After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 69:

Xiao Yang’s intent to kill them provoked mocking laughter from Liu Xiaotian, his son, and Gui Jianren.

“Xiao Yang, have you lost your mind? My uncle is a mighty expert in the Divine Martial Realm. Do you, a mere mid-tier sword grandmaster of the Heavenly Martial Realm, think you can survive against him?” Gui Jianren sneered.

“Elder Gui, this Xiao Yang is the one who shamelessly attacked and killed Gui Teng at the city gate yesterday while Gui Teng was unprepared. You must not let him go unpunished!”

“Yes, yes! This Xiao Yang, despite being the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, is utterly despicable and shameless. He deserves to be executed!” Liu Xiaotian and his son eagerly added, embellishing Xiao Yang’s alleged crimes.

“So that’s the truth!” Gui Yijian’s eyes flared with fury as he fixed his gaze on Xiao Yang, his anger seemingly ready to explode. “I knew it! How could a mere mid-tier sword grandmaster of the Heavenly Martial Realm have killed my second brother, who had just broken through to the half-step Divine Martial Realm? It turns out you took advantage of his unstable state to launch a sneak attack, you disgraceful coward!”

Gui Yijian was enraged beyond measure. Gui Teng, having recently broken through, had represented a new peak for the Gui family within the Guiyuan Martial Sect. His ascension would have greatly elevated their standing. Now, that future was lost forever.

“Uncle, my second uncle died too tragically, too unjustly! You must kill him and avenge my poor uncle!” Gui Jianren gritted his teeth, his hatred for Xiao Yang practically tangible.

The memory of Xiao Yang humiliating him in public, slapping him, and beating him to the point where nearly all his teeth were knocked out was fresh. In Yuanlong City, Gui Jianren had always been domineering, his actions unchallenged. Now, the humiliation burned deep, and he wished nothing more than to tear Xiao Yang into pieces.

“Xiao Yang, I’ll take your head, place it in a box, and send it to the Azure Sun Sword Sect. I’ll make sure everyone there understands the price of offending the Guiyuan Martial Sect!” Gui Yijian declared, his body emanating a terrifying aura that caused the very heavens and earth to dim.

In an instant, a sword domain emerged, its immense sword energy enveloping the entire area. Within this domain, Gui Yijian appeared as the ruler of the world, dictating the life and death of everyone within.

“This…” Liu Xiaotian and his son, along with Gui Jianren, were both astonished and elated.

Gui Yijian’s sword domain was a testament to his prowess as a Divine Martial Realm swordmaster. Under his sword intent, Liu Xiaotian and his son felt as though countless invisible divine swords were pointed at them, ready to reduce them to pulp with a single thought from Gui Yijian.

This was the terror of a Divine Martial Realm swordmaster.

To them, Xiao Yang’s death was inevitable, and their revenge was within reach. Smirking smugly, they looked at Xiao Yang, who in their eyes was already a dead man.

“A sword domain?” Xiao Yang’s lips curled into a faint smile as he sensed the oppressive sword intent around him.

Gui Yijian’s sword intent was impressive, barely reaching the first level of sword intent mastery. Yet compared to Xiao Yang’s own tenth-level sword intent, it was like comparing a firefly to the brilliance of the moon.

Inwardly, Xiao Yang sighed. It seemed he could no longer conceal his true strength.

Facing a Divine Martial Realm swordmaster was no small matter. The sword domain allowed the wielder to move with unparalleled speed and precision, rendering even peak-level sword grandmasters in the Heavenly Martial Realm powerless.

“Below the Divine Martial Realm, all are mere ants. Xiao Yang, accept your fate and die obediently,” Gui Yijian said, raising his hand slowly. The sword domain rippled, and the air around Xiao Yang vibrated with invisible sword energy, tearing through the space around him.

Gui Yijian wasn’t in a hurry to kill Xiao Yang. He wanted Xiao Yang to feel despair, to break him mentally and force him to beg for death.

This sense of control, of dictating life and death, especially over someone with status and talent like Xiao Yang, was intoxicating to him. Watching his enemies struggle and plead brought Gui Yijian a twisted pleasure.

“Boy, should I start by cutting off one of your arms or a leg?” Gui Yijian sneered.

“Uncle, why not cripple his cultivation first and let us have some fun?” Gui Jianren suggested gleefully.

“Not a bad idea,” Gui Yijian agreed.

“Thank you, Elder Gui, for giving my son and me the chance to personally exact our revenge!” Liu Xiaotian said with an ingratiating smile. Securing Gui Yijian’s favor would ensure the Liu family’s rise.

Xiao Yang stood calmly, a faint smile surfacing on his lips as he faced Gui Yijian. Inside, he prepared himself. The Futian Sword Technique he cultivated, combined with his tenth-level sword intent, made him unparalleled. Even in the Azure Sun Secret Realm, he had held his own against the guardian elder, who had suppressed his power to the early Divine Martial Realm. If he unleashed his full strength, even that elder wouldn’t have been able to withstand his sword intent.

These fools thought they had him cornered. It was laughable.

Xiao Yang’s faint chuckle broke the tense silence.

“Still laughing at your impending death?” Gui Jianren sneered.

“This boy is courageous, I’ll give him that. Such a pity I must kill a prodigy like him,” Gui Yijian said with a hint of mockery.

“Uncle, didn’t you always enjoy killing prodigies?” Gui Jianren joked.

“True, true.” Gui Yijian laughed along with him, and the others joined in mockingly.

“You’re all fools,” Xiao Yang said flatly.

“What did you say?” Gui Yijian’s laughter ceased as he glared coldly at Xiao Yang.

“I said you’re all fools!” Xiao Yang’s voice rang out firmly.

“Angering me will only worsen your suffering,” Gui Yijian replied with a sinister smile. “Now, I’ll cripple your cultivation first.”

Gui Jianren and Liu Xiaotian watched in eager anticipation as Gui Yijian prepared to act. Even from the distant hill, Qin Fei clenched his fists, his excitement barely contained.

Xiao Yang remained calm, the faint smile never leaving his face. 

Beneath his sleeve, his palm glowed faintly as sword energy condensed within him. His tenth-level sword intent surged, and his flying sword trembled in readiness. He was prepared to deliver a fatal strike to Gui Yijian.