Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 352 - 28: The Salted Fish Turns Over, People from the Luoxia Sect Arrive!

Chapter 352: Chapter 28: The Salted Fish Turns Over, People from the Luoxia Sect Arrive!

Sun Yingyang’s voice was loud, resounding throughout the open square.

Immediately, everyone’s gaze converged, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

Many had already heard that this year, the Xuanyuan Sect’s chief disciple had awakened a Wasted Martial Soul. Not being called trash was fortunate enough—how could he possibly be a peerless genius?

Clearly, this was a deliberate provocation!

It was meant to humiliate the Xuanyuan Sect!

Sun Yingyang walked closer, letting his gaze sweep over the group. Upon noticing the uneven skills among the Xuanyuan Sect’s top ten Outer Disciples, his expression grew even more disdainful, and he sneered coldly:

"Not a single one of you is useful! So, who’s the Xuanyuan Sect’s chief Outer Disciple this year?"

Chen Lingyu and the others were visibly angry.

Luo Cheng furrowed his brow and stepped forward, responding, "It’s me."

Sun Yingyang had been paying close attention to Luo Cheng. He looked down at him, squinting his eyes:

"Oh? So it’s you! Xuanyuan Sect’s chief Outer Disciple!! Ha! I didn’t expect that even a dead fish like you could flip over someday!"

Sun Yingyang sneered repeatedly.

When he first heard the news, he even thought it was someone else with the same name!

Now, even seeing it for himself, he still found it difficult to believe. freewebnoveℓ.com

Six months ago, this very person, who awakened a Wasted Martial Soul and had only just broken through to the Transcendence Realm, was considered worthless!

And now, he’d somehow risen to become Xuanyuan Sect’s chief disciple!

The whole situation was simply unbelievable!

"No wonder the bounty I issued yielded no results... This brat must not be allowed to live!!"

As he stared at Luo Cheng, murderous intent boiled in Sun Yingyang’s heart.

It wasn’t Luo Cheng himself that worried him, but the Ji Family bloodline he carried—the Ancient Family Ji Family!

If someone truly decided to cultivate Luo Cheng in secret, by the time he fully grew, it would already be too late!

At that moment, a teenager stepped out from behind Sun Yingyang.

About fifteen or sixteen years old, the youth bore a striking resemblance to Sun Yingyang, with a longsword at his waist and an aura that was exceptionally sharp and domineering. This was none other than Sun Chuanwu.

He glanced at Luo Cheng, a flicker of icy light flashing through his eyes as he mocked:

"I wasn’t sure when I heard the rumors earlier, but it turns out you truly are the Xuanyuan Sect’s chief Outer Disciple!"

"A piece of trash who awakened a Wasted Martial Soul managed to become the chief disciple! Has the Xuanyuan Sect really fallen to this level?"

"You dare speak so insolently!"

Elder Chen Xuan’s powerful aura surged, as the piercing sharpness in his eyes seemed like steel needles. His voice was grave:

"Our Xuanyun Sect disciples are not for you to demean! If you dare utter another insult, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Ninth Elder and the others were equally enraged.

Now that Luo Cheng was the Xuanyuan Sect’s chief Outer Disciple, any humiliation directed at him was a slap in all their faces!

Sun Chuanwu was completely indifferent, slightly lifting his chin as he looked at Luo Cheng:

"Did I say anything wrong? Isn’t the Martial Soul you awakened a Wasted Martial Soul?"

Luo Cheng fixed his gaze on Sun Chuanwu, his tone cold and devoid of emotion:

"You call me trash over and over—what will you be if I defeat you?"

"Defeat me?"

Sun Chuanwu paused, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, before letting out a disdainful laugh:

"Such arrogance! Do you think being the Xuanyuan Sect’s chief disciple makes you superior to me? With your abilities, you wouldn’t even make it into the top ten in our Fierce Cloud Sect!"

"Remember, in this world, strength reigns supreme. No one cares about your title or rank!"

"Very well, I’ll help you wake up today and recognize your place!"

Speaking, Sun Chuanwu stepped toward Luo Cheng, his gaze as fierce as a meteor crashing to Earth, while the precious saber at his waist trembled incessantly.

