Chapter 1618 - 16: The Han Jian Sword’s Tragedy (Part 1) [2-in-1]_4

Chapter 1618: Chapter 16: The Han Jian Sword’s Tragedy (Part 1) [2-in-1]_4

"Even Gu Changhan himself..."

Worry filled Dongfang Sansan’s eyes: "That little girl Yan Beihan, can she really plot so meticulously? Such methods?!"

...

At this moment, far away in the martial arts field of the Hanjian Mountain Sect.

A fierce battle between dragons and tigers was unfolding.

Fellow disciples fighting, meeting life and death.

Both sides had countless people watching.

On the high ground, Gu Changhan sat on a chair with a gloomy expression as if about to explode, surrounded by three elders, five mountain gate protectors, and a group of core disciples from various generations.

Leading the other side was a woman.

It was indeed Yan Beihan.

Yan Beihan stood on the high ground with a tall and slender figure, hands behind her back, dressed in a red large cloak, fluttering in the wind.

The north wind howled, and the autumn colors stretched unending.

Yet that red cloak, fluttering and dancing in the wind, added an unerasable brilliance to the mountain full of autumn colors, as if spreading a flame of red to the end of the world.

Under the large cloak was a black dress, with a green jade belt encircling her waist; on the jade belt, a pale purple silk scarf, revealing only a corner.

A head of dark hair was tied up by a Hei Yao hairpin, revealing a flawless and peerlessly beautiful face.

The dark hair fluttered behind her.

No expression was on her face.

Although she was a woman with a graceful figure, no one noticed this side of her femininity.

Nor did anyone dare to admire it.

Because just by standing here with her hands behind her back, she embodied dignity and majesty, her aura naturally linked intimately with heaven and earth.

Like a ruler high above, regal and indifferent, overlooking the mortal realm and the world!

To Yan Beihan’s left was Bi Yunyan, and to her right, Feng Xue.

The three peerlessly beautiful women, like standing in Cloud City.

In front, a woman in black sat before a desk with paper and pen, recording at any time.

She was a new recruit under Yan Beihan.

Serving as a scribe for the Hongfen Army, Zhou Mei’er.

The Hongfen Army expanded, with girls from the Weiwo Sect Headquarters eagerly signing up, and Zhou Mei’er stood out in appearance, ability, and calmness.

Yan Beihan noticed her with a single glance.

The Sect Leader of the Hanjian Mountain Sect, Ji Changyan, sat on the throne, also watching this battle. Yet he gave the impression of being like Yan Beihan’s servant.

In the battlefield, a sword sounded with a clang, and for a moment the sword’s light was brilliant, the Sword Qi soaring to the sky.

A person spun, fresh blood spurting continuously from their body, staggering back. Finally, they fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

Sadness appeared on Gu Changhan’s gaunt face.

His disciple on his side had been defeated.

Defeat meant death!

"Next round!"

The two serving as referees in the field raised their flags and shouted.

"No need!"

Gu Changhan suddenly stood up, his eyes focused on Yan Beihan’s face across from him: "Eldest Lady Yan, our side concedes."

"Great Elder!"

Countless people behind Gu Changhan looked at him in disbelief.

"Enough."

Gu Changhan closed his eyes: "Seven days, countless battles; in the first five days, we had both wins and losses; but in the last two days, our defeat was like a landslide, not a single victory! Even when the opponents’ combat power was almost equal or even weaker than yours, they could still win against you, don’t you understand?"

Opposite, Yan Beihan’s face showed no expression, she said indifferently: "Elder Gu, there are still two hundred rounds left untaken. You have very large chances still, is it not too early to concede now?"

She spoke leisurely: "Taking back the Hanjian Mountain Sect is not an impossible task. Even with you, Elder Gu, the number one expert of the Hanjian Mountain Sect, holding the fort, are you really retreating without a fight? It’s truly surprising to me."

She was dignified and composed, but her words, each like a dagger: "Your entire mountain gate’s heritage, the ancestral tablets, the foundation’s burial grounds... just abandoned like this?"