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Suddenly, from among the disciples, came ear-piercing sounds, like a carriage tire leaking air.

The Taoist with scars on his face clutched his throat tightly, his eyes staring dead ahead, almost popping out of his head.

From the back of his throat, half a snow-bright sword edge protruded.

Blue points of light flashed on that sword edge, flying about like fireflies.

Not just the scar-faced Taoist, but several other fiercely shouting disciples met the same grim fate.

Their throats were pierced unexpectedly by the sword edge, cutting their vocal cords and throats, unable to even scream.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, everyone quickly turned around.

They observed their surroundings anxiously, as if they had suddenly seen a ghost.

At this moment, Liu Chan's calm voice reached each person's ears.

"With the Qing Xu Sword in my hand, I am the next Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. Who else is unconvinced?"

Everyone was shocked, only then seeing the constellation of blue light floating in the air.

Remembering the magical properties of the Qing Xu Sword, they couldn't help but be frightened, their souls scattered.

"My god, could this be... the Qing Xu Sword Domain!"

"This is indeed the divine skill of the Qing Xu Sword Domain; I've seen Master himself display it."

"It's true; Master has passed the Qing Xu Sword to Senior Sister Liu Chan, and she is now the Sect Master."

...

Yang Fei nodded silently in the void; although Liu Chan's method of subjugation was immature, it was very decisive.

She simply and brutally eliminated opponents; even though many issues would arise later, she at least quelled the current situation.

The disciples saw the Jian Xu dead, and Liu Chan had obtained the Qing Xu Sword.

Witnessing her display of the Qing Xu Sword Domain, they dared not act rudely any longer.

Liu Chan said calmly, "Master tasked me with leading the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, revitalizing our sect."

"If anyone thinks I am unsuitable, you can come forward and compete for leadership in a duel with me."

Silence ensued among the disciples.

Everyone realized that this seemingly gentle and quiet little junior sister was not as weak and kind-hearted as they imagined.

Just moments ago, she silently dealt with four or five opponents, showing her ruthlessness.

Moreover, with the Qing Xu Sword in her hand and everyone within the Qing Xu Sword Domain, who dared challenge her?

In the silence, someone finally knelt down.

"Greetings to the Sect Master, the disciple is willing to submit."

A flurry of activity erupted in the crowd.

Under Liu Chan's cold murderous pressure, once someone started, the solemn atmosphere immediately collapsed.

Many disciples followed suit, kneeling in droves.

Thus, Liu Chan became the second-generation Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, possessing the Qing Xu Sword and the Heavenly Secret Sword, two peerless divine weapons.

Even Yang Fei hadn't anticipated that this visit to the sect would result in a change of Sect Master – truly unexpected.

Once Liu Chan stabilized the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Yang Fei bid her farewell with Susu.

They planned to return to Capital City and reunite with Long Xiaoshuai and others.

Although Liu Chan was somewhat reluctant, she had just taken over as sect leader, and much needed rebuilding.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect harbored many disciples with ulterior motives, poised for action, requiring rectification.

So Liu Chan and Yang Fei agreed to meet in three months at the Yinxue Tower.

Yang Fei and Susu descended Mount Emei, traveling along Bashu, enjoying the scenery between the two gorges.

They didn't take a formal passenger liner but rented a private small boat, cruising downriver.

The passenger liner was too noisy, providing no benefit for Yang Fei and Susu's cultivation.

Though the private boat was small, it offered peace, allowing Yang Fei and Susu to meditate and cultivate in the cabin at night.

The majestic and beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges, along with the Yangtze River, certainly one of Huaxia's largest dragon veins.

The Spiritual Energy along the Yangtze River was extremely rich and exuberant, greatly benefiting Yang Fei and Susu's cultivation.

Yang Fei cultivated the Heaven and Earth Myriad Phenomena Art, refining the Hammer of the Thunder God, then gradually repairing the God-slaying Sword.

Yang Fei didn't bring any magic artifacts from the True Martial Realm, choosing not to rely on external objects to enhance his divine skills.

The path of cultivation involves contending with heaven; should there be any complacency, one can never attain the Great Dao.

Yang Fei deeply understood Emperor Tian's dreadfulness; without achieving the Great Dao, he could not contend with him, nor rescue his adoptive father.

Thus, before reaching Great Perfection in the Nine Extremes, Yang Fei also cultivated the Six Divine Powers.

Among the Six Divine Powers, the Hammer of the Thunder God belongs to the Power of Myriad Realms, while the God-slaying Sword pertains to the power of the Asura Sword God.

The other divine powers also belong to one of the Nine Realms Divine Power.

That night, Yang Fei was on the deck meditating, while Susu rested in the cabin.

At that moment, Yang Fei suddenly felt an immense crisis, Turtle Extreme rapidly rotating, emitting piercing warnings.

His heart tensed as he stood up and opened his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, as if lightning sparked in the void, a brilliantly dazzling light flickered.

This was the Thunder Eye, capable of breaking all illusions, discerning any formation or Eye-Blocking Technique.

In this instant, Yang Fei saw clearly.

On the vast river surface, three old Taoists stood in the air.

Half hidden in clouds and mist, the three old Taoists stood low in the air, looking at Yang Fei expressionlessly.

The three old Taoists, clad in gray robes with large sleeves, exuded extraordinary demeanor.

Clouds and mist formed a dragon and phoenix entwining shape, surrounding the trio, like legendary immortals.

One of the old Taoists greeted Yang Fei from afar.

"May I ask if you are Master Yang's disciple? Please come up for a chat."

Realizing he couldn't evade, Yang Fei saw the distinguished demeanor of the three and knew it was unavoidable.

He formed a spell seal, enveloping his body in Vital Energy, forming a mist, lifting him upwards into the air.

Seeing Yang Fei sitting cross-legged on the clouds and mist, ascending with lightning flashing in his eyes, the faces of the three old Taoists turned solemn.

One old Taoist stepped forward, blocking Yang Fei's path.

"Greetings, Master Yang. I am Zhang Zhenglin from Dragon Tiger Mountain. I wonder, what did my Fifth Junior Brother Zhang Zhengde do to offend you?"

"Why did Master Yang ruthlessly strike him down, shattering his soul, causing him to fall at the golden peak of Mount Emei?"

Zhang Zhenglin's voice was exceptionally slow, devoid of any trace of smoke.

Yet Yang Fei detected the hidden murderous intent and resentment in his tone.

Yang Fei surveyed the three old Taoists.

Their ages ranged from fifty to sixty, with the appearance of immortals, each possessing clear eyes and peaceful faces.

Their cultivation was similar to Zhang Zhengde's, approximately at the Early Stage of Core Formation, remarkable among Earth's cultivation realm.

Yang Fei harbored no favorable impressions of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Those he encountered from Zhang Zhengchang downwards were all unsavory characters.

As for Zhang Zhengde, being vanquished during a duel was commonplace.

In the realm of martial duels, it's either you or me, should he let Zhang Zhengde slaughter him?

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