Chapter 128: Sword Light Like a Dragon

The elegant female host announced, “Now we move on to the interactive segment. We will invite a few young participants onto the stage. If anyone is interested, please raise your hand…”

“I’ll go.”

Zhang Feng parted the two people in the front row and leapt onto the two-meter-high stage in one step.

Several other men dressed in black followed him up.

A group of fierce-looking men in black, each holding a sword, appeared on stage. The scene unsettled the beautiful host, who suddenly grew anxious, unsure of what to say.

Gao Wu quickly pulled the host behind him and whispered, “You should step off the stage for now.”

The host was a bit stunned but instinctively stepped aside as Gao Wu instructed.

Meanwhile, the various media crews filming the event grew excited. A normal event held no real thrill; only sudden, unexpected incidents were truly electrifying, gripping, and capable of drawing attention!

Zhang Sheng, the manager of the Longteng branch, was somewhat taken aback. He recognized Zhang Feng and Zhang Ye, the two senior martial artists who ran local martial arts schools. Though not related by blood, they were from the same clan and thus very close.

The upper echelons of Changling’s circle were small; Zhang Sheng had even shared drinks with them before. While they weren’t exactly close friends, they were at least acquaintances. What was Zhang Feng and Zhang Ye’s intention today?

Both senior martial artists were known for promoting harmony and prosperity through peaceful means. Their sudden aggressive behavior was highly unusual.

Zhang Sheng was a shrewd businessman and would not act rashly without fully understanding the situation.

Zhou Qingyun was also puzzled. Longteng was a prestigious company. Could someone really be so unwise as to disrupt their event? Did they think this big corporation was defenseless?

Shang Qingjun grew more anxious. She stood up to intervene but was stopped by Song Mingyue, who gently restrained her.

Song Mingyue also blocked Zhou Qingyun and whispered, “Don’t go forward.”

She didn’t explain why, nor did she feel it necessary. The few men who suddenly stormed the stage were clearly targeting Gao Wu. This was no ordinary disturbance.

Gao Wu used mental resonance to warn her to stay alert. Shang Qingjun, Zhou Qingyun, and Zhou Hongying were too weak; if they intervened, it would only cause more chaos.

Shen Yue was even wiser. Sensing the danger, he quietly moved to the side. He didn’t know who these men were, but he knew his own limits—any martial artist could easily defeat him.

When trouble arose, keeping a low profile was the best way to aid Gao Wu.

Shen Yue slipped away, but the camera remained fixed on the stage. He was livestreaming through Gao Wu’s account, with tens of thousands of viewers watching.

The audience in the livestream became excited upon seeing the black-clad men rush the stage.

“Someone’s causing trouble!”

“These guys don’t look like good people…”

“Gao Sheng’s in trouble!”

“This is Gao Sheng’s time to shine!”

The chat was full of spectators eager for drama, unconcerned about Gao Wu’s safety. If he wanted to be the King of Youth, he had to show kingly poise when facing adversity!

“Who are you?” Gao Wu asked politely, all the while quietly sending out his shadow spirit to assess them.

During the event, he had scanned the crowd with his shadow spirit and found nothing unusual. But now, using it again, he detected faint black auras swirling around the men.

The black aura was almost imperceptible, yet unmistakably bore the frenzied, bloody scent characteristic of the Kirin King.

“Devotees of the Demon God!” Gao Wu was surprised. They dared to appear openly in broad daylight? Were the Demon God’s followers really becoming so brazen?

One question lingered: had these Demon God devotees only just arrived, or had Gao Wu missed the signs earlier?

The event drew thousands, and Gao Wu could only perform a broad scan with his shadow spirit, unable to scrutinize every individual.

From his experience, repeated rituals to the Demon God would taint one’s aura. When channeling the Demon God’s power, the aura would radiate from within outward.

However, the specific manifestations varied depending on each person’s cultivation and condition.

The men before him exhibited an aura half external, half internal—a clear indicator of their identity as Demon God devotees.

With this knowledge, Gao Wu grew more vigilant. He mentally alerted Song Mingyue to prepare for combat.

Though fighting was not terrifying in itself, the sheer crowd made any reckless slaughter potentially catastrophic.

Zhang Feng had not noticed the shadow spirit. He was now channeling the divine power bestowed by the chief priest, his blood boiling with murderous intent.

Before striking, he intended to proclaim the glory of the Divine Lord to the public, ensuring Gao Wu’s death would be well-noted.

For them, killing Gao Wu was simply a means to spread the Divine Lord’s fame; there was no personal grudge.

They wanted to make a grand statement before departing, announcing the arrival of the Divine Lord.

Zhang Feng raised his voice, strengthened by his source energy: “Our Lord, the Kirin King, is about to descend and usher in a new era. Those who worship our Lord shall gain eternal life amidst destruction!”

His voice, amplified by source energy, thundered across the crowd of thousands, who all heard it clearly. The audience stirred instantly.

The alliance strictly suppressed all Demon God worship, so Zhang Feng’s words immediately branded him as a cultist. The crowd was shocked; some even thrilled.

To prevent panic, the alliance often publicized the ruthlessness of Demon God followers but rarely delved into details.

Most people only knew these devotees were evil, without a clear understanding of their true nature.

