Chapter 2 Chapter The Sword Monarch

There are many different opinions on the subject of gods and ghosts.

It is a world of mystery and metaphysics.

In the world, there are cultivators who fly to the sky and hide from the world, there are great scholars who paint mountains and rivers, there are giants who move mountains and hills, and there are demons and evils who transform themselves into thousands of things.

Since cultivators can fly in the sky with their swords and great demons can swallow cities and destroy towns, gods and ghosts may not be legends.

Yun Que's staring eyes were dead set on the short man in the corner.

He couldn't tell if he was a human or a ghost. But he was able to sneak into the Sword Trial Building under the eyes of the Sword Palace's emissary, he must not be ordinary.

"What happened in Hanshui City back then! How exactly did my father die! Where did all the 100,000 soldiers go!"

Yun Que's eyes flooded with blood as he shouted out this roar that had been buried in his heart for five long years.

Even a hundred thousand ants would fight before being trapped to death, let alone a hundred thousand soldiers, a great troop led by his father, who was known as the First Military God of Yan!

Ever since the bad news came five years ago, the only thing left in Yun Que's heart was the empty city that stood on the banks of the Hanshui River.

He vowed to find out the truth and clear his father's name!

"Dead, all dead..."

The short man let out a strange sound that he didn't know whether it was a cry or a laugh, and his figure slowly dissipated.

If it wasn't for the Nine Disasters Sword in front of him, Yun Que would have thought that he was in a dream world.

Caressing the sword case, Yun Que's eyes reddened.

He had not seen his mother since he was a child and was dependent on his father.

As a child, he used to sit on his father's shoulder and ask about his mother's whereabouts.

"Dad, everyone has mom, why don't I have one?"

"Who says you don't have a mother! I can't give birth to babies, so of course you was born by your mother."

"What about my mother? Why didn't she come to us?"

"Because I played with women around and left so many affairs, I can't remember which woman gave birth to you."

"You liar!"

Whenever this happened, the little Yun Que would see his father staring at the clouds in fascination, murmuring to himself,

"There is no such good thing as a god, the free world is the best, sooner or later, one day, father will take your mother back, and we will be reunited as a family."

A fleeting memory, a momentary lapse...

"The free world is the best..."

Yun Que whispered and took a deep breath, suppressing his surging thoughts and grabbing the long sword in the sword case.

In an instant, a stormy and terrifying sword qi followed!

As Yun Que picked up the Nine Disasters Sword, his vision blurred for an instant, as if he had traveled through countless years to see a vicious battle from the ancient past.

A man in green robe was standing on the top of clouds, holding a long sword, flying like an immortal.

Surrounding the man in the green robe was a behemoth that could be considered terrifying!

There were huge demonic shadows that were almost as high as heaven and earth!

There was the Buddha with the Dharma majesty of the sun and the moon atop his head!

There were huge beasts covered in fire and ferocious flames!

There were three-headed, six-armed demonic beings with golden light!

These terrifying existences actually joined hands to bombard the man in the green robe. The earth and sky lost color, the clouds shattered, and countless cracks littered the void, as if the entire earth and sky were going to be torn apart by this vicious battle.

The green figure, on the other hand, was riding a long sword, flying idly amidst the demonic shadows and Buddha's light, the blazing flames and golden lights.

One sword came out, cut off the devil's head!

Second sword came out, destroyed the Buddha's light!

Third sword came out, the giant beast broke into two, and the demon's six arms were all broken!

The green silhouette took one step at a time, gradually transforming into a sword light that shone brightly in heaven and earth, just like a great sun rising from the clouds.

This scene was a shocking sight to Yun Que, at this moment, his mind was blank, only two words remained.

Sword Monarch!

The thought had just arisen when a booming thunder sounded in Yun Que's ears, and countless golden lightning rays descended from the sky, filling all the images with overwhelming thunder light.

With a stabbing pain in his head, Yun Que woke up with a start.

He was still in the wooden building, and the Sword Monarch and Thunder Light had long since disappeared, just like a big dream.

"Who was the Sword Monarch just now... Could he be related to the Nine Disasters Sword? And what are those golden thunderbolts?"

Yun Que breathed heavily and shocked.

Looking at the Nine Disasters Sword in his hand again, many cracks appeared at some point.

Those cracks were by no means new cracks, but were full of ancient desolation. As if each crack represented a vicious battle that had changed the color of heaven and earth.

The sound of sword whistles echoed outside the door, and the third sword qi baptism was about to begin.

Yun Que didn't have time to think much and pushed out the door with the Nine Disasters Sword.

There were only six people left.

Other than Chu Xi and Han Jiao's middle-grade magic weapons which were unharmed, the long swords of the remaining people were more or less shattered.

They didn't want to give up this opportunity and intended to give it one last shot.

