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

Chapter 521 I only care about money, not people! (Seeking monthly votes!)
"Woo-"

A gentle breeze blows, and the smoke of gunpowder fills the air.

The setting sun pierced the sky and descended upon Canglong Ridge.

Mu Yingxiong's sword intent surged forth, as majestic and steep as a mountain. The intangible sword energy transformed into tangible form, bursting forth from his own center and leaving countless sword marks.

The title of "King of Swords" is well-deserved.

The white-robed swordsman opposite him stood with his sword in hand, his robes fluttering, his expression calm and composed.

The two are in stark opposition.

"Did you put out the fire at Canglong Ridge?" Mu Yingxiong raised his white eyebrows.

Ren Shaoyang calmly replied, "Setting fire to the mountain will land you in jail for life."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yingxiong smiled and said, "You still love to talk nonsense."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "It's a habit, I can't change it."

"You brat!" Mu Yingxiong shook his head helplessly, then said, "I sensed the aura of that old bastard, the Sword Saint."

"Hmm, a new generation of sword saint has been born," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "His name is Long'er, and his future is limitless."

"Is that so?" Mu Yingxiong lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "That's wonderful."

“Yes!” Ren Shaoyang spread his hands. “You have to try your best to survive in my hands, otherwise you won’t be a part of the duel eight years from now.”

Mu Yingxiong raised his head and smiled slightly: "Ren Shaoyang, 'Harmonious Heavenly Law' is a martial art, and every martial art has its flaws. If you think that you will be invincible after mastering this skill, then you are very wrong."

"well said!"

Ren Shaoyang stroked the fiery red sword and laughed, "Anyone can talk big, so show me."

"Alright!" Mu Yingxiong suddenly said, "Be careful!" After saying that, he held his sword and made a thrusting motion, which was extremely powerful, and the sword energy in the world suddenly surged.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "What's the use of such a rigid sword technique?" The sword light flowed and touched the tip of the sword, easily deflecting the incoming sword.

Mu Yingxiong was both amazed by the swordsman's skill and felt a surge of anger. He thought to himself, "This kid is even more arrogant than before! If I don't show some skill today, he will be underestimated."

laugh!
The longsword suddenly thrust out, flashing like thunder and lightning, aimed directly at the white-robed man's chest.

Seeing the sword move swiftly and without warning, Ren Shaoyang swayed and used "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" to lightly place it on the incoming sword, neither thrusting nor parrying.

Although Mu Yingxiong had the upper hand, he felt that it was impossible to push the sword forward any further. However, if he withdrew the sword and changed his stance, it would be even more dangerous. His heart sank and his brows furrowed.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, the tip of his sword darting about, pointing south and north.

In an instant, white robes fluttered, and a long sword blazed like fire, a scene of unparalleled elegance and grace.

Mu Yingxiong felt that no matter how he changed, he could not escape the direction of the five-foot-long sword. He hurriedly poured in his true energy and suddenly thrust out his sword.

"One sword, and you'll be famous!"

The longsword, carrying the force of thunder, pierced through Ren Shaoyang's sword net in an instant and struck his chest.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "The Unfathomable Sword Technique has endless aftertaste. The Great Sword Master is truly a model for all ages!" Amidst his laughter, he flipped his wrist, and the Dragon Capture technique, as light as flowing smoke, floated in.

"The Flowing Wine Sword!"

In the blink of an eye, the two swords became entangled, colliding and rubbing against each other.

A series of clanging sounds filled the air, and dust rose everywhere.

Suddenly, Mu Yingxiong let out a muffled groan, his body flipped backward, and a stream of blood shot out from his left shoulder.

A white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, thrusting his sword again.

Mu Yingxiong retreated swiftly, his long sword swirling in the air.

"earn!"

The dragon in Ren Shaoyang's hand flew away as if struck by a sound, but then he chuckled and pointed with his fingers.

Life is fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, "hiss," Mu Yingxiong's right chest was struck by a finger, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Just then, a flash of red light appeared before my eyes.

The Dragon-Capturing Sword, which had been released from his grasp, flew in a bizarre, unprecedented arc, striking him from below with a whirlwind of power!
Mu Yingxiong roared and risked his life to block with his sword, his arm trembling violently.

In that split second, he could not see anything clearly, but he vaguely felt that a hand as white as jade had grasped the divine sword, and heard a series of crisp sounds like pearls falling onto a jade plate, as if dozens of swords were striking his sword at the same time.

Mu Yingxiong frantically swung his sword to protect himself, then stomped his feet with all his might to use the force to retreat backward.

They retreated for about ten feet, and the terrifying sword light finally disappeared from sight.

When he landed back on the ground, having narrowly escaped death, Mu Yingxiong felt completely exhausted and could no longer muster any strength. His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

He looked down at his body and found several splattered wounds on his shoulder, arm, and calf. Although the sword had not hit any vital organs, it had still seriously injured him.

Mu Yingxiong gasped for breath and struggled to sit up. He saw Ren Shaoyang standing a few feet away with his hands behind his back, looking calm and collected.

"The greatest truths are the simplest, and all methods return to their origin." Mu Yingxiong coughed. "Sword God, I can no longer understand your swordsmanship."

