Meanwhile, a team was rushing swiftly toward the outside of the valley. This team consisted of a dozen or so young men in their twenties. Their auras were powerful; they were the geniuses from the Holy Land of Dayan, who had come to Sword Valley to cultivate their Swordsmanship.
However, just as they arrived, they sensed a terrifying aura emanating from within Sword Valley and immediately halted. Soon after, they saw a massive Sword Qi burst skyward. The overwhelming power it contained caused the Holy Land Disciples to gasp repeatedly.
The man in the lead was named Yin Tianhe. His eyes shone with a stunning light as he said, "A Treasure has appeared! Quickly, get inside!"
With that, the group dashed into Sword Valley.
Soon, they reached a nearby area where other Sword Cultivators were training. The cultivators turned to look, and their faces filled with surprise when they saw Yin Tianhe and his entourage.
Yin Tianhe glanced around, then spoke coldly, "From now on, this place is mine. All of you, leave at once!"
"What?"
His words caused an uproar among the surrounding Sword Cultivators. This was a perfect place to cultivate Swordsmanship, one they had found only after great difficulty. How could they leave so easily?
One Sword Cultivator frowned and said, "That’s too tyrannical! This Sword Valley is vast enough to accommodate many people. Why are you chasing us away?"
Another snorted coldly. "Such arrogance. I’d like to see you try and drive us out!"
Yin Tianhe’s expression darkened. "Attack!" he commanded coldly.
Several of his companions sneered and charged forward.
The surrounding Sword Cultivators were furious. "You’re courting death! Do you really think we’re easy pickings?" they roared, launching their own attacks. They unleashed their respective Ultimate Skills, aiming for the disciples of the Holy Land of Dayan. Having cultivated in Sword Valley for a long time, their Swordsmanship was profound, and their strikes were formidable.
However, the few disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan merely sneered, showing no fear in the face of such fierce attacks. With a wave of their hands, several red lights shot out from their sleeves. Like divine rainbows, they streaked across the air toward the opposing Sword Cultivators.
The Sword Cultivators were struck instantly, spitting blood as they were sent flying backward.
"They’re defeated! They couldn’t even block a single move!" the crowd exclaimed in astonishment.
"Unbelievable!"
"Those are Flying Swords!"
"Are you people from the Holy Land of Dayan?" someone shouted in alarm.
Yin Tianhe sneered. "So you have some sense, recognizing who we are. But it’s too late now. Kill them!"
At his command, his companions once again drove their Flying Swords toward the injured Sword Cultivators. The faces of the targeted men turned pale. They had never expected their opponents to be prodigies from a Holy Land; no wonder they were so arrogant.
It’s over. We’ve picked a fight with the wrong people this time. they thought grimly, hastily retreating in an attempt to escape.
But the Flying Swords were upon them in an instant, about to pierce right through them.
"Haha, go die!" several of the Holy Land of Dayan disciples cackled.
We’re finished. We’re doomed. The Sword Cultivators’ faces were etched with despair.
Just then, a streak of Sword Qi shot out from the side, slashing at the incoming Flying Swords.
BOOM!
With a loud crash, all the Flying Swords were knocked away.
"We’re saved!"
The Sword Cultivators opened their eyes wide in surprise, wondering who had just rescued them. They turned to look. On the other side, the disciples of the Holy Land of Dayan wore sullen expressions. Someone had actually dared to strike against them. How audacious. They too turned their heads, their gazes soon locking onto a single person.
"Who are you to dare make an enemy of our Holy Land of Dayan?"
The rescued Sword Cultivators also saw their savior and were immediately overjoyed. They rushed over, pleading eagerly, "Young Master Luo, please save us!"
"Young Master Luo, please stand against the Holy Land of Dayan!"
"They are too arrogant! Teach them a lesson!"
The one who had intervened was none other than Luo Rong. He looked at the group from the Holy Land and said, "You are all far too tyrannical!"