In the blink of an eye!

Buzz!

A chilling force burst forth from Sun Chuanwu, crushing toward Luo Cheng!

"Human Saber Integration!"

A cry of surprise broke out!

A month earlier, Sun Chuanwu’s Sword Dao Realm had already advanced to Human Saber Integration!

This dramatically boosted his strength, allowing him to shine in this year’s Fierce Cloud Sect Outer Disciple competition, and secure third place among Fierce Cloud Sect’s top ten Outer Disciples!

"You want to overwhelm me with saber intent? Just you?"

Luo Cheng’s robe billowed in the wind as he lifted his gaze, shocking sharpness bursting from his eyes.

BOOM!

As his last word fell, an intense sharp aura erupted from Luo Cheng, rippling through the air with such ferocity that even the atmosphere trembled and was pierced through, stabbing straight into people’s hearts!

Gah!

In an instant, Sun Chuanwu’s saber aura was torn apart. The looming sharpness made his face turn pale as he stumbled backward.

"Reckless!"

A thunderous voice rang out, and a figure appeared behind Sun Chuanwu. An ethereal yet sharp aura rose, blocking Luo Cheng’s sword intent.

With a pop, both forces dissipated simultaneously, whipping up a fierce gale through the open square.

Gah!

Caught off guard by the collision of energies, Sun Chuanwu felt his blood surge backward, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood as his face turned pale.

The youth with the sword at his side, who had supported Sun Chuanwu, frowned as he looked toward Luo Cheng. His eyes reflected a chilling light under the sun, his voice cold:

"Human Sword Integration Middle-stage!"

These words caused an uproar. Shocked, everyone turned their gazes toward Luo Cheng.

Among the Three Great Sects, aside from Yan Qingshuang, there were fewer than five openly known swordsmen who had comprehended Human Sword Integration!

As for those who had reached the Middle-stage of Human Sword Integration, there was only one: the Fierce Cloud Sect’s second-ranked Outer Disciple, Shadowless Sword Fei Jue, the very youth standing beside Sun Chuanwu!

No one expected the Sword Dao Realm of Luo Cheng to also be at the Middle-stage of Human Sword Integration!

Even Hua Jingyang, who had remained indifferent, turned his gaze and cast a faint glance toward Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng stared directly at Sun Chuanwu, "It seems the one who needs to recognize their place is you."

"Trash! You’re courting death!"

Sun Chuanwu roared in fury, veins popping on his face.

"Comprehending Human Sword Integration, so what! Just wait—tomorrow I’ll beat you into a dead dog!!"

In his eyes, Luo Cheng was nothing but insignificant trash!

He always was and always would be!

Taking a hit from Luo Cheng filled him with rage, his hot blood rushing to his head, nearly driving him to lose his sanity!

"Haha! Luo Cheng, well done! Very well done!"

Ninth Elder stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Luo Cheng as he laughed heartily. "Sun Yingyang, didn’t you want to witness the strength of our Xuanyuan Sect’s chief disciple? Well, now you’ve seen it!"

Finally winning a round, Ninth Elder felt completely invigorated at this moment.

"Hmph!!"

Sun Yingyang glared at Luo Cheng, snorting coldly, his voice infused with the Essence Energy of an Awakening Vein Realm expert. Everyone present could feel his anger.

"What’s this? The younger one can’t manage, so the older one steps up to protect him?"

Ninth Elder took a step forward, shielding Luo Cheng behind him.

As tensions between the two groups escalated, the sound of a crane rang out from the sky.

"It’s the Three-colored Crane of the Luoxia Sect! The Luoxia Sect has arrived!"

From the southeast, a magnificent white crane with three shimmering feathers on its head broke through the clouds, faintly revealing more than a dozen figures standing on its back!

As they gazed at these newcomers, the young men in the crowd couldn’t hide the excitement in their eyes.

Even Hua Jingyang, who had been indifferent, showed a ripple of interest in his expression, his gaze fixed firmly on one individual.

These dozen figures were all women, each graceful in figure and with radiant, flawless skin. Some carried an icy presence, others seemed as delicate as lilies in water, while others exuded youthful exuberance. Each was breathtakingly beautiful and utterly captivating!