Chapter 650 541: The Name of the Cold Sun Sword Immortal

Pei Yuhang looked up, his eyes glinting with a formidable Sword Intent.

...

「Deep within the Stone Gate.」

Yu Xiaoyan sensed the surging Sword Qi from outside and knew a powerful enemy had arrived.

She gritted her teeth and was about to get up to help her Master, but Shang Miaoyan blocked her way.

"Are you trying to stop me from helping Master?"

"No. I'm stopping you from causing trouble for Xiaohan."

Shang Miaoyan quietly watched Yu Xiaoyan and said softly,

"Xiaohan... is more exceptional than anyone. He is more than capable of handling an opponent like this. I don't want you to go over there and become a burden."

...

「Outside.」

Sect Leader Zhang frowned slightly, watching Pei Yuhang stand perfectly still within his Sword Gang Domain.

His Sword Intent had already reached the Extreme Realm. This was a power rooted in Intentional Rhythm. Ordinary Cultivators of the same level would find their own power diminished by a third before a single blow was exchanged, purely due to the gap in their Intentional Rhythm.

Take Yao Feng beside him, for instance. He was also a Sword Cultivator, but under the pressure of Zhang's Sword Intent, his face was already flushed, and he could barely stand.

But this guy in front of him...

...remained poised in his white robes, his expression unchanged. Not even the hem of his clothing had been stirred in the slightest by the Sword Intent.

"You..."

Sect Leader Zhang's voice was low, laced with a trace of disbelief. "You... have also reached the Extreme Realm in the Sword Dao?"

"The world's strongest Sword Cultivators are supposed to be at the Dragon Roar Sword Sect, but you claim to be a disciple of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect..."

Pei Yuhang's gaze softened. He let out a light sigh, his voice as faint as a clear breeze.

"So that's how it is. After Liyuan was gravely injured by heavenly lightning and I went into a brief seclusion, the name of the Cold Sun Sword Immortal has been forgotten."

'Cold Sun Sword Immortal?'

Sect Leader Zhang's pupils contracted. He felt that title was incredibly familiar.

But he had no time to ponder it now. The blood mist could spread over at any moment. Time was short—he had to end this quickly!

"Hmph! I don't care who you are! Eat my blade!"

With a furious roar, Sect Leader Zhang's blade hummed. The sound of a tiger's roar and rolling thunder boomed as the light from his blade shot out like a bolt of silk in a horizontal slash!

Though his Cultivation was suppressed to the Early-stage Golden Core, this single slash carried the might of the Late-stage Golden Core!

Before the blade's light even arrived, the force of the attack had already torn up the ground, sending stone fragments flying!

And yet, Pei Yuhang merely lifted his gaze.

SHIIING—

The Silent Sword was drawn inch by inch, its cold light flaring to life.

In an instant, a tsunami of Sword Qi erupted from the sheath. Like a raging tempest, it swept forward and instantly crushed the light of the slash!

"What?!"

Sect Leader Zhang's face fell. He felt like a man in a lone boat facing a monstrous wave, as insignificant as an ant!

The Sword Intent before him was a vast, boundless ocean!

His once-invincible Sword Qi melted away in an instant, like snow under a blazing sun!

When Yao Feng and the other Cultivators opened their eyes again, all they saw was a severed hand, still gripping a blade, slam onto the ground.

They all took a step back in terror.

Sect Leader Zhang, known as the strongest Loose Cultivator... had been defeated in a single strike!

'Just who in the world was this White-clothed Sword Cultivator?!'

Sect Leader Zhang clutched his bleeding stump and staggered backward.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Because your corpse would become nourishment for the blood mist, making it stronger.

My instincts tell me that if we fight amongst ourselves, allowing the experts of the Human Race to fall, it will only benefit the mastermind behind all this.

That's why I only took your dominant hand, as a punishment."

Pei Yuhang calmly sheathed his sword, causing Sect Leader Zhang to lower his head in shame.

"Cold Sun Sword Immortal... I finally remember now. It was you. You were the White-clothed Sword Immortal who single-handedly defeated every Sword Cultivator in the Dragon Roar Sword Sect.

I saw you back then, sitting in the specially invited Elder's section... To think that you've now surpassed an old man like me by so much."

Sect Leader Zhang shook his head. After giving Pei Yuhang a respectful bow, he departed in silence.

Seeing that Pei Yuhang wasn't going to hold him accountable, Yao Feng was secretly delighted and made to follow.

"Wait."

Pei Yuhang suddenly called out.

Sect Leader Zhang and Yao Feng turned back at the same time. A line of blood as thin as a silk thread appeared on Yao Feng's neck.

He reached up in shock to touch his neck, and the light vanished from his eyes.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground, and Sect Leader Zhang's breath caught in his throat.

"Take his body with you. Don't leave it here."