With so many attendees, many felt safe and viewed the cultists’ appearance as merely entertainment.

The various media crews filming were bewildered. Normally, such incidents would halt filming.

But most were online influencers with no discipline; eager to ride the wave of publicity, none stopped recording.

Two law enforcement officers responsible for maintaining order drew their guns and rushed toward the stage, shouting, “Disperse! Disperse!”

Zhang Feng drew his sword and pointed at Gao Wu, bellowing, “As the first sacrifice for our Lord’s arrival, your death will be of great value!”

“Uh, I’m willing to join your faith—could you spare me?” Gao Wu asked seriously.

“Huh?!” Zhang Feng was momentarily stunned. Killing Gao Wu was meant to glorify their Lord, but converting him might spread their Lord’s name even further!

Yet, their plans were set; they couldn’t change course on a whim.

While Zhang Feng hesitated, Gao Wu smiled and said, “Just joking! You wouldn’t take me seriously, right? Heh heh…”

Zhang Feng erupted in anger, but Gao Wu’s smile faded into solemnity as he declared, “Demon God devotees must be exterminated by all! Kneel and surrender now, and I might spare your lives!”

“Foolish!” Zhang Feng realized he had been tricked.

He stopped hesitating, made the Kirin King’s unique prayer gesture with his left hand, and intoned, “Our Lord is the master of all beings and things; life and death, fortune and misfortune are all arranged by our Lord.”

Six men behind Zhang Feng mirrored the gesture and chanted in unison.

Their chant not only stirred their comrades’ spirits but fully activated the divine power granted by the chief priest.

Three acupoints in Zhang Feng’s body resonated. His sword gleamed with a golden light, the hallmark of his mastered Golden Serpent Sword technique.

This sword style, derived from the Heavenly Serpent’s transformations, emphasized fierce, aggressive strikes.

Standing to Zhang Feng’s left, Zhang Ye also activated his long blade. He practiced the White Tiger Blade technique, which emitted a low roar resembling a tiger’s fierce cry.

Both were senior martial artists with over two thousand source energy points, skilled and battle-hardened.

Having said their piece, they wasted no time.

Zhang Feng led, his sword trembling under source energy, casting dazzling golden light—the Golden Serpent’s wild dance.

This technique balanced offense and defense, blending feints with strikes, forcing opponents to react and revealing their true form.

Zhang Feng knew Gao Wu was only a junior martial artist, but given his fame throughout Beizhou, he would not underestimate him.

He would probe Gao Wu’s defenses with the Golden Serpent’s dance, holding him in check, while Zhang Ye would strike with full force from the side.

The White Tiger Blade excelled in decisive, powerful attacks; a single strike could end Gao Wu’s life.

Their goal was not only to kill Gao Wu but also to slaughter as many as possible, offering a grand carnage to their Divine Lord.

Though rarely fighting together, the two senior martial artists had a certain tacit understanding.

The fierce golden sword light from the Golden Serpent’s dance intimidated all.

Even the onlookers below the stage felt the deadly aura emanating from the blade. The livestream chat fell silent.

Ordinary people could tell Zhang Feng was a formidable martial artist. This was a dangerous battle, not the prank they had imagined.

Shang Qingjun and Zhou Hongying were extremely tense, but their low cultivation left them dazzled by the radiant sword light. Their vision blurred into golden flashes, ears filled with the roaring sound of blades.

Zhou Qingyun, a mid-level martial artist, was far stronger. The more so, the more she recognized the lethal prowess of the two senior opponents.

Though Gao Wu was extraordinarily gifted, being ambushed by two senior martial artists meant certain death.

Despair gripped her. This rising star of Beizhou’s youth was about to fall here…

The long-prepared King of Beizhou’s Youth would become a joke. Her own ambitions to rise higher would end here.

At that moment, Zhou Qingyun noticed a gleaming azure light flickering in Gao Wu’s eyes—a majestic, divine aura transcending all beings, making him appear godlike.

Without her realizing when, Gao Wu now held a four-foot-long sword. He shook it, and amid a deep, resonant sword hum, radiant, twisting beams of light burst forth like a celestial dragon soaring across the sky, instantly engulfing Zhang Feng, Zhang Ye, and the other five men.

With a sharp clang, Gao Wu pierced through Zhang Ye and the others’ encirclement and sheathed his fated sword.

The swordlight, vigorous as a dragon and bright as the blazing sun, withdrew into its sheath, leaving only the lingering dragon-like echo of the sword’s song throughout the plaza.

The seven Demon God devotees, backs turned to Gao Wu, shuddered violently as blood mists erupted from their bodies. Sword scars spread across them as their torsos slowly split in two at an angle.

The once pristine stage was instantly soaked with blood…

The media crews were dumbfounded, having never witnessed such a scene. They were truly shaken.

The audience below was equally stunned but too far away to see details—only the dragon-like swordlight and the splits in the cultists’ bodies—thus unable to fully grasp the brutal intensity.

Viewers watching the livestream saw everything clearly, but through a screen it felt like watching a movie; the cruelty and gore seemed unreal. They only remembered the dazzling, special effects-like swordlight.

Someone in the chat typed, “Extremely cool! Brilliant, brutal, and terrifying!”

Others echoed the remark, flooding the screen with the same message…

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