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

Chapter 518 The Piglets Have Arrived
Inside the Hidden Dragon Tomb, the battle resumes.

The sword energy was like frost, surging in all directions.

Then Ren Shaoyang and Daoguo clashed, their swords clanging incessantly.

Ren Shaoyang, however, still moved with flowing sleeves, his dragon-catching palm sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, ever-changing.

Dao Guo was clearly at a disadvantage, even though her every move was as swift as a white horse flashing past a crack, making it almost impossible for anyone to react.

But he's supposed to die, yet he doesn't.

She encountered Ren Jianshen, who could "deal with a single thought"—he drew his sword without any hesitation!

Then, the white-robed man's long sword flashed in his hand. While parrying the incoming sword, he also leaped forward and thrust fiercely. His moves were extremely fast and dreamlike.

Daoguo was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated.

Sizzle, and his shoulder was slashed again by "Dragon Capture," blood spurting out.

Dao Guo felt a stinging pain all over his body, and was filled with shock and anger. Although he frantically swung his sword, he lost much of his sharpness.

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Is this all you can go?" He took a step forward, his longsword trembling incessantly like a serpent. "Dongfang Canglong! Although you possess unparalleled swordsmanship, you are limited by this girl's talent and cannot reach the profound state of mind-body unity and being unbound by material things. Your excessive focus on sword intent makes your approach predictable."

Dao Guo saw the white-robed man wave goodbye and watch as a streak of crimson sword light pierced through his own sword energy. He could only retreat repeatedly, unable to utter a single curse.

The three men, Saint King, Zilu, and Yan Hui, were all amazed by the fact that Ren Jianshen's sword moves, though simple, were ingenious and masterful.

Zilu held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, if you obtain the 'Azure Dragon Emperor Sword,' would you be willing to have a match with Mr. Ren?"

Upon hearing this, both the Holy King and Yan Hui glanced at him sideways.

After a long while, the Holy King asked, "Zilu, how much strength do you think Ren Jianshen used?"

Before Zilu could answer, Yan Hui blurted out, "I think it's seven points!"

The Holy King curled his lip, shook his head, and looked at Zilu.

Zilu hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, "Five points~"

The Holy King's gaze sharpened, and he smiled, "Zilu, well said! Your swordsmanship has surprised me quite a bit."

Zilu bowed deeply: "I am not even a fraction as good as Your Majesty!"

The Holy King smiled slightly, observed silently for a moment, and then pointed a finger: "Watch his movements carefully."

Zilu stood up to examine the sword more closely, then suddenly paused, "Mr. Ren's sword is slow?"

"Slow?" The Holy King shook his head and laughed. "It looks slow because his sword aura is already formed. His whole body is ethereal and smoky, and wherever his sword points, everything freezes. No matter how fast that child's sword strikes with his mind, he is nothing more than a flying insect caught in the net of his sword aura. The more fiercely he flutters, the deeper he sinks."

Zilu looked again, and after a moment he suddenly realized: "So that's how it is! When you drew your sword, it wasn't like a wild dance of flowers, but within that single stroke it was like a clear spring, imperceptibly seeping into the most hidden crevices!"

He suddenly paused and looked at the Holy King: "Harmony with the Heavenly Laws?"

The Holy King nodded and smiled, saying calmly, "In accordance with the laws of Heaven."

"It seems so," Zilu sighed, "that even if the Azure Dragon Ancestor were to be resurrected, he would still be no match for the Sword God."

The Holy King remained silent, his heart heavy with sorrow: "Throughout my life I have been quite proud of my martial arts, but seeing this divine sword, I feel as if my Dao heart has been shattered!"

As the three were each lost in their own thoughts, they suddenly heard Dao Guo let out a miserable groan and all looked up.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze was calm. Countless sword threads emerged from his sleeves, half of which suspended the girl in mid-air, while the remaining silk threads pierced the acupoints around her body, turning crimson and crystalline, like burning fire.

"Why would you use a third move to court death?" Ren Shaoyang said slowly.

Dao Guo was filled with fear and struggled to shout, "You, how do you know the third move of the 'Azure Dragon Emperor Sword'?"

Ren Shaoyang didn't answer, but shook his head and said, "Don't move, or you'll be shredded."

Dao Guo was puzzled. Staring at the crimson sword thread, he asked, "You shouldn't know about the third move."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. The 'Azure Dragon Emperor Sword' is a peerless move, but compared to the 'Love That Shakes the City,' it's nothing. You've hidden a self-destructive move in your sword technique to protect your descendants. How petty! It only makes you a laughingstock!"

