Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Jiang Ting Actually Struck Qin Fei?

The Qingyang Burning Heavens Sword Formation is the first killing formation of the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Under this formation, one can draw upon Earth Veins Spiritual Energy, gather the power of the sun, moon, and stars, and also channel the untold strength of countless Qingyang Sword Sect members on Qingyang Mountain, making the entire formation unleash unimaginable power.

The reason why the Qingyang Sword Sect has stood strong for thousands of years is largely due to the protection of this formation.

You see, over endless ages, the Qingyang Sword Sect has faced several major calamities; each time, they turned danger into safety thanks to this sword formation.

This formation shouldn’t be activated lightly.

Yet, Jiang Qitian actually wants to activate it to kill Xiao Yang and the others.

This shocked everyone in the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Even the elders of the Qingyang Sword Sect found it hard to believe.

To capture Xiao Yang and the others, there was no need to use this killing formation.

Once activated, even a Sword Saint would suffer.

At this moment, Jiang Qitian, wielding the Qingyang Sword, was invincible beneath the Holy Realm and could contend with those above it.

If he were to add the Qingyang Burning Heavens Sword Formation, he would dare to chop down even those in the Holy Realm.

“Boom…”

At this moment, atop Qingyang Mountain, the world quickly darkened, and a bolt of lightning erupted from the sky.

An aura of terrifying destruction spread from the summit of Qingyang Mountain.

Jiang Qitian, holding the Qingyang Sword, was enveloped in sword light.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, his long hair danced as he slowly rose from the Cloud Platform.

“This…”

Everyone present was stunned, watching this scene in shock.

Now, the sky was filled with Qingyang Sword Sect disciples stepping on flying swords.

Xiao Yang observed this scene but remained unfazed.

At that moment, even Chen Taixu couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Long Chen, too, dared not be careless, his sword qi surging all around.

He fixed his gaze firmly on Jiang Qitian, who was ascending to the heavens.

He wished he could tear Jiang Qitian apart.

The guests who had come to observe quickly retreated.

Ye Ling’er tried to step forward but was stopped by Xiao Yang’s voice transmission.

Ye Ling’er and Chu Guixi were both pieces on his chessboard; they would find great use in the future.

He didn’t want to reveal these pieces so soon.

Ye Ling’er stepped back.

Chu Guixi looked at Xiao Yang with a complicated expression.

On the square, the three thousand disciples quickly withdrew under the leadership of other elders from the Qingyang Sword Sect.

At this moment, the figures stepping on flying swords in the sky erupted with dazzling sword radiance.

Powerful auras converged upon Jiang Qitian.

Xiao Yang looked up.

At this point, Jiang Qitian was immensely powerful.

The Qingyang Sword in his hand emitted brilliant sword light.

In that moment, the person and sword above seemed to be the only ones in this world.

Without a doubt, this was a power that surpassed the Holy Realm.

Everyone was filled with dread.

Xiao Yang was exceptionally familiar with the true Qingyang Burning Heavens Sword Formation.

In his previous life, he had activated this sword formation to battle against the invading Demon Sect, driving their assault back directly.

If it hadn’t been for Qin Fei’s underhanded interference, sabotaging the Qingyang Burning Heavens Sword Formation, the Demon Sect would have never breached the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Qin Fei led the demonic fiends and wiped out everyone in the Qingyang Sword Sect, including those low-level disciples without any substantial cultivation—leaving not a single one alive.

“Jiang Qitian, are you really going to kill everyone to silence them?”

Long Chen shouted toward the figure of Jiang Qitian in the sky.

“Dad, don’t!”

Jiang Ting exclaimed frantically toward Jiang Qitian.

She was well aware of the formation’s might; once it was activated, Xiao Yang’s life would hang in the balance.

“Junior Sister, don’t go over…”

Qin Fei dragged Jiang Ting back.