Seeing Yun Que appear, Chu Xi was very surprised, then overjoyed.

"You actually didn't escape? Haha, great! Your broken sword definitely won't be able to hold up to the third sword qi baptism, I'll see how you die!"

A few rich kids with magic weapons chimed in.

"Yun, you deserve it! You won't be able to get out of the Sword Trial Building today!"

"I don't like him anymore, he beats up whoever curses his father, how about we curse today! Your father is a coward and a waste, a disgrace to our country!"

A few rich kids recklessly shouted and cursed to their heart's content.

After this test, their identities with Yun Que would change drastically.

They would become high and mighty disciples of the Sword Palace, while Yun Que would continue to bear the shameful title and waste away his years in Yanmen Town.

Han Jiao on the side couldn't help but say,

"Don't bully the youth. Not being able to enter the Sword Palace is not the same as not being able to cultivate in this life, maybe he has another chance."

Chu Xi sneered, "Another chance? Even he himself doesn't believe it, right? The son of a coward should be a loser for life!"

Buzz...

The sound of the sword trembling went from small to large.

Yun Que raised his sword over the top, his gaze suddenly sharp, "You still haven't suffered enough over the years, in that case, let's have some more!"

Clang!

As the sword slashed down, wood shavings flew, and a large hole was cut into the ground of the Sword Trial Building!

Previously, Chu Xi had only hacked out a small pit in the ground, allowing the sword qi in the building to enhance more than three times, and Yun Que's move was equivalent to demolishing the entire floor.

Chu Xi and other people were jaw-dropped with fear.

Outside the building, two Sword Palace emissaries were chatting idly.

"Yanmen Town's children are quite talented, especially the girl called Han Jiao should be a Spirit Body, after going back, the seniors will have to battle again."

"That Hanshui Marquis is truly courageous, he came to test for five years in a row. I'm afraid I haven't encountered anyone like him since the establishment of the Sword Palace."

"The fighting spirit aroused by the first roll of drums is depleted by the second and exhausted by the third. He failed more than three times, he would certainly have no opportunity to pass the test."

"Indeed, but there are always some stubbornness in the world... Ah... how the building is crooked!"

The two Sword Palace emissaries froze as they watched the Sword Trial Building slowly tilting.

Inside the building, the sword wind was raging at the moment!

The broken ground inspired the maximum power of the spell formation, and the entire Sword Trial Building let out an unbearable crunching sound, about to collapse.

Above the heads of everyone in the building, a cyclone ten times stronger than before appeared!

The sword qi seemed like a spinning scythe, whistling down.

A few tester who held lower-grade magic weapons were directly churned to pieces with their long swords, and flew out of the building covered in blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The only ones who persevered were Yun Que, Chu Xi and Han Jiao.

Among them, Yun Que was at ease.

The Nine Disasters Sword was like a fish in water in his hands. Although he couldn't cut down the sword qi, the grade was far superior to the other two's middle-grade artifacts, and it was easy to block the surge of trial sword qi!

Chu Xi gradually couldn't support himself.

He was in the worst physical condition and had long been overwhelmed.

On the verge of failure, Chu Xi clenched his teeth and raised the Blue Magpie Sword to charge at Yun Que.

"If I can't go to the Sword Palace, neither can you!"

Fighting wasn't forbidden in the Sword Trial Building, it was just that no one did that.

Even resisting the sword qi baptism took all of one's strength, so who had the leisure to look for trouble from others.

Without dodging or avoiding, Yun Que raised his sword and chopped, only to hear the crunching sound of gold and iron exploding.

After the sword light, the Blue Magpie Sword broke into two pieces.

"My sword! My Middle-grade Blue Magpie Sword!"

Chu Xi was shocked out of his wits.

Without waiting for him to pick up the broken sword, he was directly blown away by the incoming trial sword qi.

Han Jiao witnessed everything, and she was amazed beyond belief.

The Trial Sword Qi that landed on her was incredibly thick and pressurized her, but the other person, Yun Que, instead stood at ease as usual.

When Han Jiao was about to be unable to hold on, he saw Yun Jiao lift his sword and chop.

"Do not bully the youth, if a man has a will, he will have a chance."

As the young man whispered, the trial sword qi above Han Jiao's head was split more than halfway.

He was not beheading her, but helping her!

Han Jiao was like a drowning person grabbing a life preserver, trying her best to finally hold on.

With a loud roar, the wooden building could no longer support itself and collapsed away.

The people watching exclaimed and scattered for cover.

In the midst of the boards and debris tumbling about, the white-clothed boy stood with his head held high!

While Yun Que was pleasantly surprised, he was even more deeply puzzled.

The Nine Disasters Sword, which was still in his hand a moment ago, had inexplicably disappeared!