Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 587 - 214: Integration of Yin and Yang, A Mixture of Dominance and Hegemony (6602 merged into 1)

This place is a critical area within the Baiyang Sword Sect, surrounded by several layers of defenses, with hidden experts lurking about, yet someone managed to approach undetected.

Liu Qizheng was like a startled bird, his right hand gripping a sword.

Ke Junyan's expression had already returned to its usual state, and he said in a moderate tone, "Visitors are guests, if you wish to speak, please come inside to talk."

Before his voice had fallen, his right sleeve swept swiftly, releasing a chilling Sword Qi that swept out.

The sealed doors were torn to shreds, the edges sharp, weaving into the Sword Qi and adding to its power.

The Sword Qi surged forth, a technique mastered by the Baiyang Sword Sect.

And yet, these extremely sharp streams of Sword Qi dissipated into nothingness three steps after sweeping out. The visitor was clad in a green robe, his expression light and indifferent. The Sword Qi dissipated just three steps in front of him, causing a slight flutter in his green robe.

He raised his eyes, lightly flicking his clothes, and said indifferently, "Since you say visitors are guests, I have yet to see such a method of welcoming guests."

Ke Junyan replied indifferently,

"For unwanted guests, this is only fitting, but I do not know what brings you here?"

The visitor laughed softly and said,

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"I propose that the Sect Leader join forces with the Jade Ruin Temple to confront Red Cliff..."

Before the voice had ceased, a clanging sound was heard as the longsword lying horizontally on the table next to Ke Junyan rang out of its scabbard. Ke Junyan gripped the sword and tore through the air with a dazzling stream of light, stabbing directly at the green-robed visitor's heart.

It arrived in an instant!

As if having foreknowledge, the man in green remained calm and indifferent, casually stepping aside while his sleeve whirled naturally, his right hand raised.

With a slight bend of his fingers, he lightly flicked the oncoming Sword Edge.

At the moment of contact, a strand of cyan Sword Gang appeared on the fingertips, filled with lethal sharpness.

The sound of the sword cried out suddenly.

The brilliance on the longsword shattered, and those strands of Sword Gang had already vanished, leaving Liu Qizheng and Ke Junyan with the impression that the visitor had countered the sword with his bare finger.

They passed by each other in an instant.

As they brushed past, the man in green maintained his calm demeanor, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Like two famous swords suddenly drawn from their sheaths, they pierced directly into Ke Junyan's pupils, sending a chill down his spine in an instant, causing his use of only 70% of his strength to subconsciously retreat even further.

Swordsmen are known for their forward-moving sharp essence, refusing to retreat. At this moment, as Ke Junyan retreated, his sharp essence greatly diminished, and the visitor casually stepped forward. As his sleeve fluttered, his hand spread wide over Ke Junyan's face.

The hand was fair-skinned, with traces of faint golden light circulating, as if the whole world were collapsing, the oppressive force making Ke Junyan's breath catch. Instinctively, he conjured Heaven and Earth Phenomena, the swords hidden in their sheaths soared toward the sky.

The visitor's actions did not stop.

With just three strikes, no phenomena were displayed, but in Ke Junyan's eyes, the intent was profound, belonging neither to this shore nor to the far shore, nor to the midst of the river—only that palm remained real.

More real than ever.

The Buddha spoke of Three Thousand Techniques, including the mighty Vajra Prajna of moving mountains.

The visitor in green remained composed.

As one palm fell, the sheer brute force caused Ke Junyan's expression to shift. With the second palm, his vital energies were greatly shaken. By the third palm, Ke Junyan could no longer hold his ground, staggering back three steps, each step embedding three inches into the stone.

The Heaven and Earth Phenomena immediately shattered.

The Sword Qi was cold and clear, but now it scattered like broken white jade, a glow falling across the courtyard.

Ke Junyan looked up, the visitor stood merely three steps away, his hands behind his back, his visage light and indifferent. Liu Qizheng hadn't found an opportunity to intervene, the sound of footsteps resounded, and dozens of Martial Artists brandishing sharp blades rushed in from outside.

Ke Junyan caught his breath a few times, his palm tightening around the weapon. Although he had suffered a slight setback just now, he was generally unharmed. Holding the longsword, he summoned the Heaven and Earth Phenomena once more. The chill on the Sword Edge in his hand was intense, no longer probing with just 70% of his strength like before.

The bright moon was in the sky, and behind him, Martial Artists brandished their longswords, traversing around the courtyard, connecting Heaven and Earth with emerging phenomena.

The visitor in green, peaceful in demeanor, gracefully bowed to Ke Junyan.

Behind him, the heavens were dark, with a bright moon above. One above and one below, the Qi Mechanism intertwined, making the visitor's aura even more profound.

He stood up and vanished instantly.

Ke Junyan's expression shifted subtly, and he swiftly took several steps forward, only to truly find no trace of the visitor, his face quickly changing between hope and despair.

Within the Shaolin Temple,

Wang Anfeng let out a long breath, finally relaxing.

The recent bout had seen him, of the Sixth Rank, nearly coercing a Fifth Rank sect leader with his Inner Strength, which had greatly depleted him. He could have continued, but that would have diminished the impression of unfathomability, bordering on overdoing it.

Since it was a matter of weighing options, he could only give Ke Junyan some more incentive to make a decision.

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

This was where he differed most from Yuchi Jie.

His own Martial Arts prowess was a chip that no one in the world could ignore.

The next day, Ke Junyan appeared as composed as ever, seemingly unaffected by the previous night's events, and leisurely left the courtyard. Liu Qizheng had already brought a Disciple rushing towards him, his complexion pale.

Ke Junyan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Elder Liu, what has caused such panic?"

Liu Qizheng's face was deathly pale as he replied,

"Today, someone delivered something to the Sword Sect..."

"What is it?"

Liu Qizheng opened and closed his mouth but did not answer, instead opening the wooden box to reveal a Jade Pendant, made of high-quality white jade and in a very familiar design.

Ke Junyan's gaze turned rigid, instinctively reaching towards his waist.

It was empty.

Ke Junyan, always so meticulous and disciplined, had not even noticed the loss of his Jade Pendant until now when he was suddenly startled into realization.