Return Of The Sword God

004

Zilong's voice flowed casually, yet every word that came out from his mouth was in the manner of lightning striking on a clear afternoon. Absolute arrogance, which did not even look at the existence of the grandest sect in that eastern region, made the entire crowd inside the hall astounded in disbelief.

"You!" Shi Nian was newly about to abuse, considering Zilong's utterance as the delusion of an acute-level madman.

However, before the words of abuse chanced to escape from her lips, the atmosphere inside the Qing Clan Main Hall suddenly changed in a drastic manner. The air pressure dropped drastically, causing an extraordinarily intense heavy sensation until making the Qing Clan elders at low cultivation tiers directly cough withholding their suffocated chests.

Whuuuuzzzz!

A strong wind spun in the middle of the hall, blowing dust and shards of the agreement paper scattered around. From inside the vortex of that dense spiritual wind, a shadow slowly condensed.

A figure of a middle-aged man in silver-white robes embroidered with cloud mega stepped out. His hair was bound neatly with a jade hairpin, and on his back perched a long sword radiating a sharp silver light glow. His facial expression was as cold as ice, and his line of sight brought the arrogance of a ruler accustomed to looking at ordinary humans as ants.

"Master!" Shi Nian exclaimed cheerfully, her face which was initially full of anger now changing to become full of triumph. She immediately bowed respectfully, followed by the Shi Clan Elder who directly knelt with solemnity.

The man was Mu Rong, one of the Core Elders of the Sky Sword Sect. A legendary figure who rumoredly had reached a high cultivation realm feared throughout the entire eastern region.

Mu Rong did not even glance toward Qing Tian or the Qing Clan elders. His cold line of sight was directly locked on Zilong. Every step he took on top of the hall floor radiated a visible ripple of Qi wave, deliberately utilized to press the mind of the youth in front of him.

"Small sect? Low continent?" Mu Rong snorted cynically. His voice sounded quiet, yet echoed greatly inside everyone's eardrums, containing a soul-shaking energy vibration.

"Truly an excessively ridiculous frog inside a well. Three years ago, you might have been considered a bit talented in this small, remote city. However now, you are only a heap of disabled meat without a future. How dare a useless creature like you insult our Sky Sword Sect?"

Mu Rong flicked his wide robe sleeve with a meremehkan movement. That very second, a wave of pure pressure hit Qing Tian's chest until the Qing Clan Leader was forced to retreat three steps and vomit a little blood.

"Uuugh?!"

Seeing that matter...

"No wonder the Qing Clan day by day increasingly slides down and becomes a useless trash clan in this eastern region," continued Mu Rong with a tone of his speaking laden with pure humiliation.

"Letting a disabled youth who does not know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth lead the opinion in this hall... The Qing Clan has truly lost its dignity. Ruining a clan as small as yours does not even require a single flick of a finger from our sect."

Hearing that demeaning utterance from her Master, Shi Nian smiled with satisfaction and stared at Zilong with a 'you-are-already-dead' view. Under the pressure of a high-tier cultivator from a grand sect, there was not one single person in this mortal world who could remain standing upright.

"Zilong, ask for an apology now?! Perhaps my master will not kill you?! Even all the Qing clan members present in this place..."

Hearing that threat... As a father and Clan Leader, his ego was ruined, yet his sanity screamed that they would not be able to win against a giant like the Sky Sword Sect.

"Zilong... Quickly ask for an apology!" exclaimed Qing Tian with a hoarse voice full of anxiety, while wiping the remaining blood on his lips. He stared at his son with a pleading view.

"Do not be stubborn! Lower your ego and kneel begging for forgiveness from Elder Mu Rong... Perhaps he still wants to be large-hearted to spare your life and our clan!"

Shi Nian who saw that matter increasingly tilted her head up arrogantly.

"Hear that, Qing Zilong? Your father alone knows his place. Now ask for an apology! If you prostrate and lick my shoe this very now, perhaps my Master will not kill you!"

However, the request of his father precisely made Zilong's jaw tighten. The flow of purple Qi inside his body drifted increasingly hot, responding along with the remaining anger from the past due to betrayal, Su Qian who became Zilong smiled thinly.

'Ask for an apology? To insects like them?' Zilong's inner mind thought coldly.

Zilong took steps forward, precisely in front of his father, as if sheltering that middle-aged man from Mu Rong's Qi pressure. He stood upright, unmoving one centimeter.

"Ask for an apology? Father, since when must our Qing Clan kneel to people who come to our house only to trample upon our self-esteem?!" said Zilong firmly, his voice echoing loudly without even a slight sense of fear.

"He wounded you, insulted our ancestors, and you want me to beg for forgiveness from this old bastard? As long as I, Qing Zilong, am still breathing, I will not let anyone trample upon our family's self-esteem like this!"

Zilong's words made the entire crowd inside the hall gasp. The Qing Clan elders withheld their breath, getting goosebumps as well as amazed by the extreme bravery of their young master which once chanced to dim.

Mu Rong narrowed his eyes. For the first time, he felt insulted by a mortal youth who did not even possess a cultivation base in his eyes. While snorting cruelly, he returned to release his aura pressure which was far more massive, ready to crush Zilong's bones.

However, seeing Zilong's anomalous firmness and remembering the challenge launched by Shi Nian previously, Mu Rong suddenly drew back his aura. A cynic and cunning-filled smile was carved on his middle-aged face.

"Interesting. Truly a hard bone for an ant," said Mu Rong coldly, his voice filled with a highly dense meremehkan tone.

"Disabled kid, my disciple earlier challenged you to join the Sky Sword Sect disciple selection in Dawn City two months later, right? Because you are that arrogant and consider our sect as a mound of soil..."

Mu Rong paused his sentence, staring at Zilong from top to bottom with a disgusting view.

"I will give you one opportunity. If you indeed possess the capacity to pass in that selection and prove that your utterance is not merely the empty boasting of a madman... then I, Mu Rong, in the name of the Sky Sword Sect, will release you and will not disturb the Qing Clan again!"