“Twelve years is still too short.” Ren Shaoyang sighed. “Your ‘Heavenless Sword’, Wuming’s ‘Heavenless Sword Realm’, and Long’er’s ‘Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three’ have all not yet reached their time to shine.” He couldn’t help but rub his forehead and smile bitterly. “We still have to wait a few more years.”

Mu Yingxiong sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I'm sorry to have disappointed the Sword God."

Ren Shaoyang quickly waved his hand: "Why say such unlucky things?" He suddenly laughed and said, "I stabbed you a few times, consider it as a way of avenging Ding'an." Then he lowered his arms and strolled to the side, "Let's go."

As the white-robed figure walked away, Mu Yingxiong spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision blurred with stars, and everything around him became indistinct.

He staggered a few steps, muttering to himself, "This swordsmanship, this swordsmanship! It's like traveling through time, always waiting three moves away from me. Every contact sends out an extremely powerful shockwave, severely injuring my internal organs." Mu Yingxiong glanced around at the corpses, his gaze settling on the Great Sun Fruit lying on the ground, a chill running through him: "This Japanese man's martial arts are definitely no less than mine, yet I couldn't withstand a single strike. Just as the Sword God said, if one's essence, energy, and spirit are 'disharmony,' facing him means certain defeat!"

"Harmony!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and the sunlight shone on the broken earth.

Mu Yingxiong, dressed in white, looked desolate and pondered, "How can I break the Sword God's 'Way of Harmony'?"
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"Little beggar, your armor is broken!"

Bald Ding'an squatted on the ground, pointing at the fragments of the "Destroyer Armor," and said with a mournful face.

Surprisingly, Hongxiu didn't curse. Instead, she sat cross-legged, pinching her chin and lost in thought.

Seeing her like this, Ding'an panicked even more: "Don't stay silent, or you'll beat me up?"

Why would I hit you?

"I've ruined the armor!"

Did you do this?

"Uh..." Ding An was speechless, rubbing his bald head. "It was ruined by an old man in white." Pointing at Ren Shaoyang, "That cripple helped me get revenge!"

"Then why did he hit you?" Hongxiu said nonchalantly, then asked, "How many sword strikes did he make?"

"Seven Swords!"

"Hmm~!" Hongxiu nodded. "It seems there are seven gaps." She looked at Ding'an. "Bald monk, can you remember which seven?"

"Sure!" Ding An readily agreed, then added somewhat dejectedly, "Don't call me a bald monk."

"Hmph, I didn't beat you up even though your armor is shattered like this, so what's wrong with calling you a 'bald monk'?"

"You just said you weren't blaming me?"

"This heroine goes back on her word, is this the first time you've met her?" Hongxiu elbowed him.

Ding'an quickly curled up and turned his back to meet him.

when!
A metallic clang rang out, and Ding'an chuckled, "It doesn't hurt!"

"Hey, you bald old turtle, you dare mess with me?" Seeing that he was going too far, Hongxiu immediately rolled up her sleeves and kicked him in the butt.

Ding'an cried out "Ouch!" and took flight, bouncing a few times before landing in the woods.

On a cliff by the sea.

Two figures stood side by side.

One man, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, carried a sword and had his hair tied up; the other, dressed in a white robe, had his hands behind his back and exuded elegance.

The sea breeze blew, making their clothes flutter loudly. After the dust settled, they were both speechless.

From the distant horizon, a high-pitched and melodious tune drifted in, gentle and pleasing to the ear.

Zilu was sitting cross-legged, playing the zither, while Yan Hui stood quietly guarding him.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the distant white clouds and the clear blue sky, and chuckled softly, "All done?"

The Holy King smiled, then laughed loudly, and finally roared with laughter: "That's enough!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "What about the Dao Fruit?"

The Holy King said, "The Holy Maiden Daoguo is well. She and Duanming will continue to guard the Hidden Dragon Cave."

"A saintess?" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "You bestowed that title upon her?"

The Holy King said in a deep voice, "Yes!" He explained, "Dao Fruit gave me the manual for the 'Azure Dragon Emperor Sword'." As he spoke, he handed over the manual.

Ren Shaoyang took it and casually said as he flipped through it, "Why didn't you take her 'Azure Dragon Relic'?"

"I can not."

"Don't dare?" Ren Shaoyang looked up at him.

The Holy King smiled and said calmly, "Mr. Ren doesn't want her to die, and I don't want to die either."

Ren Shaoyang grunted and turned to the last page, only to find that the third move had indeed been torn off. He turned his head and asked, "You tore this off?"

"It was torn by Daoguo."

"Ha!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "Every sip and every bite, it's truly fate." He handed the manual to the Holy King. "The third move is gone. With your abilities, creating your own shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The Holy King looked at the manual before him, pondered for a moment, and then smiled as he accepted it: "I may."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Ren Shaoyang turned and walked down the mountain, laughing, "Is all the treasure loaded onto the ship?"

“It’s all set up,” the Holy King replied, then suddenly called out tentatively, “Sword God Ren, would you like to invest?”

The man in the white robe paused, turned around, and asked, "What kind of investment?"

The sage king laughed and said, "Have you not heard that Lü Buwei is a rare commodity worth hoarding?"

"Oh!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in realization, "You want me to invest in your emperor's dream?"

"Exactly!"

"Forget it." Ren Shaoyang turned and left, his voice drifting on the wind, "I only care about money, not people. If you dare shortchange me by a single penny, watch out, Hongxiu will come after you!"

(End of this chapter)