Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

2Chen Yu's face was expressionless as he grabbed Jiao Loong's Storage Bag. He ignored Jiao Loong who fell on his back and was about to retreat.     3

    

Jiao Loong was indeed very strong. Although his arms were broken and his innards were trembling, he was still able to stand steadily. In the end, he fainted and fell to the ground as if he was angered by Chen Yu.    

    

"How dare you!"    

    

"Stop!"    

    

Just as Chen Yu was about to retreat, two shouts sounded out and two figures pounced over. They were Pang Dan and Xin Mengqiu.    

    

Both of their auras were equally powerful. Powerful and condensed telepathic thoughts locked onto Chen Yu like invisible shackles, trying to trap Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu suddenly turned around with a glint in his eyes.    

    

With such a large commotion, the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples who were paying attention to Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong all turned their heads over and let out cries of shock. Never would they have thought that Chen Yu was actually so tyrannical, that he actually defeated Jiao Loong, and even took down Jiao Loong's Storage Bag.    

    

Two rays of light shot out from Pang Dan and Xin Mengqiu's bodies. With Jiao Loong's previous example, they naturally did not dare to be careless. The first thing they did was activate their battle spirit.    

    

Pang Dan's battle spirit was the same as Jiao Loong's; they both looked like golden-armored deities. On the other hand, Meng Qiu was different. He was a prideful and humble Daoist.    

    

"Put down the Storage Bag!" Liu Chong also shouted angrily. They could watch Jiao Loong get defeated by Chen Yu, but they couldn't let Chen Yu snatch Jiao Loong's Storage Bag away. Otherwise, they would lose all their face.    

    

Feeling the pressure that was not much weaker than Jiao Loong's, Chen Yu sneered. His body froze, and just as he was about to attack, another figure appeared even faster, and two dark green palms separated to attack Pang Dan and Meng Qiu. The moment those two palms appeared, the powerful divine intent that Pang Dan and Meng Qiu had written disappeared, and the two of them turned pale with fright.    

    

Chen Yu's eyes focused slightly as he saw the figure in front of him. The figure was slim and graceful, but who else could it be other than Moo Su?    

    

With a simple strike, he repelled both Pang Dan and Xin Mengqiu. Following that, Liu Chong, who was rushing towards them, suddenly stopped in his tracks with a fearful expression on his face.    

    

All of these Qiu Martial Arts Sect disciples were geniuses. The moment Moo Su made a move, they immediately understood Moo Su's strength and knew that he was an expert in Profound Dark Stage.    

    

Xin Mengqiu and Meng Chen looked uncertain as well.    

    

On the other side, the sound of an unending collision rang out. Accompanied by fluctuations of divine will and qi, a powerful aura shot straight into the void.    

    

"Senior Sister, it doesn't seem right for you to do this!" Xin Mengqiu's expression changed several times as he looked at Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong.    

    

However, Moo Su did not answer Xin Mengqiu's question. Instead, he stood in front of Chen Yu.    

    

Looking at the slim back of Moo Su, Chen Yu felt a little strange.    

    

Moo Su repeatedly defended himself. For Chen Yu, who was alone in the Sword Sect, this was extremely rare, and he had some doubts in his heart.    

    

"You guys are allowed to steal his things, but you don't allow him to steal your things?" A clear and melodious voice sounded out, and the one who spoke was precisely Lan Xinyu. She obviously didn't like the disciples of the Qiu Martial Arts Sect either, so she sneered as she spoke.    

    

Xin Mengqiu found it hard to refute as he gritted his teeth and retorted, "He wants to steal Jiao Loong's Storage Bag, it's only right that we stop him. And why does this senior sister from Profound Dark Stage want to stop him?"    

    

Moo Su still didn't say anything. Lan Xinyu sneered, "So the logic of your Qiushu Sect is that if you can't beat a single person, you just gang up on them? If you want us to sit back and do nothing, then does your Qiushu Sect want to show some face? "    

    

Lan Xinyu was sharp tongued, and even though Xin Mengqiu was playful and disrespectful and his personality was unruly, he still felt his face burning.    

