Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 132 Please Be Dignified
Shock, joy, admiration, and fear.

These expressions appeared on everyone's faces at once!
They originally thought that Yan Nantian, Yaoyue, and Ren Shaoyang were already the most outstanding people in the world, unparalleled in history.

Who knew that another "Kunlun Blood-Clad Man" Ren Hongxiu would appear later, and she actually fought fiercely with Yaoyue, even damaging her appearance.

I thought that was the end of it.

It's a duel between these four masters.

Who knew there would be such a formidable person!

Despite his crippled body, Ding An single-handedly fought Yao Yue with his sword, forcing her to have no choice but to go mad and fight desperately.
"Dual swords, long and short, the divine sword captures the dragon, blood-red blade light, the Bright Jade Divine Skill, raging fire burns the city!" An elder couldn't help but exclaim, "Tonight, it's not just a duel between three masters, it's clearly a battle of the Five Greats!"

Chu Fenggu, the leader of the Heavenly Blade Sect, said to his grandson beside him, "Stop being arrogant! Do you see that? The two swords of the Red Sleeve Heroine and the Ding'an Hero are the pinnacle we've always dreamed of!"

"Mmm!" The child nodded earnestly, gazing at the five people in the arena, completely mesmerized.

Ximen Changhai had already closed his eyes and murmured, "So that's how it is, that's how it should be!"

Ye Yunuan smiled slightly: "Changhai, you found him?"

A slight smile played on Ximen Changhai's lips: "The way of the sword has reached its peak; there's no need for complicated variations." As he spoke, he turned to look at Ye Yunuan, "Fennel Leaf, what about you? I don't believe you haven't grasped it."

Ye Yunuan smiled confidently: "Those who are highly skilled are respected, and I will continue to explore and improve."

Ximen Changhai's eyes narrowed, and he sighed, "You've dedicated your whole life to the long sword in your hand?"

"Why not?"

Ximen Changhai rubbed his face: "Even if you keep it up for the rest of your life, you still can't catch up with Master Yan and Sword God Ren!"

Ye Yunuan looked around at the mountains and up at the sky. The heavy snow had stopped sometime earlier. At this moment, the bright moon shone again in the sky, and everything was white, awakening the loneliness of the long night.

Ye Yunuan said calmly, "If it doesn't work in this life, then try the next life; if it doesn't work in the next life, then try the one after that."

Ximen Changhai said with a wry smile, "Your descendants will probably have a very hard life."

"Only I know whether it's hot or cold," Ye Yu Nuan said. "Also, after I go down the mountain, there's something I need to do."

"what's up?"

"Find a good girl, get married and have children."

"Ha, that's what I think too."

The surrounding commotion did not disturb the people in the middle, and the sword and knife lights had already been concealed.

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions stood in one of the three places, along with Yan Nantian and Yaoyue.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the valley. He flicked out the Dragon Capture sword, hooking his finger along the blade, and with a clear, melodious ringing sound, like the sound of a chime.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and said, "Brother Yan, your long and short swords are truly delightful!"

Yan Nantian also burst into laughter: "Shaoyang, stop hiding and go all out!"

Ren Shaoyang blinked: "Then you'd better be prepared."

Yan Nantian sighed and turned to look at Hongxiu and Ding'an: "I had already thought you were extremely capable, but I never expected that I would still underestimate you."

Hongxiu's voice was deep, but her tone was playful: "Uncle Yan actually misjudged him."

"Yes, I misjudged her." Yan Nantian stared intently at Hongxiu, then suddenly asked, "Little girl, are you Hongxiu or someone else?"

Hongxiu raised her head, revealing a radiant smile: "I am Hongxiu, and also my younger sister. We are one, so why should we be separated?"

"I see," Yan Nantian exclaimed. "I thought the little beggar had gone mad, but I didn't expect him to be able to multitask and concentrate his mind, which is equivalent to two people fighting one. It's really amazing."

Upon hearing this, a murderous aura flashed between Yaoyue's brows. However, with the four men watching her intently, she couldn't easily leave and could only glare at them hatefully.

Hongxiu looked over expressionlessly, then suddenly stuck out her tongue with a lively expression.

Inviting the Moon:
Yan Nantian then looked at Ding An and laughed heartily, "Ding An, your swordsmanship is truly amazing."

Ding An scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "Really? Hehe."

Yan Nantian said, "Don't hold back later."

Ding An looked at Yan Nantian, then at Hongxiu, and then at Ren Shaoyang, and found that they all had expectant expressions on their faces.

Finally, I looked at Yaoyue.
Yaoyue glared at him intently.

Ding An turned his head and said loudly, "Okay, I understand!"

Ren Shaoyang's calm voice came through: "Alright, shall we have a free-for-all?"

Hongxiu and Ding'an: "Come on."

Yan Nantian shouted, "Come!"

