A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Just as the spirit sword tore through the storm and was about to strike Mo Zhiyuan, his eyes turned cold. He cast a venomous glare at Lu Kangnian, voice low and sinister. “I, Mo Zhiyuan, will remember this grudge. Just wait, when I—”

The moment he stepped into the rift opened by the scroll, every onlooker felt their hearts pound in their chests.

The strength the Daxia Sword Sect had displayed was already enough to rank among the foremost powers of the entire Northern Territory. No faction would dare look down on them again.

Among the gathered clans and powers, many silently resolved to keep their heads down in the days ahead.

Yet all knew that if Mo Zhiyuan survived today, the Daxia Sword Sect could face dire trouble. The Mo Family had already suffered heavy losses, but they wouldn’t be wiped out. And with a Mo Family ancestor still alive in the Illusory Refinement Realm, things were far from over.

However, Lu Kangnian and Ling Daoyan were both too far away from Mo Zhiyuan to stop him from escaping.

Then suddenly, Mo Zhiyuan’s body stiffened.

Before anyone could react, an icy voice cut through the air. “Wait for what?”

A blood-red sword burst out from the pitch-black void, skewering Mo Zhiyuan’s cheek.

Gasps rippled through the three thousand cultivators crowding the field. Not one stood below the Golden Core Realm; many were sect masters or their equals. They were there to witness how the Daxia Sword Sect would stand against the terrifying Mo Family, and also to see whether the blind swordsman who had sparked the uproar would return.

Ever since Li Guanqi’s meteoric rise, the so-called prodigies of the Northern Territory had been left in the dust. When others spoke of the gulf between them and Li Guanqi, they could only smile bitterly, unable to utter a word in defense.

Mo Zhiyuan’s eyes narrowed, pupils shrinking. Finally, he was face-to-face with the man who had murdered his son.

Li Guanqi stood tall and straight, features sharp and handsome, eyes pure white and utterly unreadable. Step by step, he forced Mo Zhiyuan out of the void. A white robe draped Li Guanqi’s figure, and a massive black sword box rested on his back.

In his right hand, he held a blood-red sword. His gaze narrowed slightly. With a sharp pull, he ripped Mo Zhiyuan’s face wide open—both cheeks, even his mouth, torn apart in a spray of blood.

Scarlet droplets spattered through the air as the sword quivered, flinging off its crimson rain.

Mo Zhiyuan’s eyes blazed with murderous fury, nearly tangible. His bloodshot gaze fixed on Li Guanqi, and he charged without hesitation.

Li Guanqi’s expression remained utterly calm. He tapped the air beneath his feet, and in that instant, boundless lightning thundered forth, sealing the heavens.

“Domain!”

“What kind of domain is this?! To contain such dreadful might!”

“Terrifying! This lightning feels like it’s from a heavenly tribulation!”

The moment Li Guanqi unleashed his Sword Prison domain, countless experts in the crowd shuddered.

A glint of astonishment crossed Lu Kangnian’s eyes. He had not expected Li Guanqi to return so soon.

“Wasn’t he in the Southeastern Territory? How did he get here so fast?”

Li Nanting’s eyes moistened when he saw him. The old man smiled through tears.

Zhong Lin looked up at that upright figure and couldn’t help but laugh and curse. “Still as flashy as ever.”

Li Sheng’an, bloodied from head to toe, stared at Li Guanqi. A simple, heartfelt smile spread across his face as he scratched his head. He still hadn’t figured out what to say when they met again.

Gu Ran, her white robe stained with blood, gazed at him with deep relief. That once-sensitive youth had finally become a true powerhouse.

Atop Heavenly Lightning Peak, a girl in a flowered jacket looked into the distance, eyes shining.

Her feet pressed lightly into the ground, and she soared like the wind toward the battlefield above. As she flew, she cried aloud, “Little blind boy!”

Within the lightning barrier, a crushing aura erupted, shaking heaven and earth as the icy air gave way to blazing heat. Explosions boomed one after another until a streak of lightning sword light split the sky apart.

Boom! Boom!

Countless hearts seized in fear. That devastating arc carved a deep trench across the land, hundreds of zhang long. The earth lay charred black, arcs of lightning still leaping and crackling.

Then, the domain faded.

Li Guanqi stood holding a severed head. He tossed it aside without a word. Behind him, hundreds of lightning-forged chains surged into the air.

Gasps broke out again. At the ends of those chains hung corpse after corpse, each once a mighty cultivator. Their bodies blotted out the sky.

Li Guanqi’s icy gaze swept the crowd. His voice rang out clearly, echoing through the air. “The hunters must be ready to become the hunted! If any of you still want my head—come.”

As his words fell, the lightning faded. The countless corpses dropped from the sky, and a strange fire consumed them into drifting ash. Everyone watching swallowed hard.

Hidden in the crowd, a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator muttered in awe, “Eighteen years old... and already at the Divine Transformation Realm. No wonder they call him the Bloody Butcher. Most cultivators spend their entire lives without taking half as many lives.”

Li Guanqi ignored the crowd. In a flash, he appeared before Lu Kangnian, roughly one zhang away. Grinning, he cupped his hands and bowed deeply. “Disciple of the Heavenly Lightning Peak, Li Guanqi, pays respects to the Sect Master.”

Only then did everyone notice the purple lightning patterns embroidered on his white robes. His voice, infused with vital force, carried for over ten li.

Behind Lu Kangnian floated seven ancient swords. Hands clasped behind his back, he smiled widely.

Lu Kangnian raised a hand as he laughed heartily and nodded. “It’s good you’ve returned! Hahaha!”

Then he looked at the crowd and said, “As of today, the Daxia Sword Sect reenters the world!”

Boom!

Every disciple of the Sword Sect raised their arms and roared, eyes blazing as they looked toward their legendary senior brother.