    

Jiao Loong's defeat was undoubtedly within everyone's expectations. Originally, they had thought that no matter how heaven-defying Chen Yu was, his strength was still only at the third level of Spirit Accumulation Stage. They never thought that Jiao Loong would not be Chen Yu's match.    

    

BOOM *    

    

Just at that moment, the sword light shattered, a vast green lightning suddenly appeared, striking onto the Profound Artifact Long Sword, the long sword flew out of his hand.    

    

Chen Yu couldn't help but turn his head around. The others also turned around and saw an ancient looking, godlike palm pressed down from above Ho Bingrong's head. The palm was actually condensed from dozens of runes, and the lightning glow was extremely dense.    

    

Ho Bingrong, on the other hand, was holding a manual with both hands with an indifferent expression.    

    

"Lightning Spirit Seal, it's a Lightning Spirit Seal. Senior He has already mastered the Lightning Spirit Seal. The 36 Heaven Battling Seals have already been cultivated to the 21st Seal!" Pang Dan was overjoyed.    

    

The flying sword naturally belonged to Lin Ya. He let go of the sword, and his sleeves were damaged and charred. However, he did not panic, and quickly retreated.    

    

The Taoist form's battle spirit was even faster as he continued pressing down towards Lin Ya.    

    

This was the final outcome of the fight between Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong. Lin Ya's situation was not looking good.    

    

Just as that palm was about to land on Lin Ya's body, Lin Ya suddenly stopped. His back straightened and his eyes became indifferent.    

    

At that moment, a crack suddenly appeared between Lin Ya's eyebrows. A silver sword shadow suddenly appeared between his eyebrows and stabbed towards Ho Bingrong's battle spirit.    

    

The moment that sword shadow appeared, Chen Yu felt his heart palpitate. He could only feel a piercing pain in his eyes and a chill on his back.    

    

Lan Xinyu instantly lowered her head.    

    

Many other Yang Opening Pavilion disciples cried out in alarm and fear.    

    

The silver sword was like a bolt of lightning. As soon as it appeared, it pierced through the battle spirit's palm. Ho Bingrong's battle spirit suddenly cracked and shattered. With a flash, the silver sword returned to his forehead.    

    

Lin Ya's face was as pale as paper and his forehead was covered in sweat.    

    

On the other hand, Ho Bingrong's body was trembling and blood spurted out of his mouth.    

    

The two of them did not make any further moves. The intense attacks from before formed a stark contrast to the intense and majestic attacks from before.    

    

Silence reigned in the arena. Regardless of whether it was Ho Bingrong's Lightning Spirit Seal or the small silver sword that flew out from Lin Ya's forehead, everyone who saw this scene felt their hearts palpitating.    

    

"I've lost!" After a while, Ho Bingrong opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he turned around and left.    

    

"Senior Brother He!"    

    

"Senior apprentice-brother!"    

    

Xin Mengqiu and company had complicated expressions on their faces. They found it hard to believe and accept it. As fellow disciples, they knew all about Ho Bingrong. Not only did they admire Ho Bingrong's strength, they also respected it. They never thought that Ho Bingrong would be defeated like Jiao Loong!    

    

Ho Bingrong didn't turn around and walked away with big steps.    

    

The huge Xin Meng Qiu and Liu Chong were at a loss. They looked at each other, and finally, Liu Chong walked towards the unconscious Jiao Loong and carried him away.    

    

The three of them did not mention anything about the Storage Bag anymore.    

    

The group of Yang Opening Pavilion disciples cheered for Lin Ya.    

    

Chen Yu looked at the pale Lin Ya. His eyes flashed as he pondered about the small silver sword that flew out of Lin Ya's forehead.    

    

A group of Yang Opening Pavilion disciples clustered around Lin Ya, their voices boiling.    

    

After Lin Ya recovered a little, he parted the crowd and walked towards Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu gazed at Lin Ya who was approaching and said with a faint smile, "Senior Brother Lin, I won this round!"    