Ok?
Upon hearing "a love that could topple cities," Dao Guo's expression changed drastically. He endured the pain of the sword threads piercing his body, feeling as if a hundred ants were crawling inside, and stared intently at him.

Suddenly, Daoguo exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

Ren Shaoyang put her down and smiled, "Hmm?"

Dao Guo snorted angrily and said loudly, "Back then, Yun Chang said that there was a white-robed man spying in the void, whose swordsmanship was divine. That must be you."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, removed the sword threads, and said, "Heh, Second Master's strike was truly ruthless."

Dao Guo realized he could move again, though he was still weak. He said coldly, "I have nothing to say about losing to someone who can rival Yun Chang! You may punish me as you see fit."

Ren Shaoyang said, "You can't talk to me, talk to the Holy King."

As they were speaking, the Holy King approached, looking at her with a complex expression, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Ancestor Azure Dragon."

When Daoguo saw him approaching, he brushed aside the stray hairs at his temples and smiled faintly, saying, "It's fate, it's destiny. Come with me." He then turned and left. The Holy King clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ren Shaoyang and immediately took Zilu and Yan Hui with him to give chase.

Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword, glanced back at the cave entrance he had come from, where a cold wind blew and ghostly howls echoed.

The man in the white robe seemed to be deep in thought as his eyes darted around.

Just then, a clanging sound was heard.

Wearing armor, Hongxiu ran over with a grin and shouted, "Crippled man, aren't you impressive?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "You don't mind the dirt?"

"How could that be!" Hongxiu laughed, hands on her hips. "I burned it several times, it's perfectly clean!"

Ding An walked over and chimed in, "Hey cripple, watch us do a magic trick for you!"

"Hey?"

Ren Shaoyang became curious and squatted down, patting his face with both hands to watch them act silly.

"Disperse!" Hongxiu slapped her chest, and the precious armor instantly fell apart.

But these fragments didn't land; instead, they flew towards Ding'an, making a few "chirping" sounds, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed him into a majestic armored warrior.

"Holy crap!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed as he sat up in pain, "Iron Man!"

"Hehe, isn't he handsome?" Hongxiu exclaimed triumphantly, hands on her hips.

"Awesome!" Ren Shaoyang gave a thumbs up. "Absolutely stunning!"

Ding'an's deep, muffled voice came from behind: "Little beggar, could you take your clothes off first? I feel so hot."

Hongxiu shook her finger and laughed, "Don't rush to take them off." Looking back, she said, "A piglet is coming."

Ding An looked at Ren Shaoyang: "Crippled man, what's the skill level of the people who came?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "The level of slaughtering Di Shitian."

"That's not all that great, hehe," Ding An chuckled twice, then suddenly looked up and roared, "I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

Clang!
With his eagle-blade drawn, Ding An leaped into the air, shouting, "Crippled man, little beggar! Give me a hand!"

"okay!"

Ren Shaoyang spread his arms wide, holding the Dragon-Capturing Sword blade as if it were a bowstring.

Ding An's figure landed, and he stomped down hard.

hum!
The dragon-capturing formation bent into an exaggeratedly large circle. Ren Shaoyang braced himself on his horse and said with a smile, "Lü Su".

The eagle blade in Ding'an's hand blazed with intense flames, like a giant torch, and roared up to the dome.

Hongxiu approached Ren Shaoyang with a wicked grin, raising her thumb like a gunner to gauge distance. Suddenly, she focused her energy, raised her palm, and pushed: "Go!"

"boom!"

The gas exploded in a ring, bursting into flames, and Ding'an vanished without a trace in an instant.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu shaded their eyes with their hands and craned their necks to look.

Then they looked at each other and blinked.

Hongxiu said, "Isn't that a bit cruel?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "It's alright. They'll be moving very fast under the Ding'an sword, you won't feel a thing."

“No.” Hongxiu swallowed hard. “I’m worried that Ding’an will destroy the Fuyu Kingdom.”

Ok?
Ah!
Ren Shaoyang froze for a moment, then suddenly took off running: "Hurry up and go!"

"Hey, wait for me!" Hongxiu quickly followed.

On Hidden Dragon Ridge, the sky was just before dawn, the air was cold and the wind was biting. The fierce wind swept through, sounding mournful and desolate, like a hundred ghosts wailing in the night.

As Daiichi Soka led his men in a rapid attack, for some reason, he suddenly felt his heart pounding faster.

Suddenly, someone pointed to the sky and shouted, "Someone's here!"

Everyone stopped and looked up.

The desolate open space on the ridge was deserted, with no dust rising. In the distance, a figure flew up, holding up half of the red sun.

The flames burned the sky, turning the heavens red.

(End of this chapter)