With blood staining half her face, Yaoyue coldly said, "What are you waiting for?" She leaped up, pressing a palm down on Hongxiu and thrusting her sword at Ding'an!
Seeing this, Hongxiu leaped forward and unleashed a swift strike, as if a streak of red lightning flashed across the sky.

Upon seeing this, Yaoyue's murderous aura emanated from her brows. Her robe sleeves expanded and contracted, deflecting the incoming blade, and then she struck Ding'an's short sword with two swift strokes.

Yan Nantian laughed loudly: "I'm here!" Amidst the laughter, he raised his two swords, their humming sounds never ceasing, each strike piercing the gaps in the three men's moves.

Caught off guard, Yaoyue was nearly torn apart by the long and short swords. She cursed fiercely, "You stinky man, you're such an eyesore!" She had no choice but to abandon the two men and exchange several sword blows with Yan Nantian.

Hongxiu and Ding'an exchanged a glance and shouted at the same time, "Don't run away, we haven't had our fill of fighting yet!" The twin blades flashed with blood and fire, soaring majestically into the sky.

Seeing this, Yan Nantian and Yaoyue dared not be negligent and also countered with their twin swords.

Just then, another long laugh was heard.

Ren Shaoyang walked slowly toward the battle circle, loudly proclaiming, "Esteemed seniors, please play music to celebrate!"

Lady Xiao, Ghost Child, Yu Ziya, and the others beamed with joy and responded loudly.

The next moment, the sound of the xiao flute soared high, lingering through the air and turning endlessly; the drum boomed, rising and falling rhythmically, as if in perfect harmony; the zither played joyfully, plucking the notes of the zheng and yu, pressing down the gong and shang.

A heroic melody began to play, the music driven by the powerful inner strength of the elders, the bold notes filling the valley.

The heroes were so moved by what they heard that their blood surged and their hearts pounded, and they couldn't help but shed tears. Some of them, whose skills were slightly weaker, wanted to wail, but they lacked the strength to do so and could only sob softly. Gradually, their chests felt tight, their faces turned pale, and they could only kneel on the ground, lost in thought.

Ren Shaoyang was delighted to hear this, and in high spirits, he shouted, "Great! It's a really good piece of music!" With that, he suddenly darted into the middle of the four people, dancing and gesturing wildly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Then the sword blades shot out with a "whoosh," covering the sky and the earth.

Ding'an was startled, leaped back, and shouted, "Crippled man, are you serious?"

With a few swift movements, Ren Shaoyang forced Yaoyue and Yan Nantian apart, laughing heartily: "Today's sword duel is about grudges and vying for the title of the best in the world. Losing a hand is no child's play!"

"Ta-da!"
Ren Shaoyang casually deflected the two stabs that the red-sleeved dog stealthily thrust at him, and said irritably, "You're too perverted."

"Hey limp brother, come on! Let's have a good fight!" Hongxiu raised her eyebrows and grinned.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes were sharp as he laughed, "Good!" With a flick of his wrist, strands of light suddenly appeared, forming a vast wave of sword light that tore through the clarity of the night.

A chilling tide of sword blades surged forth, like countless swords and knives aimed at them, causing all four to gasp in surprise!
"Oh my goodness!"

Seeing this, Hongxiu, as if boneless, twisted and dodged.

Ding An also slashed and hacked a few times, but when he saw the sword wave coming again, he quickly took two steps back.

In other words, Yaoyue and Yan Nantian refused to believe in superstition. A short sword flew straight ahead, instantly changing into seven or eight different weapon techniques to block the raging onslaught of sword blades.

With two swords in hand, he soared through the air like a dragon or a phoenix, splitting the sky and spinning in a semi-circle, dazzling everyone's eyes.

The clanging and banging sounds were incessant, sometimes as loud as a dense rain, filled with the clatter of metal.

Three figures were seen waving their arms and legs, their sword energy crisscrossing and hissing, causing cracks to appear in the ground.

Everyone was shocked. Just then, with a "whoosh," a gleaming blue sword suddenly shot towards Ding'an.

Ding An hurriedly raised his sword to parry, and in the flash of firelight, he sighed, "Back again!" With a whoosh, he was swept back into the battle.

The blue light continued its relentless advance, swirling forward relentlessly.

The little beggar smiled slightly, and his younger sister chimed in: "Brother Shaoyang, can't I just walk there myself?"

The blade nodded and then suddenly retracted.

Hongxiu shrugged helplessly at the crowd, turned around, raised her knife, and shouted, "Here I come!"

The five greatest martial arts masters in the world are locked in a fierce battle, and a martial arts practitioner might only witness one of them in their entire life.

The crowd was overwhelmed and didn't know where to begin.

A moment later, I saw Yaoyue and Yan Nantian exchanging blows wildly, each wielding a sword against the other without dodging. Even though they were both indestructible, they were still mangled and bloodied when faced with divine weapons.

A moment later, I saw Yaoyue and Hongxiu clashing with swords and knives. As they fought, they started tearing each other's hair and cursing at each other.

