

  He walked step by step towards the mountain top, a purple long sword slung behind his back, without a scabbard, the sword body dripping with blood but not stained, if it weren't for being seen with one's own eyes, even Xiao Yi and the nine others would find it hard to believe, this sword had just drunk the blood of hundreds of Xian tribe members.

  "What a brilliant footwork!"

  Shi Zhi Xuan took a deep breath, and that green-shirted youth seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in reality had reached the extreme speed. Every step he took was tens of meters away, every step down had a fairy clan being killed. Such an eerie scene was seen by some fairy clans on the mountain road ahead, their eyes showing terror, but the next moment, the youth's figure appeared behind them, and his gaze also solidified on his face.

  No one could withstand a single sword, not even the Xian tribe's Wu Chang, who couldn't react in the slightest. Even when a Xian tribe Bai Fu Zhang appeared on this path, he fell silently, with a blood line starting from his brow and extending all the way down, splitting him into two halves.

  In front of Qingzhai Village.

  An old man with black hair looked down at the mountain, surrounded by a misty aura that spread out in front of him. Behind him stood five thousand-man commanders with solemn expressions. Further back were over two thousand battle-hardened soldiers, their bodies radiating an intense desire to kill. Every face showed a resolute determination. Today they stood here and would not let anyone take another step forward because behind them was something they had to protect.

  The old, the women, the young and the children, they are in every corner of Qingzhuan Village, with guns in their hands, trapped in the mountains for over a year. Today may be their last battle, they cannot watch their loved ones die before their eyes, if possible, their blood can also flow.

  In the rolling fairy energy, more than 5,000 fairy soldiers climbed up to Qingzhu Mountain. They stopped thirty feet in front of the old man with black hair, and the 5,000+ fairy soldiers came to a sudden halt, without making even half a sound. Their eyes showed indifference, and also had a hint of pity, because after today, there would be no more Black Wind Tribe on Qingzhu Mountain.

  "Hei Feng Tribe!"

  A cold and indifferent voice rang out, in front of the Qing Zhu Village, the air suddenly became scorching hot. Among the more than 5,000 immortal soldiers, there were over a dozen Qilin horses, some with hooves treading on cloud energy, others with four hooves spewing fire. These were sacred beasts belonging to the immortal tribe. At this moment, one of the Qilin horses stepped forward, and on its back sat a middle-aged immortal with bright red long hair fluttering in the wind. Wherever it passed, the air twisted and hot waves rolled, a powerful aura came face to face, and the old man's expression changed slightly.

  "Sacrum Territory!"

  "Old man, you finally have some sense!" The red-haired Xian tribe laughed loudly, his scar twisting into a ferocious expression. He coldly said, "I am Xian tribe's Wanfu Chang Xuanqing. Today, I and the Wanfu Chang of Shen Mountain came to your Black Wind tribe for a blood sacrifice, to guide the strong warriors on our Xian tribe's heavenly road. You lowly blood tribe, don't have any wild ideas, put down your arms, and give yourselves a quick death! Otherwise, you will not be able to live or die!"

  Taking a deep breath, the old man with black hair had a fierce look in his eyes. His green beast skin robe fluttered in the wind as he suddenly spoke in a low voice: "People of the Black Wind tribe, today we will either die or possibly not have anyone left to walk down the Green Bamboo Mountain. But now, these immortals are telling me that you should put down your arms and surrender. As the chief, I am unable to make this choice for you. The ancestors in the tomb are watching me, my deceased brothers are watching from underground! My mother, my father are also watching from underground! Now, tell them what your choice is!"

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  More than two thousand Black Wind Tribe warriors, and every single one of the Black Wind Tribe members in Qing Zhu Village, used all their strength to bellow and howl. Their eyes were bloodshot, death was not what they feared, what they feared was lowering their heads in front of a stronger person. The land beneath their feet was not called a foreign land, this tall mountain that had a height of five hundred and three zhang and four chi, only had one name, and that was home!

  His face sank, and a cold gleam flashed in Xuan Qing's eyes. "Is this your choice? You know there is no hope, yet you still want to struggle. This is the stupidity of your human race. Pitiful humans, since you are so obstinate, then use your blood to dye the celestial drum red, and use your white bones to witness our glory. One day, my Xian tribe will forge a road of white bones and thoroughly connect this heavenly soldier road. Your Black Wind Tribe is not the last one; the Lei Jianbing Tribe will soon follow in your footsteps!"

  "Is it?"

  Suddenly, a faint and indifferent voice rose up, directly entering everyone's ears. However, when this voice fell into Xu Qing's ears, it was as if thunder had struck his spiritual world, causing his entire body to shudder, his spiritual world violently shaking, almost on the verge of collapse.

