C460 (1/2)

On the Life and Death Battlefield, a million sword qi swept up, penetrating through the endless clouds and flashing in the sky.

This was a grand occasion that could only happen in Mount Shu — the spiritual will of the Mount Shu Sword Sect's cultivators!

Countless sword Qis produced deafening whistling sounds, and coupled with the howls of the sword cultivators, the snow-covered Mount Shu instantly turned fiery and intense.

All of this was for the sake of welcoming the arrival of Northmont Ink.

At this moment, Bei Shan Mo landed on the battlefield of life and death amidst the endless waves of sword qi. He was a young man who had achieved fame and was unparalleled in this world, yet he remained fearless under the heated gazes of almost a million people.

Around him, countless fanatical Mount Shu cultivators were shouting his name.

Northmont Mo was the peak genius of Mount Shu. Most of the sword cultivators here had only just crossed the threshold to become an official disciple, a far cry from him.

After arriving, he did not utter a single word. His gaze was directed to the east, in the direction of the Yan Huang Imperial City. Everyone knew who he was waiting for.

His eyes were filled with killing intent! However, he already looked much more relaxed than he had imagined.

This was because he knew that he was only going to fulfill his promise today. Wu Yu still hadn't received any news of his departure from the Yan Huang Imperial City, so it was clear that he wouldn't be able to keep his appointment. However, from Wu Yu's point of view, there was only one possibility for him to not keep his promise, and that was his death.

As a result, even though he was unable to personally behead him, the result was still the same.

In other words, aside from fulfilling his promise, the most important thing today was to confirm Wu Yu's death.

Other than Northmont Ink, a few important figures of Mount Shu began to descend one after another, such as the Stellar Sword Saint, the Arcanum Sword Saint, the Sword Sage Shuanghua, the Flaming Sword Saint, the Crimson Shadow Sword Saint, and the Sword Saint of Dongyue. More than ten Sword Saints appeared in the sky, all of them enjoying the envious and respectful gazes of Mount Shu's disciples.

The last time he had seen so many people was the day Wu Yu was sentenced.

In the blink of an eye, three or four years passed.

Recalling the scene from that day, the sword cultivators could still clearly remember it. To them, this bit of time was nothing more than a secluded meditation.

In the span of three to four years, it was possible that they hadn't made the slightest bit of progress.

In fact, many of the sword cultivators knew that Wu Yu wouldn't appear, but they were still gathered here because they wanted to take a look at these powerful figures! There were dozens of Heavenly Sword disciples, dozens of Mount Shu Sword Saints, and even the top geniuses of the Divine Continent like Northmont Mo! In fact, if Wu Yu really showed up, there would probably be quite a few of the Seven Fairies of Mount Shu.

After all, he had heard that the Supreme Commander had promised Wu Yu that he would accompany him there.

It was only early in the morning when the Sword Saints appeared beside Bei Shan Mo. The expressions of the crowd were relaxed, as Bei Shan Mo, that man of great fame, had an expression of respect for his elders, as he greeted all the Sword Saints. Maybe it was because Shen Xing Yao and Wu Yu were on good terms with each other, but he directly brushed past them and did not greet Shen Xing Yao.

The swordsmen rushed forward to surround them, but when they saw more than ten sword-Saints appear at the same time, the mere aura they gave off was enough to suffocate them. As a result, no one dared to speak up.

Among them, the Scarlet Shadow Sword Saint was the first to laugh, ”Xiao Mo came so early today. However, everyone was very clear on the outcome of today's battle. Unfortunately, Little Mo had been preparing for such a long time, and didn't expect Wu Yu to be such a short-lived ghost that couldn't even meet the promised date. ”

The Eastern Yue Sword Sage continued, ”Actually, the most important thing for geniuses is to survive. Only those who survive can have the potential to continue improving, and for that Wu Yu, he no longer has the qualifications to be compared with you.”

Sword Saint Shuo Hua said, ”Wu Yu deserves to die here.” As long as he died, there would be a day when Viv would forget him. At that time, we will definitely be able to get together. ”It's a pity that my daughter …” Thinking of Mu Lingche, Sword Saint Shuo Hua still felt unsatisfied.

Swordsaint Shuo Hua and Swordsaint Li Huo were immediately filled with gratitude.

When they heard that Wu Yu had died, the sword cultivators felt relaxed and happy. In fact, when they heard the news that Wu Yu had died, they knew that they wouldn't be able to fight today. It was just a formality.

Today might not have been a wonderful day, but the result was a relief!

Seeing how relaxed Northmont Mo and the others were, the sword cultivators began to passionately discuss this as well.

”Seems like that Wu Yu got lucky and lost his life early. Otherwise, when he gets here, not only would he lose face, he would definitely die an even worse death.”

”Maybe he committed suicide or went into hiding? ”From what I see, he's afraid of Mount Shu, and of Northmont Mo.”

”When he was expelled from Mount Shu, Northmont Mo was prepared to kill him.”