Supreme Emperor of Swords

ea of the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain.

The next moment, a strong force rose to the sky in the eastern area of the sect gate.

It was like a massive shield, completely sealing off the entire east side.

This force was so majestic that even people who didn’t know martial arts could see the golden barrier with their naked eyes the moment it appeared.
Within thousands of miles, countless creatures trembled.
People could feel its existence from hundreds of miles away.
Anyone who tried to break into the eastern area of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would be ruthlessly attacked by it.

Everyone looked up blankly at the figure standing on the edge of the cliff.

It was like a miracle.

Ding Hao waved his rusted sword.
The world shook with his movement.
He shouted each word like a decree, full of solemnity and majesty.

He kept his word.

This force was sensed by the super experts of the Snow Province’s major sects.
They couldn’t help but feel shocked.

Not far away, Yin Zuimo and the others from the Heavenly Sound Valley were also stunned.
They looked at the figure on the side of the cliff in disbelief.

Seeing was believing.
Although they had heard about how Ding Hao had killed the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect’s sword practitioners, they had not seen it with their own eyes, so they were not impressed.
But this time, they had almost forgotten to breathe at the sight of such monstrous power.

Even tracing back to tens of thousands of years, no one in Snow Province had been able to perform this technique.

Yin Zuimo’s judgment was more acute than that of the ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sound Valley, so she knew better what all of this meant.
Not to mention other things, Ding Hao’s mysterious inscription technique alone could dominate the Snow Province.

At least in her memory, there was no one who could compete with such formidable power.

If she had to name one, only the mysterious Deity Phoenix Great Sage might be able to fight with Ding Hao.

With Ding Hao’s presence, the rise of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would be unstoppable.

Yin Zuimo suddenly felt a little envious of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
Why didn’t the Heavenly Sound Valley have such a genius?

While she was thinking, Ding Hao performed the inscription technique again.

This time, he rose into the air, hovered in the void a kilometer above, and looked down at the entire Swordsmanship-seeking mountain to observe the terrain.
After thinking for a while, he waved his rusted sword and engraved the inscriptions in the void:

“To the southeast of Mountain Lu stand the Five Elders Peaks.
Like golden lotus flowers, they cut into the blue sky.
Over the peaks, I enjoyed the panoramic views of Jiu Jiang.
How I want to dwell there, among the clouds and pine trees.

“The road to Shu is harder than scaling the sky afar! Can Cong and Yu Fu of ancient dates were kings of the land with frontiers.
Blocked off from neighboring states, for thousands upon thousands of years.
To the west stands the Great Taibai the mountain high, through which up to the crest of Emei birds can fly.
Under the crumbled peak the five brave warriors died, then the ladder to heaven hooked the stone-wood bridge’s side.
Above the six-dragon cart finds the peak standing in the way, below is the zigzagging river with torrents roaring all day…”

Ding Hao recited from memory several ancient poems that described the precipitous terrain, including the Ode to Hard Roads to Sichuan written by Li Bai, the Poet Immortal.
There were several hundred words, and each word absorbed a large amount of Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.

In particular, immersed in the purple dragon Qi spreading from the landfill area at the back mountain, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s mountain range grew richer in Spiritual Qi.
While in this environment, Ding Hao’s inscriptions showed greater power.
Utilizing with the terrain, he mobilized the surrounding “momentum” and injected the inscriptions into various directions around the sect.

Streaks of golden or silver flames rose into the sky, like invisible giant swords, densely appearing around the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
They contained endless killing intent, which was strong enough to shatter the void.
They almost blocked all the entrances and exits to the sect, forming an extremely horrifying sword formation.

This sword formation was many times stronger than the one the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect had placed in the landfill area at the back of the mountain.

From then on, it would become the strongest defense of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

If anyone wanted to attack them, they would have to break this sword formation first, which contained two kinds of Qi: Heaven Fire and Hell Ice.
With the supreme power of the rusted sword and the favorable terrain, the formation could continue to absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Over time, it would become increasingly stronger.

No one could break such an inscription sword formation unless they were experts at the Martial Sage realm.

After doing all this, however strong he was, Ding Hao couldn’t help but feel tired.

He descended and landed on the Sword-snatching Rock again.
He recovered after adjusting his breath for a while.

Ding Hao didn’t stop after setting up the sword formation.
Instead, he set up hundreds of large and small inscription formations in various key places of the mountain gate.
Once the outer formations were broken, the small ones could also guard the mountain and deter the enemies.

After witnessing all this, the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect were enraptured.

This was the benefit of having an outstanding expert in the sect.
It was said that a dog swaggers when its master wins favor.
In this cruel world, having an unrivaled super expert meant having the most powerful deterrence against all enemies.

Ding Hao then taught a few trustworthy elites of the sect how to activate different formations and told them how to cooperate.

This was one of the things he had been planning to do for a long time.
It had finally been done.

It took him an entire day to set up the inscription formations.

In the evening, Wang Juefeng, Guan Feidu, and the others looked for Ding Hao again and briefed him about the sect events in the past few days.
However, Ding Hao was not interested in those mundane matters at all.
He felt a headache after only dealing with it for a while.

Fortunately, there was Ji Yingqi, the smart little girl.
Although she didn’t have much inside knowledge of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, she always had insightful suggestions, which amazed everyone.

There was news sent from various sources.

Unfortunately, there was still no information about Lin Xin and Li Canyang.

What worried Ding Hao was that his good friend Fang Tianyi had also disappeared.
No one had seen him since their enemies withdrew.
According to one disciple, the last time he saw Fang Tianyi was more than ten days before.
The two had been sent to the mysterious crystal mine, and he never saw him again.

The cold moonlight shone upon the earth like falling frost.

There were still lights inside the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
The disciples were busy repairing the sect day and night.

Ding Hao went to the cliff of the landfill area at the back mountain.

Along the way, he greeted the familiar faces with smiles.
What welcomed Ding Hao was pairs of respectful and admiring eyes.

Tang Folei’s words before his death were correct.
At present, Ding Hao was like a god in the eyes of the whole Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
Even if Li Jianyi, Qi Qingshan, and the others were resurrected, it would be difficult for them to compare with Ding Hao in terms of personal prestige.

In the distance, the Young Sword Master Guan Feidu was already waiting at the edge of the cliff.

Guan Feidu said with a smile, “Martial Uncle Ding, I heard that you want to go deep into the abyss.
I picked some disciples who are familiar with the terrain inside the mine.
Why don’t you let them go with you?”

The Young Sword Master seemed to have regained his former self-confidence.
He was still dressed in a white robe, a handsome man with a graceful bearing.
After the disaster of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, he seemed to have become more reserved, with a mature temperament.

Behind him, 20 well-equipped disciples looked at Ding Hao excitedly.

It was their dream to enter the mine with the god of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Unfortunately, Ding Hao politely declined by shaking his head and saying, “No, you guys take this time to rest.
I can go by myself.”

Before he finished speaking—

Ding Hao had turned into a flowing light, disappearing right in front of them.

Guan Feidu shook his head.
Although the 20 disciples were a little disappointed, they could still brag about having had a once-in-a-lifetime close encounter with one of the gods of the sect.

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