As a Half Saint, Jiang Ting couldn’t escape his grasp no matter how hard she struggled.

“Get out of my way!”

Jiang Ting shouted angrily at Qin Fei.

“No way…”

Qin Fei held onto Jiang Ting tightly, moving her toward the edge of the square.

“I said, let me go!”

Jiang Ting yelled.

Qin Fei not only didn’t release her but grasped her even tighter.

“Slap!”

The crisp sound of a slap echoed.

“Hmm?”

Xiao Yang turned his gaze toward Jiang Ting.

He saw that Qin Fei and Jiang Ting were standing stiffly as if frozen in place.

Turns out Jiang Ting had slapped Qin Fei hard.

All eyes were drawn to the two.

Xiao Yang was in disbelief; Jiang Ting actually hit Qin Fei.

How was this possible?

In his previous life, even when Qin Fei had a minor injury, Jiang Ting would become extremely anxious.

And now, Jiang Ting actually slapped him soundly?

This was as rare as the sun rising from the west.

The disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect were equally astonished.

Jiang Ting had always been exceptionally kind to Qin Fei.

Especially in recent years, the two had been inseparable.

Whatever Qin Fei needed in terms of cultivation resources, Jiang Ting would procure it for him.

Not to mention Xiao Yang, even the other brothers and sisters found their intimacy inappropriate.

“Junior Sister, you… hit me?”

Qin Fei was incredulous, staring at Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting had never struck him before.

Forget about slapping him; over the last few years, Jiang Ting had always spoken to him gently, never raised her voice.

But today, just moments ago, she had actually hit him.

“I told you not to stop me!”

Jiang Ting glared at Qin Fei.

“Quickly take her away!”

A commanding voice from Jiang Qitian resonated from the heavens.

At this moment, Jiang Qitian, holding the Qingyang Sword, stood high above, exuding a terrifying presence.

He looked down upon Xiao Yang as if he were an invincible sword immortals.

Qin Fei wasted no time, pulling Jiang Ting outward without hesitation.

Jiang Ting was no match for him.

She was quickly dragged out of the square by Qin Fei.

Now, the square, once filled with people, was left with just Xiao Yang, Long Chen, and Chen Taixu.

Everyone else had retreated outside the square.

Countless people watched the unfolding scene with bated breath.

Lin Wangchuan and Song Qiang chose not to intervene and retreated outside the square.

As for Zheng Fan and Lei Renjie, they were hoping for Xiao Yang’s downfall.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingyao and Yun Qianxue were forced to act under the circumstances.

From above, Lei Xuan, Ling Daochen, Luo Zhen, and Elder of Transmission Cang Xiao, among other elders, hovered on their flying swords in the sky.

Once comrades, but now their swords pointed at each other.

Xiao Yang felt a heavy heart.

“Those who offend the Qingyang Sword Sect must be executed!”

Jiang Qitian’s voice echoed down from above.

His authoritative tone penetrated the ears of everyone present.

The next moment, sharp and unmatched Qingyang sword lights pierced the void.

The entire square became shrouded in sword energy.

“Jiang Qitian, are you really going to kill me too?”

Chen Taixu gripped the Qingyun Sword, coldly glancing at Jiang Qitian above.

“Elder Uncle, you conspired with outsiders, disrupting the sect’s initiation ceremony. According to sect rules, your cultivation will be revoked and you will be expelled!”

Jiang Qitian fixed a cold stare on Chen Taixu below.

“Haha… Good, good, good! So I, Chen Taixu, conspired with outsiders and destroyed the initiation ceremony—what a serious crime!”

Chen Taixu laughed in anger.

The elders of the Qingyang Sword Sect outside the square also stood stunned.

They truly did not expect Jiang Qitian to take action against Chen Taixu.

After all, Chen Taixu was the highest-ranking figure in the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Though Chen Taixu had expressed his desire to leave the Qingyang Sword Sect during the Holy Son conferral ceremony, the sect had not made any formal announcement about it.