  "What a person!"

  Xuan Qing suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed intently on the distance. Behind the more than 5,000 celestial soldiers, a young man in a green robe was walking slowly towards them. His pace was not fast, but every step was clear and audible, the sound of his footsteps falling into everyone's ears, unstoppable and eerie to the extreme.

  "Who are you?!"

  At this moment, Shen Shan and Wan Fuzhang were also solemn, turning around to see the young man's appearance was too strange. With his spiritual power covering all directions, he surprisingly didn't detect any signs of him, but instead sensed nine auras rapidly rising from below the mountain, among which one aura, although not as strong as Shen Shan and Xuan Qing, had also reached the Wan Fuzhang level, being a strong human cultivator at the Bone Forging Realm.

  Only this green-shirted youth, from start to finish, never appeared in his spiritual power perception, as if he had appeared out of thin air. If not for him taking the initiative to speak, he wouldn't have even noticed.

  Terrible!

  Chen Shan's eyes sank slightly, without the slightest disdain. This was a gaze tempered in blood and fire, not to be underestimated because of his opponent's youth. In Chen Shan's understanding, every race had some extraordinary beings, either with special physiques or inherited bloodlines, whose initial cultivation progressed like flying, fundamentally incomparable to ordinary people.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  At this moment, following the green-shirted youth, the figures of Xiao Yi and nine others appeared ten zhang behind him. The nine people stopped simultaneously, and Xiao Yi's gaze fell on the green-shirted youth. From his body, he felt a breath similar to that of Mu Xue, which was the sharpness of a sword. However, if compared with Mu Xue, it was like fireflies and the bright moon. Although Xiao Yi couldn't see through the depth of the green-shirted youth, in his spiritual world, the purple fist mark transformed from the Locking Heaven Fist intent slightly trembled. The dragon pattern on top of the fist mark also brightened for a few moments at this moment.

  It seemed to be a heartfelt response, that the young man in green clothes glanced slightly, swept his eyes over Xiao Yi's body, and flashed a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but soon didn't care.

  "It's the Bloodstone Tribe! And the Volcano Tribe!" In front of Qing Zhu Village, five thousand-man commanders' eyes lit up.

  The old man with black hair also had a smile in his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief and nodded slightly towards the green-shirted youth.

  His eyes calm and peaceful, a young man in a green shirt walks with his sword slung over his back. The purple longsword behind him trembles slightly, emitting a faint hum of the sword at this moment.

  "How dare you! Kill him!" Xuan Qing shouted coldly.

  Hoo! Hoo!

  At the moment his voice fell, in front of him, two Qilin horses rose into the air, spanning dozens of feet, and descended towards the top of that green-shirted youth's head. They were two thousand-year-old generals of the Xian tribe, their bodies emitting a surge of immortal energy, their long knives slashing down through the air, shooting out golden knife energy several feet long. At the same time, the golden energy of the four cardinal directions converged, causing the knife energy to erupt again, transforming into a 1.5-meter-long, razor-sharp golden energy that radiated outward. The air was pierced, and two true vacuum paths were forcibly opened up.

  Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, these two thousand-year-old Xian tribe warriors were not weak, perhaps they had already approached the realm of Xian Mai Da Yuan Man. Their spiritual will was almost merged with the atmosphere of heaven and earth, if he had encountered these two before his Blood Refining Small Success, it would have been difficult for him to win against them one-on-one. However, now that he had reached this level, these two strong warriors were not even in his eyes, but only a guess in his heart, wondering how the green-shirted youth would respond.

  A menacing aura loomed over him, but the young man in a green robe didn't even glance at it. Two golden blades of energy pierced through his shoulders, yet not a single drop of blood was seen. He walked forward step by step, each footfall landing several meters away, as if the earth itself was stretching and shrinking beneath his feet.

  Qilin horse landed, two Xianzu Qianfu Zhang's expression was solemn, their eyes revealed a shocked color. The two men successively drew their swords, golden sword energy crisscrossed, sharp golden air filled the air, outlining a golden sword net. However, it still only passed through the green-shirted youth's body, unable to harm him in the slightest.

  This was a silent oppression, extreme to the limit, yet unable to harm the opponent. The two thousand-year-old Xian clan generals were excited because their opponent was getting closer and closer.

  "Fall back!" The mountain shook as ten thousand men suddenly let out a loud shout.

  Two Xian clan Qianfu Zhang were shocked in their hearts, but the next moment, the figure of the green-shirted youth slowly dissipated before them, and their line of sight also gradually blurred, spiritual world collapsed, thoughts fell into eternal sleep. Everyone come to vote!