Volume Three: The Ten Directions of the Dao Chapter 103: The Terrifying Disciple of the Sword Sect

Wu Jian, a former disciple of the Sword Sect, had entered an ancient ruin six months ago and had since vanished without a trace.

The Sword Sect disciples had been investigating his disappearance, hoping to determine whether he was alive or dead. Unexpectedly, he reemerged on his own.

His return was one matter, but the fact that he immediately launched a covert attack on Ao Tian was deeply unsettling.

His hair wildly whipping in the air, clad in a blood-red robe, his thick eyebrows sharp and enchanting, an overwhelming aura of demonic energy radiated from him.

Most notably, his presence reached the very peak of the Profound Realm.

The appearance of such a top-tier expert within the Sword Sect should have been a cause for great excitement. Yet, at this moment, no one felt uplifted.

Several figures stepped forward from the crowd, all supporters of Ao Tian, angrily shouting, “Wu Jian, what do you mean by ambushing Senior Brother Ao Tian?”

“Do you even respect the rules of the sect?”

Wu Jian remained unmoved, slowly descending to the ground with a cold sneer. “Rules?”

“Weaklings have no right to speak of rules to me.”

The expressions of several Sword Sect elders darkened abruptly. “This is bad.”

But it was already too late. With a mere flick of his finger, the heads of several elders were severed instantly.

What had started as a contest had now escalated into an internal conflict within the Sword Sect. No one intended to leave; everyone wanted to see how this would unfold.

Such a melodramatic scene was something they had only seen in television dramas before—never in reality—and no one wanted to miss the spectacle before them.

Wu Jian’s eyes gleamed with a deep crimson hue, a clear sign of demonic possession. Yet, strangely, he remained lucid even after succumbing to this state. Wang Qian, unmoving, fell into deep contemplation.

“Hmph, you old fossils only have eyes for Ao Tian. Today, I will prove that I am no less than him,” Wu Jian declared fiercely, glaring at the Sword Sect elders. “What are you staring at? Keep looking if you dare, and I’ll chop you down!”

The elderly men trembled with rage, but the chasm in their strength was too vast; none dared to retaliate.

Bang!

From within the mountainous cave, Ao Tian suddenly flew out, blood staining his body as a frigid killing intent surrounded him.

Sword intent surged wildly, leaving the martial artists dumbfounded.

Damn, so formidable—like ten thousand swords ringing out simultaneously.

Had Ao Tian’s power broken through?

They looked closely and realized his aura had not increased in magnitude. It seemed he had merely advanced in his understanding of the sword path.

Wu Jian? Only then did Ao Tian clearly recognize his would-be assailant. He was baffled and confused. “Why?”

Ha ha ha—

“Why? Ao Tian, don’t feign ignorance. We are all disciples of the Sword Sect. Why is it that you receive all the resources, while I am left to drink soup at the back? Sometimes you even hypocritically distribute various pills to us juniors. Do you know how disgusting that makes me feel?”

“Why am I not the one receiving all these resources to distribute to you?”

“Yes, I am the Sword Sect’s number one genius. In the future, I will lead the Sword Sect to conquer the entire Ancient Martial World and become its supreme overlord.”

Wu Jian’s declaration caused everyone’s expressions to darken, especially those of the Sword Sect elders.

Ambition is commendable, but to voice such grandiose plans in this setting—what does it mean for the honor of the Sword Sect?

After all, representatives from all the major factions of the Ancient Martial World were present. How would this end now?

“Traitor! Such nonsense! Get down immediately!”

“Old man, enough of your useless prattle! I’ve had enough of you. Keep whining, and I swear I’ll kill you right here. Believe it or not?”

Ao Tian shook his head as he faced the elders. “Let me handle this!”

The Sword of Immortal Execution was drawn from its sheath, and countless shadows appeared in the sky, spreading across the heavens.

Wu Jian stood firmly in place, a sinister smile curling on his lips. Suddenly, his arm extended, and a massive demonic hand materialized in the air, reaching out toward the void.

“The Great Demonic Hand of the Three-Eyed Demon King! Wu Jian has actually inherited the legacy of the Three-Eyed Demon King!” gasps of astonishment broke out.

Originally, this was perceived as an internal Sword Sect matter, but now it was different. The Three-Eyed Demon King had once slain numerous masters from several major factions and massacred countless others within the ancient ruins.

The Great Demonic Hand suddenly grasped, dispersing all the shadows except one—the true form of Ao Tian.

With a cold snort, the demonic hand reached out again.

Slash!

The Great Demonic Hand advanced relentlessly, sword intents striking it continuously, but its momentum remained undiminished. It struck Ao Tian with tremendous force.

Pfft!

Ao Tian was knocked back, blood spurting forth. His once rosy face drained pale once more. Having just engaged in a fierce battle with Qin Yang, his internal energy was heavily depleted. Facing Wu Jian at his peak, he lacked confidence.

“Ao Tian!”

“Senior Brother Ao Tian!”

Shouts of alarm and worry rang out. Ao Tian shook his head, furrowed his brow, gritted his teeth, and his aura surged upward once more.

This move had been used against Qin Yang. Now, it was all he could muster, and if he failed to kill Wu Jian with it, considering Wu Jian’s demonic state, today’s matter would surely end in disaster.

“Heh, haven’t you just used that move? Dragging your crippled body to try again?”

“I wonder how long it will take you to recover after this.”

Wu Jian sneered mockingly.

“Hmph, as long as I can kill you, it will all be worth it.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Wu Jian vanished in an instant, then with a single punch blasted Ao Tian away, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. Seeing Ao Tian’s flagging aura, he advanced step by step.

The expressions of the Sword Sect’s top experts shifted dramatically as they rushed to intervene.

“Get lost!”

A fierce shout echoed, and a black beam of light appeared in midair. Anyone touched by the black beam suffered their bodies rotting away.

Hiss!

“So ferocious!”

“Damn, is this guy even human? Can’t the top experts deal with him?”

“This guy must be trying to ride on Ao Tian’s name. After all, Ao Tian is already formidable. Defeating him would secure the title of the young generation’s number one expert—even the older generation would dare not challenge his sharpness.”

On the high platform, everyone pondered whether to intervene and help the Sword Sect eliminate Wu Jian.

If Wu Jian genuinely pledged allegiance to the Sword Sect, it would cause a tremendous shift in the Ancient Martial World’s power balance. Moreover, his ambition was boundless and openly declared.

Formidable power, overwhelming ambition.

Everyone fell silent, choosing to mind their own business or unite to kill him.

This was a very serious matter.

After deliberation, all prepared to coordinate his extermination. If he was not killed, he would become a second Three-Eyed Demon King—perhaps even more terrifying.

“Finished your discussion?” Wu Jian looked at the dozen or so who stepped forward, expressionless. “In truth, no matter who stands up, the outcome will be the same.”

“You bunch of old relics stuck in the early and mid Profound Realm for decades, and you dare embarrass yourselves?”

He then unleashed the brutal power of a demonic cultivator, his blood-red robe swirling violently, instantly sending these men flying.

Not a single person in the entire hall managed to resist. Faces paled.

Ten minutes later, the ground was strewn with agonized moans. Wu Jian paid no heed, even admitting he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation. He watched as Ao Tian suddenly acted.

“Ao Tian, your era has ended. My era has arrived—a brand new era, a terrifying era.”

“All shall bow beneath my feet, Wu Jian’s feet.”