Chapter 441: Is There a Trash Can?

The term "Legacy Clans" referred to the few super-clans on the Lingzhou Continent that possessed the most ancient heritages. Six of these were the oldest human clans, including Nangong, Wang, and Xun; together with the Jiang family of the demon race, they constituted the seven great ancient clans that drew the highest attention across all of Lingzhou.

Each of these houses possessed a profound foundation and an existence that stretched back into antiquity.

Simultaneously, powers like the Haotian Academy existed independently of these clans.

For the members of these great clans, their formidable reputations stemmed not only from their massive power and age-old accumulations, but also from the geniuses born to each generation—those magnificent, world-renowed talents who commanded the awe of all and were constantly the talk of the people.

Or perhaps, the source of their terror.

Take Nangong Zhuo of the Nangong family, for instance; at the age of nineteen, he had entered the Abyssal Sea and single-handedly slain a Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon, an exotic beast of the Divine Sea Realm. Xun Yuan of the Xun family had been born under a celestial omen; rumor had it that at the moment of his birth, a demon had attempted to possess him, only to vanish into ash and smoke before the possession could even be completed.

The recorded achievements of any single one among them could be described as nothing short of earth-shattering.

Even Tang Yu, who had always been notorious as a profligate playboy, possessed the experience of slaying a demon beast above his own cultivation realm.

As for a certain little girl...

Though she had always borne the title of a genius, if her reputation as a little glutton before her tens was known far and wide, and her running away from home to go missing for a long time after her tens counted as an achievement now that she had finally been found, then perhaps she had one.

Thus, at this moment, upon the Heaven-Scanning Dharma Vessel outside the Spiritual Mountain, the Daoist in the black robe gently stroked his beard. He gazed at the scene below and smiled slightly, saying, "Who do you believe has the greatest hope of seizing the championship in this term's academy examination, Perfected Baoping?"

"Since the last journey to the Golden Palace of Creation, the strength of the Wang family's son, Wang Xie, has advanced by leaps and bounds," the woman in white beside him said with a chuckle. "With that treasure in his possession, this boy might indeed have a chance at the championship."

The black-robed Daoist chuckled softly and said, "Though Perfected Baoping hails from the Wang family, do not forget that the Seventh Girl has also returned from her trials in that place. The Sacred Martial lineage of our Haotian Academy has never been weak either!"

"Neither of you should forget that none of these clan descendants coming to participate in the academy examination are easy to deal with." Right at that moment, a middle-aged man in white stepped up from behind them. "In my view, it is still a bit too early to draw a conclusion."

"Brother Fengyang speaks the truth," the black-robed Daoist laughed.

Then, the middle-aged man in white opened his mouth to ask, "What about the one from the Jiang family...?"

"The one from the Jiang family... hoho..." The two exchanged a smile. "His Majesty has already greeted us beforehand. He simply wishes for her to gain some experience and temper her disposition. We just need to keep a close eye on her to ensure she can enter the academy."

"Mm." The middle-aged man in white nodded and said, "Entrusted by His Majesty... let us see where this little princess has arrived...? Hopefully, she hasn't run into the Nangong family or people from the other clans and gotten eliminated early."

"Hahaha! My thoughts exactly!" The others nodded repeatedly. Immediately afterward, the middle-aged woman known as Perfected Baoping traced her hands through the empty air. Before long, a strange mist appeared before the three of them. Figures flickered within the mist, gradually becoming clear, revealing the very place where Jiang Xiaoyue was located.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyue was seen completely discarding her image, holding a bag of potato chips larger than her own head, and pouring the last remaining crumbs into her mouth.

"Nom nom nom! How is it finished already?!" She then pulled a communication jade from her pocket and began to walk mindlessly while staring at it.

"Uh..." The onlookers from the Haotian Academy twitched the corners of their mouths: "..."

"Unruly!"

"To play around like this during the academy examination, where are her manners!"

"No wonder His Majesty personally mentioned this matter. This girl... if we do not look after her, she probably won't even be able to pass the gates!" The black-robed Daoist blew at his mustache and glared.

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Outside the Yuanyang City.

Boss Fang frowned slightly.

It seemed Tang Yu was right; this Nangong family was indeed not a force to be trifled with. At the very least, they were absolutely not something a power from the Desolate Sea Domain could compare to.

The two sword slaves, having recovered once more, now unleashed a sword intent that seemed swifter and fiercer than before!

Every strike carried a terrifying sonic shriek. They completely ignored Fang Qi's attacks, hacking furiously against the Solar Golden Wheel.

Each strike landed with incredibly terrifying force, the immense reverberations threatening to shatter one's eardrums!

"Though this boy is powerful..." Standing atop the city wall, the City Master narrowed his eyes as he watched the battle, shaking his head slightly. "In the end, his foundation is too shallow. From the looks of it, he must have indeed obtained some treasures from a certain ruin."

