The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1719 - 1747: The 3 Geniuses of the Holy Land

At the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, endless demonic aura kept spreading out. Everyone could clearly feel that violent aura, which could disturb their minds, throw their hearts into chaos. If they were careless for even a moment, they would be affected by all kinds of negative emotions. At this time the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss had yet to fully open, yet its entrance was already packed with people.

At that entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, Martial Artists had all chosen their own spots. Closer to the entrance, they sat and rested, waiting for the Abyss to open, while the few best positions had already been monopolized by people of the Holy Fire Sect.

The Core Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples of the Holy Fire Sect were gathered together, headed by an elder whose cultivation had reached the early Asking stage. This elder was one of the Holy Fire Sect’s elders, and this time he was the one in charge of leading the sect’s Disciples here for tempering.

And from that entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, besides the demonic aura spreading out, there was also an incomparably dense Spiritual Energy surging forth.

The quality of that Spiritual Energy actually surpassed that of any place on the entire Spirit Martial Continent. That Spiritual Energy even showed signs of transforming into Holy Spirit Energy. If one cultivated at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, their cultivation speed could be greatly increased.

Yet the people of the Holy Fire Sect had completely occupied the best spots. This time, the Holy Fire Sect had dispatched all of its Core Disciples, and more than half of its Inner Sect Disciples had come as well. The strongest among them had already reached the peak of Entering Dao.

Everyone watched those people of the Holy Fire Sect with faces full of envy, because they had taken the best positions. But no one dared approach, as if the people of the Holy Fire Sect had already branded those prime spots as their own territory.

Right at this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared not far from the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss—eight in total.

The eight were all very young, none of them looking over a hundred years old. On the backs of each of the eight, there was a Sword Box.

Their auras were completely restrained. After seeing those eight, everyone felt puzzled, because they actually could not sense the cultivation of the eight at all. Yet they did not believe that it was because the eight were too strong, but rather that they possessed some formidable concealment technique.

The one in the lead wore a black long robe, with sword-like brows and starry eyes. In his eyes flickered an incomparably Ling Li gaze. The whole person was like a peerless sharp sword with its edge fully revealed. Yet, everyone still could not see his true cultivation clearly.

The moment those eight appeared, all gazes at the scene gathered onto them. The young man in the lead actually brought the seven others straight toward where the members of the Holy Fire Sect were gathered, causing everyone to knit their brows.

"What are they trying to do? Do they not know that place is the territory of the Holy Fire Sect?" The crowd looked at the black-robed youth in confusion.

They saw the black-robed youth leading seven Martial Artists, flying slowly. In just a short while they arrived in front of the Holy Fire Sect crowd.

The Holy Fire Sect elder had originally been cultivating. When the black-robed youth arrived, he slowly opened his eyes.

The Holy Fire Sect elder was clearly displeased. Staring at the black-robed youth, he asked, "Brat, this is the Holy Fire Sect’s territory. Get lost!"

However, after hearing the Holy Fire Sect elder’s words, the black-robed youth showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he coldly spat out a few words, "Get lost—or die." A few simple words, yet filled with indescribable arrogance and confidence!

"What!" After hearing the black-robed youth’s words, everyone present was stunned, shaken to the core. This was the Holy Fire Sect, yet the black-robed youth actually dared be so overbearing, directly telling them to get lost.

The Holy Fire Sect elder and the Sect’s Disciples were instantly enraged, roaring loudly, "Trash, what the hell are you, to dare tell us—"

"Om~~" In that instant, a sword cry rang out, that sound as if it could tear one’s eardrums apart.

The black-robed youth drew his sword in a flash. A cold-iron Divine Sword slashed out, and a terrifying, icy Sword Intent seemed capable of freezing the very heavens and Space-Time, directly rending open the air. The Space Barrier was instantly torn into a massive rift.

That sword, swift to the extreme, flashed through the Void. Its speed had reached a level beyond imagination.

By the time the crowd reacted, the black-robed youth’s sword had already returned to the Sword Box on his back.

"Puchi~~~" With a sound, blood sprayed wildly, and a head was flung high into the air. The owner of that head was precisely the Holy Fire Sect elder.

"What!" The crowd was shaken. Never in their dreams had they thought that the black-robed youth would be so powerful.

With just a single sword strike, he directly beheaded a Holy Fire Sect elder. The Holy Fire Sect elder did not even have the chance to react.

At this moment, the Disciples of the Holy Fire Sect stared at the black-robed youth in shock, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Y–you... just who are you, to dare kill an elder of our Holy Fire Sect?" a Holy Fire Sect Disciple shouted loudly.

Yet the black-robed youth remained cold and aloof, full of arrogance, replying loudly, "First Seat of the Sword Palace—Jian Wushuang!"

"Sword Palace!" Upon hearing that name, shock appeared in everyone’s eyes, followed by deep reverence. At the same time, Jian Wushuang’s terrifying pressure descended in an instant, his mid- Asking cultivation exploding forth.

At the same time, between his brows, two Dao Patterns surfaced, eight-colored radiance shining down upon everyone present.

A kingly aura poured out, suppressing the people around until their bodies kept trembling, all revealing looks of awe and fear.

"Mid Asking, a Daoist Lord-level powerhouse! So this is the strength of a Holy Land genius?" The crowd was nearly in despair.

They had not expected Jian Wushuang’s strength to be so overwhelmingly powerful. The people of the Holy Fire Sect were instantly annihilated, vanishing without a trace. Everyone was incomparably aghast, having never imagined such a thing would happen.

"Move! Move! Move, make way! These are spots reserved for the honored ones of the Sword Palace, not places we should be occupying!"

As the words fell, the Disciples of the Holy Fire Sect hurriedly retreated in panic. At the same time, two people were hidden in the shadows, watching everything unfold. Those two were none other than Ye Feng and Liu Huayuan.

Liu Huayuan’s expression was extremely unsightly. He had not thought the Sword Palace would be so terrifying. Just a single young Disciple already possessed such horrifying strength; even the former head of the Daoist School might not be a match for Jian Wushuang.

Ye Feng looked at the eight men of the Sword Palace and smiled faintly. "Interesting. They actually dispatched two Proof of Dao powerhouses! The others are all at mid- Asking and above as well..." Amid the crowd, no one noticed Ye Feng and his companion at all.