    

Lin Ya nodded, and waved his hand, signaling the group of Yang Opening Pavilion disciples to remain quiet, and said: "Junior Brother Chen also saw my Sword of Destiny right? "What do you think?"    

    

"Amazing!" Wu Tie said, "I never thought that Senior Brother Lin would actually use the power of his soul to condense a tangible sword. Just this sacred art alone would probably surpass that of the Sword Sect's younger generation!"    

    

Chen Yu, however, was not flattering. Instead, he was truly impressed by Lin Ya's ability. He felt that it would be difficult for him to resist the sword of telepathic thoughts.    

    

The sword of will was different from the sword spirit. Although the sword spirit was a spirit body, it could not be considered a warrior's own power. It was a power that came from the outside world like the Spiritual Soul. The sword of will, on the other hand, was condensed from the pure strength of the soul and was condensed from the sword intent. Strictly speaking, it belonged to the category of sacred arts and it should be a divine ability that only the experts of the Deity Entering Stage could control.    

    

This spiritual will sword had been cultivated for an unimaginably long time. After it was condensed, it became extremely strange and unpredictable, almost impossible to defend against and defend against.    

    

Of course, Lin Ya's sword of telepathic thoughts was not particularly strong, it should only be in its initial stage!    

    

Lin Ya shook his head and said, "In the Light Shaking Pavilion, there are countless Senior Brothers that can form a sword with their telepathic thoughts. This is not worth mentioning. Junior Brother Chen and I will fight back and use the sword of god's will. I hope you won't let me down! "    

    

"I'll do my best!" Chen Yu could not think of how to deal with Lin Ya's Divine Sense Sword at the moment, so his attitude became a lot more modest.    

    

Lin Ya nodded, then ordered the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples to disperse.    

    

Amongst the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples, there were still many who would not forget Chen Yu's Holy Yin Fruit. But after witnessing Chen Yu defeat Jiao Loong, none of them had the confidence to defeat Chen Yu and seize the Holy Yin Fruit in his hands. Adding on to the fact that Moo Su was by their side, many of the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples were unresigned and left under Lin Ya's orders.    

    

Just as the curtain was about to close on a storm, the sound of clothes ripping through the air rang out as a figure rushed over.    

    

That figure came at an exceptionally fast speed. As soon as everyone turned to look, that person had already arrived in front of them. It was a thin middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. However, Chen Yu felt that this person looked familiar. He recalled that this person was the middle-aged man that appeared in the Gold Spirit Training Room two days ago.    

    

"Senior Brother Xu!" Lin Ya and Lan Xinyu, who had yet to leave, bowed simultaneously.    

    

"Junior sister Mo, Junior Brother Chen Yu!" The middle-aged man only nodded at Lin Ya, then looked at Chen Yu and said, "Please come with me!"    

    

Moo Su was not surprised by this and took a step forward.    

    

Lin Ya and Lan Xinyu did not ask any further.    

    

Chen Yu knew that this middle-aged man with a wretched face was probably sent by Tu Jin. After having thought for a while, he didn't ask anymore and followed behind Moo Su.    

    

The middle-aged man silently walked in front. After passing through the area where the Yang Opening Pavilion was located, he actually directly followed a small path and walked towards a higher place on Heavenly Sword Peak.    

    

"Senior Brother Xu, are we going to Medicinal Spirit Academy?" Moo Su suddenly spoke, his voice was still pleasant to the ear and extremely pleasant to the ear.    

    

"En!" Senior Brother Xu said: "Academy Master has already made arrangements, starting from the Medicinal Spirit Academy of the Upper Nine Academies, then Chen Yu will successively stay in each of the Upper Nine Academies for ten to fifteen days. Junior Mu, your mission is to let Chen Yu see all the Elders in the Upper Nine Houses as much as possible! "    

    

Moo Su nodded silently.    

    

Senior Brother Xu slapped the Storage Bag again, took out a badge and threw it to Moo Su, and said: "If anyone asks about Chen Yu's identity, you can tell them that he has changed his sect and become my Sword Sect disciple, and will soon become the sect master's direct disciple!"    

    

Chen Yu was stunned when he heard that.