Chapter 928
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Chapter 928: Yang Baikun’s Fury!
To master the Thirteen Swords of the Roaring Gale, one must focus on strengthening the arms and wrists, particularly through consistent sword training.
Su Yi always carried the broken sword on his back, using every spare moment to train his arm and wrist strength. Now, the broken sword in his hand weighed as much as ten thousand pounds—a truly terrifying feat.
Whoosh…
As Su Yi practiced the Thirteen Swords of the Roaring Gale, his sword technique transformed. Elemental energy of the wind began to flow through his body, though it felt unfamiliar and unrefined.
Not far away, the Dark Golden Demon Falcon perched silently, its body radiating a golden light. Its sharp eyes scanned the surroundings before settling on Su Yi, revealing a flicker of astonishment.
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The Golden Sword Sect might not rank as one of the largest forces in the Chaos Realm, but within a radius of several hundred miles, it was a power to be reckoned with.
Over the years, the sect had absorbed numerous smaller factions, rising to become the dominant force in the region.
The leader of the Golden Sword Sect, Yang Baikun, possessed the strength of the Fifth Grade of the Yuan Emperor Realm. Alongside him, the sect boasted three other Yuan Emperor Realm experts.
However, the sect’s true strength lay not with Yang Baikun but with his father, Yang Yi, who had been in seclusion for years. Rumors spoke of Yang Yi’s extraordinary power, and his presence had been a key factor in the sect’s rise.
The sect’s headquarters was a sight to behold—magnificent buildings connected seamlessly, with towers and pavilions blending harmoniously into the rugged mountain landscape. The area was suffused with abundant energy from heaven and earth.
At the center of a vast square stood a massive golden sword, forged from pure gold. Towering several meters high and pointed toward the sky, it emitted a dazzling golden light and an aura of sharpness.
“Find them! Find out exactly who killed my son! I will ensure they neither live nor die. Their body will be shattered into pieces!”
An enraged, chilling voice echoed through the great hall, accompanied by waves of elemental energy that shook the void. Yang Baikun was consumed by fury.
His only son was dead. The body was gone, and the crime scene offered no hope. All evidence pointed to murder. Yang Baikun’s anguish knew no bounds.
Yang Chuan had been his sole heir, the apple of his eye, and the last descendant of the Yang family. Spoiled since birth, Yang Chuan had been his pride and joy. His loss was a devastating blow.
The truth behind Yang Baikun’s despair was a closely guarded secret. The cultivation method he had practiced in his youth was aggressive, and an accident during his training had left him with permanent damage, severely impairing his ability to father children. Yang Chuan, born before the accident, had been his miracle and the sole continuation of the family’s lineage.
Now, with Yang Chuan gone, the Yang family’s seven generations had come to an end. The pain was unbearable.
Yang Baikun, who appeared to be in his fifties, looked as though he had aged ten years overnight. His temples were streaked with white, his bloodshot eyes burned with fury, and his expression was menacing.
“Lord, this region belongs to our Golden Sword Sect. There shouldn’t have been any threats. With Huang Jian around, it’s unlikely anyone below the Yuan Emperor Realm could harm your son. Could this be the work of that Yin-Yang Dark Dragon?”
An elder seated at the head of the hall broke the tense silence. He appeared to be in his sixties, with a calm yet commanding aura. Though of average height, his sharp eyes and well-groomed black robes suggested he was not to be underestimated.
“We’ve always been cautious around the Yin-Yang Dark Dragon and have gone to great lengths to avoid provoking that Demon Emperor. Our relationship has remained neutral. He wouldn’t risk offending the Golden Sword Sect,” Yang Baikun replied coldly.
“I personally inspected the crime scene. While there were traces of a demonic beast’s presence, the power it exhibited wasn’t strong enough to be a major threat. However, I did detect remnants of elemental energy from a Yuan Emperor Realm cultivator,” he added, his voice laced with bitterness.
Hearing this, Yang Baikun fell into deep thought. Despite his anger, it didn’t cloud his judgment. After all, under his leadership, the Golden Sword Sect had grown stronger over the years.
However, a sudden thought crossed his mind. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he said, “But we cannot rule out the possibility that this was the work of the Yin-Yang Dark Dragon.”
“Senior, if there’s a lingering aura of a powerful Yuan Emperor Realm cultivator and someone from that realm was involved, this matter might be more suspicious than it seems. Could it have been orchestrated by one of those sects?”
A middle-aged man spoke, his eyes glinting with a golden light that exuded ferocity.
Strictly speaking, this was a fat middle-aged man—so overweight that even the term “fat-headed and big-eared” seemed inadequate to describe him.
The chair he sat on was custom-made, its seat three times larger than usual. Yet even with its reinforced size, it appeared slightly cramped under his bulk. Rolls of fat spilled over his enormous belly, making it seem as though the chair might collapse at any moment.
“Regardless of who’s responsible, we must uncover the truth!”
Yang Baikun sneered, his eyes cold and sharp. In a chilling voice, he declared, “Once we find the culprit, I will not let them go. I will make them beg for life and deny them death!”
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“Roarrrr…”
The deafening roars of beasts echoed like a thunderstorm, shaking the heavens and the earth.
“The Demon Emperor is here! We’re doomed!”
“Help! Is there anyone who can save us?”
The Feng family estate descended into chaos and fear. Everyone trembled as the Demon Emperor arrived, leading an overwhelming army of demon beasts.
The Feng family elders wore expressions of despair, their faces pale as ashes. With the Demon Emperor’s presence and the terrifying Demonic Void Realm beings accompanying him, even a single one of them could easily wipe out the Feng family.
“How dare they send a few humans to confront me, the emperor! Do they truly believe they’re my match? Such foolish arrogance!”
The Yin-Yang Dark Emperor transformed into a human form, his sharp gaze unnerving. His pupils alternated between black and white, exuding a sinister aura. The oppressive energy radiating from him made everyone in the Feng family feel as though their hair was standing on end. They couldn’t help but shiver in terror.
“Demon Emperor, this has nothing to do with us! We’re victims too—those people attacked us. We’ve suffered just as much!”
One of the elders pleaded desperately, his voice trembling with fear. From the Yin-Yang Dark Emperor’s words, it was clear that the terrifying experts—possibly Yuan Emperor Realm cultivators—had already been killed by him.
“You dare to argue? Very well,” the Yin-Yang Dark Emperor said coldly. “The emperor will play a little game with you. You have four hours. After that, I will leave no one alive. Let’s see how far you ants can run in that time.”