Chapter 1213 - 1216: Swear Loyalty to Me and Be Spared

What powerful Sword Qi!

Everyone couldn't help but marvel in their hearts. Even Gu Feng, being the fourth elder of the Mingjian Pavilion, rarely had the opportunity to witness the Third Sword of the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords.

Not to mention the other disciples and those from other sects; it was impossible for them to have seen it.

Elder Shangjian's understanding of this Third Sword has become increasingly formidable. I remember ten years ago when he used this move; it wasn't nearly as powerful?

Gu Feng silently lamented in his heart, blaming himself for only mastering the First Sword of the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords.

If not for that, his name might already have the character "Sword" in it, much like the Third Elder Duanjian, who was bestowed the name Duanjian by the Pavilion Master for mastering the Second Sword.

In Mingjian Pavilion, there are more than ten elders, each with impressive strength, with the weakest still being a peak Seventh Grade expert.

However, only three elders have been bestowed names with the character "Sword" by the Pavilion Master, marking a sort of watershed with Gu Feng.

So, seeing Shangjian use the Third Sword of the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords once again, Gu Feng felt immensely excited.

Although he hadn't yet mastered the Second Sword, it didn't prevent him from learning the Third Sword.

What if...?

What if, by some accident, he comprehended the Third Sword?

Facing the absolute power of the Third Sword wielded by Shangjian, Yun Hao remained calm and composed, showing no change in expression, as if unaware of the danger hidden within the opponent's sword move.

When the bloody Sword Light was less than five meters from Yun Hao, he finally moved, lifting his right hand to point towards the Sword Qi.

A stream of grey Immortal Yuan shot out from Yun Hao's finger, directly colliding with the bloody Sword Qi.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, shaking everyone as if their eardrums were about to burst, prompting them to subconsciously cover their ears.

The bloody Sword Qi seemed to be caught in a storm, instantly dispersed.

In a blink, the once intensely dense bloody Sword Qi scattered, disappearing from view like dust in the wind.

As the bloody Sword Qi dissipated, Shangjian was forced to retreat continuously.

Shangjian turned his longsword vertically, piercing it into the ground, bending one knee, half-kneeling.

Whoosh!

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Shangjian's mouth. Instantly, his demeanor became utterly desolate, resembling someone who might collapse with a slight breeze.

Defeat...

Their last hope also failed, and they failed so thoroughly.

The most powerful among them couldn't withstand a single move from Yun Hao, even after deploying his strongest technique.

This horrifying realization left everyone in disbelief, hesitant to acknowledge it even after witnessing Shangjian being severely injured.

"Your sword technique is too superficial. Just dyeing your Sword Qi in blood doesn't make it successful!" Yun Hao glanced around at everyone present, and no one dared to meet his gaze. Finally, his eyes settled on the heavily injured Shangjian as he spoke indifferently.

"You... You know our Mingjian Pavilion's Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords?" Shangjian, overwhelmed with emotion, spoke up before coughing another mouthful of blood, his attention entirely on Yun Hao.

When he had originally mastered the Third Sword, the Pavilion Master had told him that it wasn't practiced correctly, that even if he succeeded in practicing it, it was only the initial mastery.

He had thought that, after years of research and comprehension, he had completely mastered the Third Sword.

Yet, unexpectedly, he hears these words again from Yun Hao, echoing what the Pavilion Master had said before.

Even though Yun Hao was an enemy, Shangjian believed that with Yun Hao's cultivation and insight, he wouldn't deceive him nor needed to.

"Your Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords… I do not know them. I just see many flaws in your sword move. If you can fully comprehend and master this sword, I believe your combat power would be at least five times what it is now!"

Under the expectant gaze of Shangjian and the others, Yun Hao slowly shook his head, explaining softly like a teacher instructing students.

Boom!

Five times stronger?

Shangjian was already very powerful. If increased fivefold, how terrifying would that be?

Yet even so, no one believed Shangjian would be a match for Yun Hao.

"Now, I give you both an opportunity: pledge allegiance to me from now on, and I will teach you swordsmanship. Though not the sword techniques of your Mingjian Pavilion, you should trust that my teachings would be mightier and fiercer than your Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords!"

Yun Hao pointed at Shangjian and Gu Feng, speaking in a calm tone, not the usual demeanor when recruiting followers or subordinates.

To think the second and fourth elders of the top sect would swear allegiance to you...

Oh my goodness, this is causing a scene!

For some reason, though everyone thought Yun Hao was stirring things up, at that moment, a thought emerged: if they could swear allegiance to Yun Hao and learn swordsmanship from him, they might soon become extremely powerful experts.

Thus, many people were eager, hoping Yun Hao would extend that invitation to them; they would accept without hesitation.

But little did they consider, does Yun Hao casually accept people as subordinates?

Not at all!

Yun Hao has conditions for accepting followers; either possessing talent and strength, like Shangjian and Gu Feng, or like Qing Luan and A Yun, possessing exceptional beauty and considerable strength.

Or more bluntly, in Yun Hao's eyes, ordinary disciples weren't even qualified to be taken as servants.

For Yun Hao's words, Shangjian and Gu Feng were stunned, exchanging glances.

They were prestigious figures; to pledge allegiance felt worse than death.

Yet within Gu Feng's heart, a seedling suddenly thrust through the soil, quickly growing robust.

If he could pledge allegiance to Yun Hao, he could learn more profound swordsmanship. His cultivation had stagnated at half-step Eighth Grade for over ten years.

Now, an opportunity presents itself: either he advances to the Eighth Grade but loses face and dignity.

Or he refuses the chance, remaining at half-step Eighth Grade or directly meeting death by Yun Hao's hand.