"Humph." Yun Feiyang's face was adorned with a sarcastic smile. "Could it be that the so-called overall situation you speak of is to snatch the luck of one's own sect disciples? Could it be that in your eyes, the future of my Sword Sect is so unbearable?"
Yun Feiyang looked at Wu Qingfeng with contempt and sneered. Then he continued, "If that's the case, then the future of the Sword Sect can be discarded!"
"You are so stubborn!" Wu Qingfeng's face was livid. He glanced at Song Huiyang who was nailed to the mountain wall. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "You can ignore the overall situation, but I cannot fail to consider the Sword Sect." Having said that, he looked back at the three people behind him. Wu Qingfeng then continued, "Dear junior brothers, please lend me a hand!"
"Alright!" The three peak masters nodded in succession. Then they stepped forward and stood side by side with Wu Qingfeng. The long swords in their hands were unsheathed one after another. Wu Qingfeng glanced sideways. Zhang Chunyang, who had been keeping his eyes closed and resting all along, seemed to be asleep. His heart settled. He exchanged glances with the three people beside him. Then they all brandished their swords and slashed at Yun Feiyang.
"Humph!" Seeing this, Yun Feiyang snorted coldly. He held up his sword finger and raised it to his chest. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. In the next moment, he slashed out with his sword finger. The crescent sword energy whistled and slashed horizontally in front of Wu Qingfeng and the other four.
Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Who knew that you would be so arrogant. Then don't blame me for being hea...
"Pfft..." At the moment when the sword blade collided with the sword energy, the four people's bodies suddenly shook. Then they were thrown flying by a great force. While still in the air, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Bang!" The sword energy's momentum did not diminish. After leaving an extremely thin and deep sword mark on the mountain wall behind the four people, it slowly disappeared.
"You..." Wu Qingfeng glared at Yun Feiyang in shock and anger. Originally, he thought that Yun Feiyang was being arrogant. In the face of the joint attack of four people, he dared to slash out only one sword energy, and he still used his sword finger. Who would have thought...
Thinking of this, Wu Qingfeng trembled and gritted his teeth. "You have actually broken through to the Xuan Emperor Realm!"
Looking at Wu Qingfeng's furious face, Yun Feiyang said in a cold voice, "If you hadn't lost the heart of a sword cultivator, how could you be stuck in the Xuan Emperor Realm and unable to break through for a long time!"
"Humph! I don't need you to lecture me on what I should do!" Wu Qingfeng snorted coldly. Then he looked at Zhang Chunyang and said loudly, "Sect Master, this Returning Yuan Sword is of great importance. This junior brother is truly powerless. I beseech the Sect Master to take action and preside over the overall situation for the future of the Sword Sect!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhang Chunyang opened his eyes and glanced at Wu Qingfeng. Then he said indifferently, "According to Junior Brother Wu's opinion, how should this overall situation be presided over?"
Wu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment. For a while, he couldn't figure out Zhang Chunyang's intention. But then he still said in a deep voice, "This Returning Yuan Sword is a supreme treasure from ancient times. Placing it in the hands of a disciple at the Xuan Spirit Realm is a bit too wasteful. In this junior brother's humble opinion, a talented person who can shoulder this heavy responsibility should be selected to control this Returning Yuan Sword. This is a long-term plan."
"Truly a foolish opinion!" Yun Feiyang was not at all polite. "Divine swords have spirits. This Sword Tomb has existed for tens of thousands of years. How many talents have come and gone and entered it? But it has chosen Fang Chen. Isn't this enough to explain everything?"
Yun Feiyang stared directly at Wu Qingfeng and shouted loudly, "Could it be that you, Wu Qingfeng, think that you have more right than this supreme treasure itself to decide its ownership?"
"You!" Choked by Yun Feiyang, Wu Qingfeng's face alternated between green and white. But due to his strength and face, he had to turn his head and look at Zhang Chunyang again and say, "Sect Master, this Returning Yuan Sword has appeared in the Sword Tomb. It must be a great fortune bestowed upon my Sword Sect by heaven. Therefore, this Returning Yuan Sword must be in the hands of someone from my Sword Sect!"
"Ridiculous!" Yun Feiyang said in a cold voice, "Could it be that Fang Chen is not a disciple of my Sword Sect?!"
"Humph!" Wu Qingfeng glanced at Fang Chen who was sitting cross-legged and healing. "Although he is a disciple of my Sword Sect, he has achieved nothing since he joined the Sword Sect. He himself has no outstanding qualities. Why should the Returning Yuan Sword be given to him?"