Black energy swirled, confusing the martial artists' minds. Anyone touched by this black gas fell into madness, attacking their fellow warriors without a shred of rationality. As the crowd faced this daunting black energy, one person stepped forward.
Dressed in pure white, he resembled a celestial being descended to the mortal realm, radiating an aura of righteous energy. The white light enveloping him appeared sacred and pure. The aura of righteousness surged like a swift wind, sweeping away the black mist wherever it went. Even those who had been confused by the black energy began to regain their senses, looking around in bewilderment, completely unaware of what had just occurred.
They only saw the figure of Ling Feng, surrounded by a glow of righteousness that resembled the light of justice. For a moment, they were mesmerized, thinking they had encountered a divine being.
Even the disciples of the three major sects, who had just been defeated by Ling Feng, felt an involuntary sense of admiration towards him. The righteous energy was dignified, upright, and honorable, dispelling the malevolent aura surrounding them.
Ling Feng opened his mouth and unleashed his sword technique again, combining it with the righteous aura to drive away the black energy entirely.
"Junior Brother, how many surprises do you have in store for us?" Gu Linglong marveled.
"If I am not mistaken, this should be the legendary Righteous Aura. It is said that only those who are upright and noble-hearted can possess such a profound energy! I never expected Junior Brother to have such immense Righteous Aura. You are not a saint in the mortal realm, are you?" Feng Xiaoyao remarked.
The others looked at Ling Feng, their eyes filled with deep admiration. At that moment, Ling Feng was branded with labels of righteousness and divinity—kindness, justice, selflessness, and integrity were all attributed to him. After all, the Righteous Aura did not deceive!
The disciples and elders of the three major sects exchanged complex glances. They could never have imagined that the one they regarded as a demon, a lunatic, and a despicable villain could possess such Righteous Aura. Did this mean they were the true villains?
"Let it be. In the future, we should avoid being enemies with Ling Feng."
"Fighting against such a gentleman makes me feel ashamed."
Some sect disciples showed expressions of guilt. Ling Feng noticed this and was taken aback. "Wow. The effects of the Righteous Aura are quite remarkable! This could be very useful for brainwashing!"
At that moment, the dispersed black gas surged from beneath the ground once more. Ling Feng realized that the source of the black energy was not here; merely driving it away would not suffice—he needed to confront its source to stop it.
"You all leave first. I will go find the sect master to understand the situation," Ling Feng instructed.
"Okay. Junior Brother, you must be careful!" they all replied, knowing that their presence could hinder Ling Feng, and they had to leave.
After sending them off, Ling Feng headed deeper into the Hidden Sword Manor.
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Cangjian Mountain Manor.
In an underground sword tomb!
A black demonic sword was stuck in a sword pool, and beside it lay a pure white sword, radiant and bright. Unlike the demonic sword, this one emanated a glow of light, attempting to suppress the aura of the demonic sword!
"Haha, the Light Sword forged by the ancestors of the Feng family is indeed impressive. No wonder it has been able to suppress the demonic sword for so many years. Unfortunately, with the power of the Myriad Spirits Blood Pearl, you will no longer be able to contain it!" an old man with white hair laughed.
In his hand, he held a blood-red pearl the size of a fist, which emitted waves of blood energy, continually merging into the black demonic sword.
The demonic aura of the sword grew stronger, gradually overpowering the Light Sword. The entire sword tomb felt eerily ominous, resembling a hellish realm, sending chills down one's spine.
At that moment, a figure burst into the sword tomb, radiating a powerful sword intent. The white-haired old man turned to see Feng Zhengyang, his face filled with fury and his eyes icy as he stared at him. Yet, the old man remained unconcerned. "You've finally arrived."
"It's you! The top of the Evil Rankings, the Great Evil King!"
The Great Evil King, leader of the Evil Rankings, was a renowned figure, known for his terrifying martial arts that absorbed the blood of others. Thousands of martial artists had perished at his hands over the years, and countless innocent lives were lost. He had always been the greatest scourge of the Great Zhou!
"Feng Zhengyang, your Hidden Sword Manor is truly foolish! You possess such a powerful weapon but choose to seal it within this sword tomb!"
"If you could wield this sword, the Feng family could easily change the dynasty and unify the martial world!" the Great Evil King grinned, looking at the demonic sword with fervor.
"You are the true fool! This demonic sword cannot be controlled by any human! Once touched, one will be manipulated! If you think otherwise, why do you think my ancestors sealed it?" Feng Zhengyang retorted.
"Foolish words! I, a Martial Saint, would not be controlled by a mere sword! And as for harming the world… what do I care for the world?! As long as I can wield this power, slaughtering all is merely an honor!" The Great Evil King sneered.
Feng Zhengyang's gaze sharpened; he remembered that the opponent was the top of the Evil Rankings—a villain capable of anything. Discussing morality with him was utterly useless.
"Then today, I will bring you to justice right here!" Feng Zhengyang unsheathed the sword at his waist.
He slashed out, and the sword energy burst forth like a dragon, incredibly powerful!
The Great Evil King was unyielding, unleashing a palm strike. The clash between the sword energy and palm energy shook the entire sword tomb.
Both were Martial Saint level experts, and their battle was cataclysmic!
During the fight, the Myriad Spirits Blood Pearl dropped into the sword pool. Feng Zhengyang's expression darkened as he saw it. "The Myriad Spirits Blood Pearl! An evil object that requires the blood essence of countless lives to refine! You are truly damned!"
"They are just a bunch of worthless peasants! Using their deaths to awaken the demonic sword is their glory!" the Great Evil King scoffed.
The demonic sword in the sword pool began to hum ominously, producing a sound like ten thousand ghosts wailing, causing a splitting headache.
Meanwhile, the Light Sword could no longer suppress the demonic sword, its glow fading, and the sword body began to shatter!
With the Light Sword breaking apart, the demonic sword soared from the sword pool!
It flew directly into the hands of the Great Evil King.
Now wielding the demonic sword, the Great Evil King's aura surged dramatically, a torrent of chaotic demonic energy blending with his own, pushing Feng Zhengyang back!
"This is the power of the demonic sword, truly formidable!"
"Now, even if the top of the Heavenly Rankings, the Sky-Splitting Sword Saint, were to come, I would have the confidence to slay him before me!" The Great Evil King laughed loudly.
His eyes turned pitch black, resembling a demonic being of the sword!
Suddenly, a surge of Righteous Aura poured in from outside the sword tomb.
The surrounding evil energy was driven away by this righteous aura, and the demonic sword in the Great Evil King's hand trembled as if it had encountered a natural enemy!
The Great Evil King turned his gaze towards the entrance of the sword tomb, coldly asking, "Who is it?!"
"Your grandfather," Ling Feng replied indifferently, stepping forward.
He was enveloped in a vast righteous aura, resembling a celestial being, even more like a saint!