Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 147, Garrison

A courtyard in the small town, different from other buildings in the town, is built lavishly. Amid the jade tiles and flying eaves, a stream flows through the courtyard. Around the courtyard, squads of black-clad martial artists patrol, a sense of bloodthirstiness permeating them, evidently having many lives on their hands.

In the shadows, numerous experts also guard, constantly watching the surroundings without a moment’s relaxation.

The innermost part of the courtyard houses a large hall, occupying a quarter of the courtyard’s land.

Inside the large hall.

Several young women are singing and dancing gracefully, their long sleeves revealing patches of snow-white skin like coagulated fat. In their eyes, hints of endless despair and apathy can be glimpsed.

"Good, good, good!"

Sitting at the head of the hall is a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, his eyes sharp like a hawk. His arms are coarse, and beside him lies a Tiger Head Saber, exceeding two meters in length, gleaming coldly. The voice of praise comes from him.

"President, a subordinate just reported that a master offended our Skull Society members at Fortune Inn!"

An elder by his left side respectfully said, bowing slightly.

"Didn’t Old Fourth go to handle it? A young lad can’t stir up any wind waves!"

The pockmarked man said indifferently, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He hates being disturbed while watching performances, even by his own brothers.

The seven of them, originally bandits in the Life and Death Gorge, roamed for days, living through countless perilous situations, and relying on their brutality and bloodliness, they all acquired considerable strength. Ultimately, they sought refuge with the Black Water Sect, and under its support, gradually grew stronger; now they’ve become the largest force in the town.

Indeed, most martial artists selling false ship plates in the town are Skull Society members. This activity is tacitly approved by the Black Water Sect; otherwise, any organization daring to sell would have been annihilated by Black Water Sect long ago.

Of course, most of the Spirit Stones they get must be handed over to the Black Water Sect, leaving only a small portion for themselves. Even so, over the years, the accumulated Spirit Stones are terrifying.

Bang bang bang.....

The two large doors of the hall were suddenly flung open, and two black shadows swiftly flew in. When everyone saw clearly, their faces changed dramatically, for the black shadows were actually two corpses. The dancing girls in the hall instantly turned pale, emitting high-pitched screams.

"Is this the Skull Society’s base?"

The pockmarked man sharply raised his head, seeing a white-clad youth whose robe billowed inwards, his handsome face filled with boundless murderous intent. In his hand, he held a Treasure Sword, at the other end of it stood Old Fourth, trembling with fear.

"Yes, yes...."

The shadowy elder hastily replied.

"Good then!"

Poof!

Chu Minglan shook his Red Sword, immediately triggering inches of Sword Aura, effortlessly beheading the elder, blood soaking the floor. The dancing girls screamed in terror, frantically fleeing outside with disheveled clothes.

"Who are you?"

The pockmarked man asked gravely. Since the founding of the Skull Society, this was the first instance of someone breaking into their base. If word spread, how would he save face, particularly since the intruder was a mere youth.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What’s important is if you do not bring out the fortune Skull Society accumulated over the years, then there is no need for Skull Society to exist!"

Chu Ming stated indifferently, surveying the remaining three people in the hall. In the courtyard, he had already killed three True Dao Martial Artists. Including the shadowy elder, that made four. Hence, Skull Society had only three True Dao Martial Artists left at present.

"Arrogant!"

The pockmarked man said coldly, pressing the hilt of the Tiger Head Saber with his foot. The saber immediately flew up, causing a gust of wind waves, and with a grab, the saber appeared in his hand, fiercely slashing towards Chu Ming.

The Tiger Head Saber weighed a thousand pounds, yet in the pockmarked man’s hand, it still generated fierce winds, accompanied by constant whistling sounds, crushing and shattering the air.

Swoosh!

As the pockmarked man moved, Chu Ming also drew his sword. Three sword lights burst forth from his sword, illuminating the entire hall like bright snow.

"Three Talents Swordsmanship!"

The three sword lights spread out: one to the right, another to the left, and the last directly attacking the Tiger Head Saber, slicing the air with a humming sound.

Poof poof poof.....

Ding!

The sound of flesh tearing echoed. On the sides of the hall, two True Dao Martial Artists were struck dead by a single sword from Chu Ming.

The True Dao Martial Artists in Skull Society were merely ordinary martial artists, their cultivation techniques average, incomparable to the Nether Night Association assassins. After all, the Nether Night Association is a major force in the Celestial Realm, lacking nothing in terms of cultivation techniques and martial skills.

"Damn!"

One of Chu Ming’s sword lights also repelled the pockmarked man. Once he stabilized his stance, he saw only himself remaining in the hall, the other two True Dao Martial Artists dead.

Swearing angrily, the pockmarked man swung his saber, transforming into a black whirlwind, slashing towards Chu Ming. As he charged, the ground cracked like a spiderweb, dust rising, displaying fierce momentum.

Ding!

Chu Ming’s figure flashed, a gleam of light streaking past. Unnoticed when, the Blue Red Sword had already blocked the Tiger Head Saber, resembling a divine stroke, lamb horns hanging, sparks flying, creating a fire rain.

Ding ding ding!

Blocked by Chu Ming’s strike, the pockmarked man swung the saber repeatedly, each swing faster than the last, leaving countless shadows in space. Yet every attack was easily parried by Chu Ming, sometimes even counterattacked.

Applying Slaughter Sword Intent into the Sword Force increased Chu Ming’s sword light’s sharpness. Each casual strike could easily kill a True Dao Martial Artist. However, the pockmarked man wasn’t weak either; otherwise, he wouldn’t be the president of Skull Society.

The Tiger Head Saber could both attack and defend. After each attack, he would retreat, holding the saber horizontally before his chest to block Chu Ming’s sword light. The sword light striking the saber left white streaks.

"Tiger Roar Slash!"

Retreating momentarily, the pockmarked man gritted his teeth, positioning the Tiger Head Saber before his chest, then slashed forward. Immediately, a tiger’s roar echoed, a yellow tiger formed by Spiritual Power appeared behind him, roaring skywards, accompanied by a Light Slash, rushing towards Chu Ming.

"Shadowless Burn!"

A sword light ignited. Embedded within it was dense Slaughter Sword Intent, sword light burning like rootless fire, light and shadow mingling, sharp and cold.

Though the Shadowless Sword was merely a top-tier Profound Level martial technique, Chu Ming had cultivated it to Mastery. Its displayed power hadn’t reached Earth Level techniques’ level, but had surpassed the Profound Level category.