Then, Yan Nantian and Ding Angang were seen locked in fierce combat, their flames soaring into the sky, their battle a spectacular display that thrilled the onlookers.

However, humans only have one pair of eyes; if they can see this, they can't see that.

Every time, someone would sigh and lament, saying, "What a loss!" It was because they regretted missing out on seeing the ultimate techniques, and they wished they could invent something to record their battles so they could go back and watch them properly.

As the four fought fiercely, the white-robed swordsman burst into laughter, channeling his inner energy to unleash countless sword threads.

A white shadow flashed and appeared in front of Yan Nantian, slamming a punch into his chest.

Yan Nantian yelled and fell backward.

The white shadow flashed again, and now it appeared on the moonlit side, its fingers pointing rapidly.

"I can do that too!"

Yaoyue snorted coldly, her white hair billowing as she stabbed away.

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "Trying to copy me? Are you courting death?" He suddenly opened one hand, and an extremely bright flame instantly condensed, making the air ripple like water when viewed from afar.

Ye Yunuan and Ximen Changhai shouted, "Sword light! Sword light!"

The green light in Ren Shaoyang's hand seemed like a tangible wave of water, surging and surging through the air.

Everyone was in a frenzy, gasping for breath and staring wide-eyed.

But then Ren Shaoyang transformed into a white shadow once more, his body enveloped in a blue light before vanishing.

Yaoyue cried out, and her white hair suddenly broke off, falling to the ground in a flurry.

In an instant, the Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace transformed into a little nun.

Upon seeing this, everyone burst into laughter!
Yaoyue's face was ashen. She touched her head in disbelief and turned to look in the direction of the white figure.

Then Yan Nantian jumped up again, joining Hongxiu and Ding'an in attacking Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang flickered around the field, like an indescribable, chaotic shadow. Sword threads shot out continuously with a "whoosh," like a spider weaving a web, drawing the three closer and closer.

"Brother Yan, didn't you disdain a siege?"

Yan Nantian chuckled and said, "Shaoyang, your 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' technique is terrifying. How can we fight without a coordinated attack?" As he spoke, he continued to draw his sword, coordinating perfectly with Hongxiu and the other two.

Ding An shouted, "Shao Yang, you, you're not going to force me to explode!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Explode my ass! Do you want to blow everyone up?" A wisp of white light flew out and struck Ding An squarely in the chest.

With a "whoosh," Ding'an was sent flying backward.

Hongxiu took a deep breath and unleashed more than twenty swift sword strikes, chuckling as she said, "Crippled man, isn't that enough?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Good!" With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind flew out.

The little beggar understood immediately, and was suddenly sent flying backward. He landed staggering a few steps, shouting, "Ah~! How powerful is the Sword God Ren!"

It fell to the ground with a thud.

Ren Shaoyang turned around and flicked his sleeve again, a sword sweeping past like thunder.

Yan Nantian parried with his twin swords, but then felt a buzzing in his ears as an overwhelming force struck him. He immediately lost his footing and flew several feet backward, landing in the crowd.

"father!"

"Southern Sky!"

When Zhang Jing and Zhang San Niang saw Yan Nantian land not far from them, they immediately jumped up and rushed towards him, causing chaos in the scene.

At this moment, Ye Yu Nuan and the others stared intently at the white-robed figure standing gracefully in the center of the arena.

Ren Shaoyang glanced around arrogantly, then turned to look at the nun not far away.

Yaoyue didn't look at him, but instead gazed at the moon in the sky and sighed, "You still won't kill me."

Ren Shaoyang paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "I am compassionate by nature."

“Compassion?” Yaoyue turned her head and stared at him intently, mocking, “Is the proud and ruthless way of Heaven compassion?”

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "You've always wanted to control everything, but I've shattered all your pride. In the end, I just want to leave you with some dignity."

"What respectability?"

"Take control of your own life and death."

"You want me to commit suicide?" Yaoyue's eyes gleamed strangely.

Ren Shaoyang frowned upon hearing this and said, "If you are not dignified, I can only follow the natural order and help you be dignified."

"Heh!" Yaoyue chuckled lightly, her face marred by a shocking scar. "You're truly kind-hearted."

Ren Shaoyang replied politely, "Of course."

Yaoyue looked at the bright moon in the sky, and her heart suddenly ached. Her eyes were filled with an inscrutable expression, as if she were broken: "What a perfect day for setting off!"

Having said that, he suddenly shot into the sky and, amidst the gasps of the crowd, plummeted straight down the precipice.

A mournful, desolate laugh could still be heard: "No one can kill me except myself, not even God!"

The laughter drifted through the mountains and valleys, echoing endlessly, lingering and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke.

The scene fell silent for a moment, everyone staring blankly at Yaoyue, watching this woman who had dominated the martial arts world for more than twenty years and was the most proud of them all fall off the cliff.

At that moment, the torch in their hands seemed to stop flickering.

(End of this chapter)