After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 68:

Under the glow of dawn, the Xiao family’s ancestral cemetery in Yuanlong City was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.

Two massive beams of sword light clashed high in the sky, radiating waves of terrifying sword energy. Suspended in mid-air were the seven sword cultivators of the Guiyuan Martial Sect, channeling their sword energies into the renowned Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation. Their combined strength drove a powerful sword strike, aiming to kill Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang unleashed his mid-tier Heavenly Martial Realm strength, fully activating the crimson sword light of the Chi Yang Sword to resist the descending strike.

The seven sword cultivators pushed their sword formation to its limits, causing the enormous sword light to bear down with increasing pressure. Xiao Yang found himself struggling to hold his ground. His body began sinking into the earth, and soon, his legs were completely buried beneath the ground.

Would he truly be forced to reveal his true power today? This was the trump card he relied on, the hidden strength he kept for critical moments. Xiao Yang was aware that someone, likely Qin Fei, was watching from nearby. He didn’t want to expose his full capabilities prematurely.

But it seemed there was no other choice.

“Futian Sword Technique: One Sword to Break Seven Absolutes!”

Silently, Xiao Yang infused his flying sword with the profound intent of the Futian Sword. Instantly, the sword’s power surged, and the ten-foot-long sword arc expanded into an enormous beam of dazzling brilliance.

On a distant hill, Qin Fei, who had been closely monitoring the battle, felt his expression shift drastically. How could Xiao Yang’s sword energy, despite being at the mid-tier Heavenly Martial Realm, feel so overwhelmingly powerful? It was even stronger than when Xiao Yang had defeated Li Xingyao atop the Azure Sun Mountain duel platform. Had he gained some secret technique in the Azure Sun Secret Realm? Qin Fei’s mind raced with speculations.

The Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation was a renowned technique in the northern territories, capable of unleashing power akin to a half-step Divine Martial Realm sword cultivator when wielded by seven masters. Yet Xiao Yang, with only mid-tier Heavenly Martial Realm cultivation, had managed to block their combined might. Qin Fei could hardly believe his eyes.

“Kill!” Xiao Yang roared, his sword energy erupting like a volcano. The overwhelming force surged into his flying sword.

A resounding hum echoed as Xiao Yang’s flying sword unleashed an unparalleled wave of sword power. The devastating energy shattered the sword light of the Seven Absolute Sword Formation in an instant, causing the massive sword arc in the sky to disintegrate.

The seven sword cultivators were overwhelmed, spitting blood as they were flung backward.

“Impossible…” the leading sword grandmaster muttered in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom how Xiao Yang had managed to break the formation. Was this the true strength of the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect?

“Stop!” A sharp voice echoed as several figures rushed into the cemetery.

“Humph!” Xiao Yang waved his hand, and his sword light shot toward the retreating seven cultivators with unstoppable force.

Faced with imminent death, the leading grandmaster frantically activated his defensive sword shield. A glowing barrier enveloped him, but Xiao Yang’s sword light shattered it instantly. His flying sword continued its path, breaking the grandmaster’s own sword and flinging him toward the newcomers.

The other six cultivators weren’t as fortunate. Their swords were obliterated, their bodies shredded into misty clouds of blood, leaving no trace behind.

The grandmaster’s battered body crashed at the feet of the newcomers. Witnessing this scene, the arriving individuals were horrified, and even Qin Fei, watching from the hill, was stunned into silence.

“How could this be…” Qin Fei murmured. Xiao Yang had turned the tide of the battle in an instant, defeating what should have been an insurmountable challenge.

Yet Qin Fei, though shocked, quickly composed himself. “No matter,” he muttered with a cold smile. “I still have a backup plan…”

Xiao Yang, now retrieving his flying sword, turned his gaze toward the new arrivals. They were five disciples of the Guiyuan Martial Sect, led by a middle-aged man in white.

Upon seeing them, Xiao Yang’s killing intent reignited.

“How dare you kill disciples of the Guiyuan Martial Sect!” the white-clad man shouted angrily. The four disciples behind him glared at Xiao Yang with equal fury, but their expressions turned to fear when they noticed his bloodshot eyes and the murderous aura surrounding him.

“Are you… the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, Xiao Yang?” one disciple exclaimed in shock.

“What?” The middle-aged man’s face darkened.

“Senior Brother Chu, this lunatic accused us of grave robbing and attacked without reason! You must avenge us!” The wounded grandmaster coughed blood as he spoke, barely clinging to life.

“Xiao Yang, how dare you slander the Guiyuan Martial Sect and murder our disciples? Even as the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, you won’t leave here alive!” The white-clad man’s fury erupted. He was confident he could crush Xiao Yang with his advanced Heavenly Martial Realm cultivation.

However, these newcomers were unaware of Xiao Yang’s previous feats, including the death of Gui Teng at his hands just the previous evening.

“Die!” Xiao Yang roared, unleashing a wave of chilling sword energy. A beam of light pierced toward the five Guiyuan disciples.

“You’re courting death!” The white-clad man summoned his flying sword, a golden sword light rising to meet Xiao Yang’s attack.

The collision sent a metallic screech through the air, but the man’s flying sword shattered instantly. He spat blood as he staggered backward, his face pale with shock.

“How could this happen…” he stammered, unable to believe that a single strike from Xiao Yang had destroyed his weapon.

The remaining four disciples were frozen with fear, unable to comprehend how their senior, with advanced Heavenly Martial Realm strength, had been defeated so easily.

Xiao Yang’s sword streaked through the air, piercing the man’s chest and leaving a gaping wound. He collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The four disciples tried to flee, but it was too late. Xiao Yang’s sword flashed, decapitating one, slicing another in half, and reducing a third to a cloud of blood mist. The final disciple was cleaved in two with a single strike.

The battlefield reeked of blood. Xiao Yang strode forward and crushed the grandmaster’s chest beneath his foot, silencing him forever.

On the distant hill, Qin Fei laughed darkly. The five Xiao Yang had just slain were prominent members of the Chu family within the Guiyuan Martial Sect. This would undoubtedly provoke the sect’s wrath.

“Let the chaos begin,” Qin Fei sneered, watching Xiao Yang amidst the carnage. “This time, you won’t escape. Not only will the Azure Sun Sword Sect and the Guiyuan Martial Sect become enemies, but the entire northern region will descend into turmoil.”

As Qin Fei plotted, new figures arrived at the cemetery. At the forefront was a man exuding the overwhelming presence of the Divine Martial Realm. His appearance bore some resemblance to Gui Teng, but his strength was leagues above.

“So, you’re the one who killed my worthless brother, Gui Teng?” he said, his gaze icy. “You’ve slain my disciples as well. No matter your title, you won’t leave here alive, Xiao Yang.”

More figures joined the fray, including Liu Xiaotian, Liu Ruhuo, and Gui Jianren, each burning with hatred.

“Xiao Yang, your death is certain today.” Liu Xiaotian roared.

“You’ll pay for killing my brother!” Liu Ruhuo snarled. “After I’m done with you, I’ll slaughter every male in your family and sell the women into brothels.”

Xiao Yang’s eyes burned with fury. “You’ll all die here,” he said coldly. He resolved to unleash his full power, no matter the consequences.