A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Rumble rumble!

The silver spear shot through the air at terrifying speed. It was so fast that Li Guanqi had no time to dodge.

Clang!

A flying sword suddenly collided with the silver spear. The two weapons exploded on impact, and the blast hurled Li Guanqi tens of zhang backward.

Lu Kangnian and the other Daxia Sword Sect members slowly stepped out of a spatial crack.

The moment they appeared, an oppressive, suffocating aura filled the air. Ten Nascent Soul cultivators had arrived.

Li Guanqi could not help but hang his head, his messy hair blocking his face. Li Nanting and Ye Feng had also arrived.

The bystanders cried out in surprise. “Have all the peak elders of the Daxia Sword Sect come here?!”

“Oh no... Are they really going to fight?”

“Is the Daxia Sword Sect dumb? Are they declaring war against the Purple Sun Pavilion?”

All the cultivators among the bystanders started to discuss.

Flying swords revolved slowly around Lu Kangnian as he stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back. When Miao Chuanjiang saw him from a distance, his expression darkened terrifyingly. He took a step forward, and vital force surged through him, blasting away the snow underfoot.

Miao Chuanjiang caught Zhao Beichen and tossed him behind himself. No matter what, Zhao Beichen had survived the Golden Core Tribulation.

The old man shouted coldly, “Lu Kangnian, are you really so determined to protect the brat?”

Lu Kangnian narrowed his eyes and gave a faint smirk. “Protect? Of course I’ll protect my sect’s disciples!”

The crowd gasped. The tension was palpable. With those words, Lu Kangnian had made his stance crystal clear—there would be no backing down, no room for reconciliation.

Their impression of the Daxia Sword Sect deepened: its disciples did not back down from a fight, and its elders stood by them to the end.

Miao Chuanjiang took a deep breath. He glanced at Lu Kangnian and the elders standing behind Lu Kangnian with a cold glint in his eyes.

“Lu Kangnian! Do you know what you are talking about?”

Lu Kangnian gave a nonchalant laugh. “Of course I know what I’m talking about. I also know what I am doing. Yes, it is true that the Daxia Sword Sect disciple, Li Guanqi, killed disciples of the Purple Sun Pavilion. But why don’t you explain why he did it?”

Then, Li Nanting tossed a jade slip at Lu Kangnian.

Before shattering his own jade slip, Li Guanqi had sent everything in the recording crystal to Li Nanting.

Lu Kangnian caught the jade slip and spat, “The Purple Sun Pavilion disciples are cowards who prey on the weak. They tortured Yu Sui’an, a disciple of my sect, for an entire night!”

Boom!

Lu Kangnian injected his powerful vital force into the jade slip, then squeezed it until it shattered with a vicious snarl.

The recording in the jade slip suddenly burst forth, projecting a hundred-zhang-wide image across the sky.

Every moment played out in brutal clarity.

The Purple Sun Pavilion disciples who had competed in the Tournament of a Hundred Sects now appeared in a dark alley. A girl lay curled on the ground, bloodied, her red floral coat in tatters. She begged them over and over to stop.

When they finished with her, she lay on the ground, still pleading for her life, her voice fading.

Suddenly, Li Hua, who was initially holding the recording crystal, passed it to someone else. He squatted and grabbed the girl by her hair, lifting her head. Yu Sui’an’s eyes were so swollen that she couldn’t see, but her lips moved, as if she were trying to speak.

Li Guanqi clenched his fists tightly, hanging his head low. He could not bear to watch further. His bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears, and an uncontrollable surge of killing intent flooded his chest.

All around, the crowd felt seething rage.

“What the fuck?! How could he hit her so hard?!”

“That’s fucking infuriating!”

“Those are Purple Sun Pavilion disciples?!”

Miao Chuanjiang scanned the crowd with his icy gaze and roared, “Enough!!”

Lu Kangnian snapped, “You’ve had enough? I’m just getting started!”

Boom!

The screen in the sky suddenly expanded until it was two hundred zhang wide. Even cultivators a thousand zhang away could see the projection.

Within the image, Li Hua moved again. He sneered. “Silly girl! Are you still trying to defend that blind bastard? He is only where he is today because of luck. Do you really think he can beat us?”

Then, the begging girl suddenly forced her eyes open. Her voice, though childish, was filled with unwavering determination. She looked at Li Hua and said, “You are all cowards! He will defeat every last one of you!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of those slaps cracked like thunder through the air, as though each one landed on the faces of the Daxia Sword Sect elders themselves. They all knew this little girl—the one who liked to run around the sect, who’d stand on her tiptoes in the dining hall asking for buns.

Now, all of them were radiating murderous intent.

Back in the projection, Li Hua paused, then snarled, “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

He shoved his fingers into her mouth and ripped the skin around it. Then, without hesitation, he began to break her limbs, one by one.

Her screams rang out, sharp and piercing. White bone tore through her skin. Blood gushed from her shattered arms and legs. When she passed out from the pain, he used his vital force to forcefully wake her up, only to toss her on the ground and kick her chest.

Crack!

The sound of splintering bone echoed clearly. And they just kept going—kicking and beating her, long into the night.

Every onlooker shuddered. By this time, thousands of cultivators had gathered to watch. However, the entire mountain range was dead silent. Only the girl’s screams echoed through the cold air. Lu Kangnian’s reddened eyes were misty now.

Clang!

He pulled out his sword with a sharp ring.

“Miao Chuanjiang!” Lu Kangnian shouted. “Tell me, should the Daxia Sword Sect kill those bastards or not?!”