"So what if we are? What can you do about it?" the Holy Land disciples sneered. "And just who are you? State your name!"
Luo Rong’s face darkened. "I am a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Institute," he said coldly.
"A disciple of the Sacred Institute? No wonder you’re strong enough to knock away our Flying Swords." The people from the Holy Land of Dayan finally understood. The Sacred Institute’s strength and status were no lower than their own Holy Land’s. But they had numbers on their side, so what was there to fear?
"Attack!"
With a furious roar, the dozen or so disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan attacked as one. A dozen Flying Swords crisscrossed the air, descending on Luo Rong from every direction and instantly enveloping him.
"Let’s see how you block this!" the Holy Land disciples smirked.
"Oh no!"
The other Sword Cultivators’ expressions changed drastically. They hadn’t expected the people from the Holy Land of Dayan to be so despicable as to gang up on him. They feared Young Master Luo wouldn’t be able to withstand it and were about to rush to his aid, but Luo Rong had already made his move.
"Purple Sun Swordsmanship!"
Luo Rong swung his longsword in a horizontal slash. A purple sword light soared into the sky, transforming into a purple sun. Its radiance illuminated the surroundings, instantly blocking all the Flying Swords.
"What?"
Witnessing this, everyone cried out in disbelief. "He blocked it? That’s incredible!"
"Young Master Luo is so strong!" the rescued Sword Cultivators exclaimed, their eyes filled with hope.
The members of the Holy Land of Dayan were stunned. Even with more than a dozen of them attacking together, they couldn’t handle him. It was truly unbelievable.
"Damn it! Everyone, use your full power!" someone cried out through gritted teeth.
Immediately, they pushed themselves to their limits, burning their Spiritual Power to greatly enhance the strength of their Flying Swords. The weapons erupted with a dazzling light, like brilliant rays of dawn that seemed poised to pierce through heaven and earth. The purple sun in the sky began to shake violently, as if it could no longer withstand the pressure and was about to shatter.
The distant Sword Cultivators who were watching saw this, and their faces turned pale once more. They didn’t know if Luo Rong could withstand this assault.
Luo Rong’s expression was solemn. So they’re getting desperate? So what? His strength far exceeded anyone’s imagination.
"Let me show you my true power!" Luo Rong snorted coldly as an earth-shattering strength exploded from within him.
As this new power emerged, the purple sun condensed from Sword Qi in the sky burst forth with a blindingly brilliant light. The dozen or so Flying Swords surrounding it trembled incessantly, their light dimming as they were greatly suppressed.
The faces of the dozen disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan who had attacked changed dramatically. Their bodies trembled with terror as they sensed a mortal crisis.
"How is this possible? His strength can still increase!" one person exclaimed.
"This aura... this is Sword Intent!" another said in horror. "He has actually mastered Sword Intent!"
"This is unbelievable!"
Hearing this, the other disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan gasped. Sword Intent was a power that countless Sword Cultivators dreamed of obtaining, yet mastering it was easier said than done. Even in the Holy Land of Dayan, which was renowned for its Sword Dao, disciples who had mastered Sword Intent were few and far between. None of the disciples present today had comprehended it. To their shock, their opponent, Luo Rong, had actually managed to do so.
Empowered by Sword Intent, the might of the Purple Sun Swordsmanship multiplied, instantly suppressing all the Flying Swords. Then, Luo Rong slashed out once more. The purple sun swept across the sky, blasting all the Flying Swords away.
The dozen or so disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan stumbled backward, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. They were a pathetic sight.
Luo Rong snorted coldly. "The Holy Land of Dayan is nothing special. You’re not qualified to be arrogant in front of me!"
"Fantastic! Young Master Luo won!" The distant Sword Cultivators cheered excitedly. Now, they wouldn’t have to leave the valley.
"Young Master Luo is mighty!"
"Young Master Luo is amazing!"
"Hmph, let’s see if those people from the Holy Land of Dayan still dare to act so arrogantly."
