Chapter 67: Bringing Death to Their Door

At the Azure Cloud Martial Academy, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Although Jun Wushuang had used the Devouring Demon Art to extract the deadly poison from Lin Mengyao’s body, Zhao Qiming’s treacherous arrow had pierced through her delicate form. It had come within a hair’s breadth of her heart.

“I’ve stabilized her injuries and given her a healing elixir. She should regain consciousness soon, but I’m afraid she’ll need a period of quiet recuperation this time,” Jun Wushuang said gravely.

Lin Mengyao had suffered such grievous wounds to save him. Though he had already slain Zhao Qiming, the murderous intent in his heart had yet to subside.

“Master, it was our carelessness this time. If I had returned with you, such a disaster would never have happened,” said Master Wu, who had just come back, his face pale from the fright. If Jun Wushuang had died, a storm of blood would surely have swept through the imperial capital.

Gulp! Mo Xingyun took a deep swig of wine and rose to his feet.

“Let’s go!” he said, casting a glance at Jun Wushuang.

“Where?” Jun Wushuang asked in confusion.

“The Nangong clan,” Mo Xingyun replied, his gaze sharp as a drawn blade—thirsting for blood, thirsting for vengeance.

“You are a disciple of my Azure Cloud Martial Academy, and Mengyao is my own apprentice. If my disciple is ambushed and my apprentice gravely wounded, and I do nothing, what sort of man would I be?” Mo Xingyun’s voice was icy.

Master Wu could not help but shudder as if plunged into an icy abyss.

“Very well,” Jun Wushuang agreed, seeing the murderous resolve in Mo Xingyun’s eyes.

With a sweep of his hand, Mo Xingyun summoned a surge of sword energy, lifting Jun Wushuang as they soared through the sky, heading straight for the Nangong clan without hesitation.

As for Lin Mengyao, she was safe in Master Wu’s capable care.

The sword energy split the heavens like a rainbow, tearing through the sky and drawing countless eyes.

“What terrifying sword force! Could that be Mo Xingyun from the Azure Cloud Martial Academy?”

“It’s him, all right! Where is he headed?”

“Mo Xingyun has spent years lost in drunken oblivion and hasn’t drawn his sword in ages. Something momentous must be about to happen!”

Countless onlookers were shocked. Mo Xingyun made no effort to conceal his presence; he charged forward fearlessly, his momentum shaking all who witnessed it.

Soon, Mo Xingyun arrived at the Nangong clan’s estate. Dawn was just breaking, and most clan members were only just rising from their beds.

“Cut!” With fingers like a sword, he slashed through the air.

A blade of chilling sword energy howled forth, striking the clan’s vermilion gate.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the gate was blasted to pieces.

“What’s happening?”

“Is someone attacking us?”

“Who dares to strike the Nangong clan? Tired of living, are they?”

The entire clan was alarmed, and its members rushed out.

“Another cut!” Mo Xingyun did not pause or waste words. Again, his fingers formed a sword, and he unleashed a second strike.

A hundred-yard-long blade of sword energy ripped through the sky like lightning, slashing directly into the crowd.

With a sickening sound, more than a dozen Nangong clansmen fell, blood soaking the ground—a dreadful sight.

“Mo Xingyun, you go too far!” an angry shout rang out.

Nangong Qing burst forth, glaring at Mo Xingyun.

“Too far?” Mo Xingyun’s gaze was cold as ice. “Was it not too far when your Nangong clan ambushed a disciple of my Azure Cloud Martial Academy? Was it not too far when Nangong Xiong, at the Marquis Realm, struck at a junior of the Myriad Phenomena Realm? If your clan can bully the weak, why shouldn’t I?”

With a sweep of his hand, Mo Xingyun flung Zhao Qiming’s corpse into the Nangong clan’s midst—a damning piece of evidence. With justice on his side, not even the Emperor himself could make him flinch.

Seeing Zhao Qiming’s body, Nangong Qing’s expression darkened. He had not expected the plan to fail, nor for Mo Xingyun to catch them red-handed.

“Hand over Nangong Xiong, or I’ll unleash a massacre!” Mo Xingyun’s voice was so cold it made Nangong Qing’s scalp prickle with fear.

Though Nangong Qing was himself a formidable King Realm expert, he was still no match for Mo Xingyun. A single sword talisman from Mo Xingyun could injure him. Now, with Mo Xingyun here in person, he stood no chance.

Yet as the head of the Nangong clan, how could Nangong Qing bow his head?

“Mo Xingyun, don’t push us too far!” Nangong Qing quickly activated the clan’s defensive formation to prevent Mo Xingyun from slaughtering his way inside.

“You old fool, have you no shame?” Mo Xingyun’s face was expressionless; all traces of drunkenness were gone, leaving only chilling murderous intent.

“Since you accuse me of going too far—then today, I’ll show you just how far I can go!”

With a sudden motion, Mo Xingyun drew the Sun and Moon Dao Sword from his back.

With the sword in hand, his entire bearing changed: the drunken wastrel was gone, replaced in an instant by a peerless sword god radiating lethal intent.

His sword energy soared into the heavens, cleaving through the world and striking fear into every heart.

“The Grand Sun and Cosmos Sword Art!”

Once the greatest prodigy of the Great Qian Dynasty had finally drawn his sword.

The last time Mo Xingyun had wielded his blade was a decade ago, in his legendary duel with Jiang Taixu. Ten years honing his sword for a single moment of brilliance.

As his sword flashed out, a golden sun seemed to rise, eclipsing the morning light and becoming the sole radiance between heaven and earth—blinding, dazzling, and deadly sharp.

“Not good!” Nangong Qing sensed an unprecedented danger. His pupils contracted as he hastily summoned his avatar and activated the defensive formation, marshaling all his strength to resist.

But he had underestimated Mo Xingyun’s sword.

Crack!

The formation could not withstand the blow and was cleaved apart. Even with his avatar, Nangong Qing could not defend against the razor-sharp strike.

With a flash of sword light and a spurt of blood, Nangong Qing was hurled backward, crashing to the ground. A bloody sword-mark marred his chest, nearly cleaving him in two.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

No one could have foreseen Mo Xingyun’s overwhelming might. With a single sword, he broke the formation and wounded his enemy.

Had it not been for the defensive array, Nangong Qing would surely have died on the spot!

Tyrannical! Unstoppable! Terrifying!

After a decade without drawing his sword, Mo Xingyun had once again revealed his formidable power to the world. The reputation of the former number one prodigy of the Great Qian Dynasty was no empty boast.

“Though the Azure Cloud Martial Academy has declined, we are not to be trampled by just anyone!” Mo Xingyun’s voice was cold as he raised the Sun and Moon Dao Sword once more. Though his cultivation had not advanced in ten years and he remained at the seventh level of the King Realm, his sword intent had become ever more terrifying. Coupled with the Sun and Moon Dao Sword passed down through generations of the Academy, none in the Nangong clan could stand against him.

“Enough!” At that moment, a thunderous voice rang out.

A rainbow streaked through the sky and landed before Mo Xingyun.

The newcomer was an elder in golden robes, exuding a powerful aura and imperious majesty—a presence unique to the imperial family.

It was the headmaster of the Royal Martial Academy: Jiang Taixu.