"However, to dare challenge the Nangong family with nothing more than a few treasures is truly too arrogant."

"Young people nowadays are all full of pride," another cultivator in a long robe shook his head. "If it were me, taking the opportunity to flee earlier would not have been without a chance. But now... I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

"Too strong... and this is merely two sword slaves." The cultivators standing on the Sea of Clouds Square clicked their tongues in astonishment, while a wave of trepidation rose in their hearts. They resolved that unless absolutely necessary, they must never offend anyone from the Nangong family in the future. One had to know that the Nangong family possessed far more than just these two sword slaves!

"This kid really overestimates himself..."

"He's completely finished now!"

These sword slaves seemed to have no weaknesses, possessing immense strength while remaining entirely impervious to any damage from weapons or dharma treasures, as if they were immortal and indestructible. Every time they were severed by Fang Qi's Lunar Golden Wheel, they would quickly recover. What brought the greatest terror was that through the repeated process of being slain, their recovery speed was actually gradually accelerating! It was as if they were constantly adapting to this type of attack!

"This kid is simply too reckless, actually daring to clash head-on with the sword slaves!" someone discussed in a low voice. "Even if he escapes with his life this time, he has slighted the face of the Nangong family. In the future, the Nangong family will only send more and stronger sword slaves, and when that time comes..."

"Once the sword slaves are deployed, it is a fight to the death. Truly a fight to the death..."

The discussions below grew louder and louder. Clearly, every deployment of the Nangong family's sword slaves could inflict an extreme psychological shock upon all cultivators. A massive chill rose in everyone's hearts; perhaps long after today, this very scene would cast a great shadow over their minds.

It was simply too terrifying! Against such power, other cultivators had absolutely no path but to be crushed!

"Look! That kid's dharma treasure is already causing negligible damage to the sword slaves!"

"This boy's spiritual energy must be running low as well... The methods of the Nangong family are truly inconceivable...!" an elderly cultivator sighed deeply.

At this time, there were also several disciples of the Nangong family within the crowd. Seeing this scene, they only let out bursts of sneering: "To dare offend the Nangong family, he must be tired of living! Sword slaves, kill him!"

It was as though he himself were the one controlling the sword slaves.

Yet right at this moment, Fang Qi in the sky suddenly withdrew the Solar Golden Wheel!

"What's happening?!"

"Is he seeking death?!"

Amidst a wave of inexplicable voices, the aura of Fang Qi's entire being suddenly underwent a drastic change.

A terrifying sword intent soared into the heavens! That sword intent seemed to vaguely draw upon the heaven and earth, as if it descended from above the nine heavens.

Simultaneously, behind Fang Qi, a cold, indistinct phantom abruptly manifested, appearing to come from above the nine heavens and looking down upon all living beings.

Almost instinctively, an inexplicable sense of dread instantly flooded the hearts of everyone present.

The swords of all sword-wielders present—whether at their waists or inside their storage bags—all flew out on their own accord. Their blades bent down as if making a pilgrimage, bowing before their deity.

"Whew—!" Fang Qi exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke. Only at a time like this, when his potential was stimulated to the maximum, would his mind become this clear, like that of a god. He seemed to have finally understood one thing: "Beware of those controlled by swords...?"

Heavenly Sword Intent!

The strongest sword-controlling technique of the Shushan Sect—Sword God!

This instance of the Sword God did not resemble the last, which had featured a sky-covering curtain of swords; instead, it was like an irresistible force enveloping everything around with an absolute, matchless dominance.

At the same time, those two sword slaves suddenly began to struggle violently. Within their cloaks, an eerie, ghostly light flickered on and off, as if an incredibly terrifying and irresistible force was contesting for their control.

The Heavenly Sword Intent could make ten thousand swords submit, while the Sword God could command ten thousand swords!

Under the explosion of potential, the two exerted their power simultaneously for the very first time!

"Roar—!"

The two sword slaves suddenly let out a miserable, piercing shriek!

Thud!

Both sword slaves actually fell to their knees upon the ground!

Everyone who witnessed this scene wore a face of absolute horror: "!!??"

Boss Fang shook the ash from his pipe: "A few servants dare to bare their swords before this boss? Commit suicide."

"Boom! Boom!"

Both the men and their swords instantly exploded on their own, turning into flying ash.

Everyone witnessed this incomparably bizarre scene, and everyone's breath caught in their throats!

In their eyes, the terrifying sword slave, who possessed almost no weakness, had actually self-detonated?!

And that phantom just now, resembling a deity, and that terrifying sword intent that seemed to descend from the highest heavens—what on earth was it?!

Countless questions swirled in their minds as everyone stared at the young man before them in absolute horror.

They watched as Boss Fang descended from the sky and stubbed out his cigarette: "Is there a trash can? Let me throw this away."

"..."

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