Chapter 366: Chapter 276: A Single Thought to Become a Demon (2) (13,000-Word Chapter)

As soon as Sword One spoke, the atmosphere instantly became more oppressive.

Wei Wuya stared blankly at Sword One, the words at the tip of his tongue swallowed back. He saw determination in Sword One’s eyes, an uncompromising resolve.

In Sword King City, the person most concerned about Sword One was undoubtedly Wei Wuya. Ever since Sword One entered Sword King City, the Elder Celestial Master, who hadn’t appeared for many years, had Wei Wuya accept him as a disciple on his behalf and bestowed upon him the title of Sword Son. This had to be approved by Wei Wuya, and he eventually agreed because he understood Sword One.

Later, Sword One joined Sword King City,

spent years outside the Sword Tomb washing swords, completely devoid of cultivation, which drew much criticism. Gradually, few still paid attention to Sword One, the Sword Son, but Wei Wuya always kept an eye on him, watching step by step as Sword One became a prodigy renowned throughout the Martial World.

Thus, in Sword King City,

the person who knew Sword One best was Wei Wuya.

He knew very well that although Sword One always appeared meek, his heart was more steadfast than anyone’s. Once he decided on something, nothing would sway him from outside influence,

which is why Sword One was able to excel in the Sword Dao.

Therefore,

at this moment, when he saw the look in Sword One’s eyes,

he knew he was unable to stop him. Sword One had made up his mind to take Nangong Weiyang away, and nobody’s persuasion would work today. Even if the Elder Celestial Master descended, unless forcibly suppressed, there was no way to stop Sword One’s decision.

The two of them exchanged a glance,

and Wei Wuya said no more. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Sword One also remained silent, instead bending over to break all the iron chains binding Nangong Weiyang, then lifted Nangong Weiyang onto his back, picked up the iron chains from the ground, and tightly bound Nangong Weiyang to himself.

Nangong Weiyang lay on Sword One’s back with a smile on her face. Even though her legs were broken and her body was covered in wounds, she did not show the slightest hint of pain, only a satisfied smile.

She said nothing,

didn’t question if Sword One was right or wrong, nor did she persuade Sword One to give up on her with any sentimental words.

Because she understood Sword One.

Wei Wuya understood Sword One, but he didn’t truly know him,

In this world, the only one who truly understood Sword One was Nangong Weiyang,

Because she understood, she didn’t waste words,

Because she understood, she knew that they would either die together or live together, Sword One would not abandon her, even if it meant making enemies of the entire Martial World,

because that is Sword One.

Blood dripped from Nangong Weiyang’s pants to the ground, a gentle wind blowing as the square was enveloped in swirling dust.

The disciples of the Qianyu Sect arrayed themselves, and experts stood ready in battle formation. The people of Sword King City also rose to their feet, feeling troubled and conflicted.

Sword One saw the blood on the ground and turned his head slightly to glance at Nangong Weiyang lying on his back, whispering: "I’m sorry, I am late again this time."

Nangong Weiyang’s pale face held a faint smile. "Not late, just in time, just like before!"

In a daze,

Sword One seemed to see the scene from when they first met.

"Not late, not late, definitely not late!"

Sword One reached back with one hand to support Nangong Weiyang, the other gripping the Wooden Sword, glancing at the Qianyu Sect disciples gathered below the high platform. His lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but ultimately he only said two words:

"Move aside!"

On the high platform, Lian Nanfeng glared at Sword One, angrily shouting: "Sword One, Nangong Weiyang is a traitor to my Qianyu Sect. You wanting to forcibly take her away now is unreasonable. Nangong Weiyang colluded with the Demon Dao and killed her master and kin. How will you explain this to my Qianyu Sect, and how will you explain this to the Righteous Dao Martial World?"

Sword One said nothing, not even looking at Lian Nanfeng, and headed straight down from the high platform. Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, echoing with thunder in the sky.

Sand and dust whirled outward, Sword One bearing Nangong Weiyang on his back, holding a Long Sword, step by step descending from the high platform. In that moment, the wind seemed to transform into the edge of a sword, whistling, an overwhelming Sword Intent surged, dark clouds roiled in the sky, and it felt as if the air had solidified, leaving everyone breathless.

"Form the array!"

With a loud shout, thousands of Qianyu Sect disciples surrounded the area, terrible Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi roiled and fluctuated, and then instantly, battle arrays were activated, one after another Battle Qi linked, booming like the heavens and earth were splitting apart.

On the high platform,

Lian Nanfeng’s face turned grim as he looked toward Wei Wuya, angrily demanding: "Sect Leader Wei, what does Sword King City mean by this?"

Wei Wuya’s expression was sullen,

Sword One was not only a disciple of Sword King City but also the Sword Son, the future Sect Leader. His actions represented Sword King City. By forcibly taking Nangong Weiyang now, it was equivalent to Sword King City taking Nangong Weiyang.

Now, Nangong Weiyang bore the charges of colluding with the Demon Dao and killing her master and kin. Sword King City could not intervene; otherwise, it would sever its ties with the Righteous Dao Martial World.

"Junior Brother Sword One," Wei Wuya said aloud: "You are the Sword Son of Sword King City. Your every action and word represents Sword King City. What you are doing now puts Sword King City in an unjust position. Where are you placing Sword King City?"

In the square,

Sword One did not pause, still walking step by step toward the crowd, his tone no longer meek, but somewhat cold, loudly declaring: "If there is no Nangong Weiyang, then I don’t need to be the Sword Son, and I won’t even practice the sword!"