Across from them, the faces of the Dayan disciples were grim, but they didn’t dare to act rashly. After all, they were no match for him.
At this moment, Yin Tianhe, who had been silently observing with his hands clasped behind his back, stepped forward. He sneered, "I didn’t expect you to have mastered Sword Intent. Truly unbelievable. But so what? You are still no match for me. I’ll give you a chance: leave this valley with your dignity intact. Otherwise, I will act personally and throw you out!"
"Brother Yin is going to make a move?" Seeing this, the surrounding disciples from the Holy Land of Dayan grew excited.
One of them laughed. "Haha, with Brother Yin taking action, he’ll surely defeat him!"
"That’s right, Brother Yin is invincible!"
Across from them, Luo Rong stared intently at Yin Tianhe and said coldly, "If you want me to leave, let’s see if you have the ability to make me!"
With that, he slashed his sword. The purple sun once again soared into the sky and hurtled toward Yin Tianhe, appearing above his head in an instant. The purple sun descended mercilessly. The surrounding Holy Land disciples scrambled to retreat, but Yin Tianhe didn’t budge. He simply glanced up at the purple sun, a trace of disdain on his lips.
The next moment, he took a step forward. A surge of Sword Qi erupted from his body and shot toward the heavens, transforming into a Celestial River that collided violently with the purple sun. A deafening roar echoed as the purple sun was blocked. Not only that, but the Celestial River roiled and enveloped the purple sun. An overwhelming aura exploded from within it, directly shattering the purple sun into pieces.
Luo Rong’s expression changed drastically, his pupils constricting as he stared intently at the Celestial River in the sky. He exclaimed, "Sword Intent! You’ve also mastered Sword Intent!"
"That’s right!" Yin Tianhe struck again. The Celestial River descended from the sky, rushing toward Luo Rong.
Luo Rong brandished his sword, using the Purple Sun Swordsmanship to form a purple sea of fire to block the attack. The next moment, the Celestial River crashed into the sea of fire. The flames churned violently.
"Hold!" Luo Rong roared, desperately channeling his Sword Intent to resist, but it was ultimately not enough. In an instant, the sea of fire was pierced through, and Luo Rong was sent flying, staining the sky with his blood.
"What? He lost?" The distant Sword Cultivators were stunned by the scene. "Young Master Luo actually lost? How could this be?"
"We won! Brother Yin won!" the disciples of the Holy Land of Dayan cheered jubilantly.
Luo Rong’s face was pale, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide as he stared fixedly at Yin Tianhe, exclaiming, "Your Sword Intent... it’s at the second level! You actually possess Second-Level Sword Intent!"
He was utterly shocked. His own Sword Intent had only reached the first level, which was already an extraordinary feat. He never expected Yin Tianhe’s Sword Intent to be even stronger, having reached the second level. No wonder he was no match.
"That’s right. It is indeed Second-Level Sword Intent," Yin Tianhe said smugly. "Now, are you going to get lost?"
Luo Rong’s expression was grim. It seemed he had no choice but to leave. The other Sword Cultivators also looked ashen-faced. If even Young Master Luo was defeated, they stood no chance at all. They all began to prepare to depart.
Just then, in the mysterious, fog-shrouded area, the mist churned, and a figure slowly walked out.
The figure was Lin Xuan, but no one else knew that. Everyone turned their heads to look. Yin Tianhe and his group wore expressions of surprise, wondering who this person could be.
Meanwhile, the other Sword Cultivators grew excited.
"Could it be... the mysterious expert who triggered that heaven-piercing Sword Qi before?"
"It must be him!"
"This is great! The mysterious expert has appeared!"
They rushed over, calling out loudly, "Senior, please step forward and uphold justice!"
"These people from the Holy Land of Dayan are too arrogant! They threatened to drive us all out! Senior, you must teach them a lesson!"
Hearing this, the faces of the people from the Holy Land of Dayan changed dramatically. So there was another hidden master here! They immediately became tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, and nervously watched the figure that slowly approached.