Even Long Chen hadn’t publicly declared his departure.

Among them, only Xiao Yang had openly severed ties with the Qingyang Sword Sect on Yuanwu Mountain.

“Jiang Qitian…”

Long Chen roared in fury, his eyes almost popping out.

This guy was unbelievably despicable.

“You want to kill us?”

Facing Jiang Qitian, who resembled a sword immortal, Xiao Yang showed no sign of fear.

“Jiang Qitian, you are the real sinner of the Qingyang Sword Sect. It was you who killed our master back then, using despicable means to pull out the Qingyang Sword and seated yourself as sect leader.”

Long Chen shouted angrily at Jiang Qitian above.

“What…”

Everyone was shocked by his words.

The events of that year were quite mysterious.

The then-leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect had suddenly died unexpectedly, purportedly from a cultivation mishap.

However, many felt something was off at that time.

Moreover, the former leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect intended to pass on their mantle and the position of sect leader to Long Chen.

In everyone’s eyes, Long Chen was the Holy Son of the sect, and even if the previous leader had passed away, the new leader could only be Long Chen, the sect’s Holy Son.

Who would have thought that as the elder council decided to appoint Long Chen as the next leader, Jiang Qitian pulled out the Qingyang Sword instead.

This way, the position of sect leader was taken by Jiang Qitian.

The sect’s rules were such.

Whoever drew the Qingyang Sword would become the sect leader.

Thus, not only did Jiang Qitian ascend to the sect leader position, but he also married the junior sister.

Jiang Qitian reached the pinnacle of his life.

While Long Chen plummeted from the heavens to the depths of despair.

Long Chen, originally a gifted genius of the sword path, saw his achievements far exceed those of the previous life’s Xiao Yang.

But because of Jiang Qitian, this sword path genius fell from grace.

Jiang Qitian was truly guilty of heinous crimes.

However, Xiao Yang had to admire Jiang Qitian’s methods.

Jiang Qitian indeed had the guts to act.

Back then, he had no advantages in front of Long Chen.

Yet still, he fought desperately.

And he even succeeded.

Such courage, such bravery, such determination to gamble everything—this is not something everyone can achieve.

Of course, the key to Jiang Qitian’s success was the Qingyang Sword.

If he could pull out the Qingyang Sword, he would claim the position of sect leader.

Otherwise, his end would be quite tragic.

Xiao Yang now knew the secret of drawing the sword.

Thus, everything from that year was Jiang Qitian’s scheme.

Jiang Qitian had ruined Long Chen utterly.

He had also ruined Jiang Ting’s mother completely.

“Long Chen, don’t slander the sect leader!”

Lei Xuan yelled down at Long Chen.

“Haha… Am I slandering him?”

Long Chen seethed with hatred.

“Words without evidence have no weight here in the Qingyang Sword Sect; do you think you can spew nonsense?”

Ling Daochen barked sternly.

“First capture them, then decide!”

The Elder of Transmission declared solemnly.

“Sword formation, activate!”

Jiang Qitian shouted loudly, and in the next moment, beams of sword light shot up from around the square, directly trapping Xiao Yang and the others within.

The fierce sword light surged toward Xiao Yang and the others in the square like a violent storm.

In the blink of an eye, the void behind Xiao Yang was illuminated with radiant sword light.

Countless beams of sword light intertwined, forming layers of sword nets that tightly ensnared Xiao Yang and his group.

The sweeping surge of sword qi forced countless cultivators outside the square to retreat further away.

In an instant, the sword energy soared from the peak of Qingyang Mountain, and the skies darkened.

The entire spiritual energy of the world was drawn forth, wildly converging toward the summit of Qingyang Mountain.

Simultaneously, the Earth Veins Spiritual Energy was also guided out by the sword formation.

The power of the sword formation continued to escalate.

Everyone was on edge to the maximum.