Dual Cultivation God Returns

644  A thousand year sword?

"Anyway, Ling'er. What do you want to do? I can leave him to you if you want?", Wu Long looked at the beauty whose eyes were locked on the 'Sword God', her usually gentle demeanor that everyone around knew changed into a cold look, as she was exuding a slightly chilly air around her.

"Haa~, I might cut more than one man if I unsheathe my sword in this state... can you...?", she shook her head with a complicated look, and then turned her eyes to him.

"Of course, Ling'er. Don't worry about anything and leave it to me", he gently smiled toward her, and slightly pampering Hong Ye who was leaning onto him with a light hand motion, moved forward, flying up into the air as the eyes of the spectators and the five people before him widened.

"I didn't think you reached Mortal Transcendence Realm already... it seems you do have some skill...hm?", the Sect Master of the Cloud Piercing Sect first revealed a surprised look but then noticed an unusual fluctuation of Spiritual Qi around Wu Long as well as movement of the wind beneath his feet.

"Haha, I just reached peak of Core Reformation, but I do have my tricks", Wu Long chuckled as all eyes on him revealed conflicted looks.

"Hmph! Venerable Sword God does not need to dirty his hands, if this man dares to fight without hiding behind assassins and women, I alone will be...", one of the Grand Elders made a motion forward but was stopped by his Sect Master.

"It seems you may not be his match, Grand Elder Zi...", the man spoke looking intensely at Wu Long, as the eyes of the Grand Elders and the two Sect Ancestors widened, then addressing Wu Long with "My Disciple has told me some interesting things... about how your Sword Intent made his Sword Intent dissipate, not daring to go against yours...", "He is a talented one, so he noticed it, which is why I thought it is a shame for him to be ruined by you", Wu Long nodded with a smile. "And your claim to have Sword Domain? Do you still dare to say that in front of me?", the man narrowed his eyes as Wu Long shrugged his shoulders.

"I never claimed to have Sword Domain, I just used it in front of people who recognized it", he smiled as murmurs full of ridicule ran through the crowd on the shore.

"Hah! How laughable!", the elderly Sect Ancestor snorted with contempt. "As if some lowly Dual Cultivator from a puny Sect of lecherous fools is able to understand the meaning of the Sword to the same level as the Venerable Sword God who held the sword since he was six and continued doing so for almost a 1000 years now!", the old woman, the other Sect Ancestor who has yet to speak before curled her mouth in derision as well.

"Holding a sword for a thousand years... huh", Wu Long's lips curled up in a smile that for some reason made the Sect Master and the two Ancestors displeased. However, despite his smile and seemingly carefree attitude, there was now something quite strange about Wu Long, as the man before him was repeatedly called 'Sword God'.

His outward demeanor did not change, but an intense feeling of danger would well up if one caught the look in his eyes.

And even just seeing his figure gave birth to an eerie sensation, a slight unease that was hard to name or explain to others in words.

"Come then, show me what your so-called 'Sword Domain' looks like", the middle-aged man calling himself 'Sword God' spoke up with a subtle note of discontentment in his voice, both unhappy with something in the tone of the God of Slaughter, and unnerved by the uncomfortable feeling he gave off. A sheathed sword appeared in the hand of the Slaughter God, but remained sitting in its sheathe at his side.

"Shall we see your Sword Domain first?", he said with a chuckle.

"I am afraid you would not be able to demonstrate your 'Sword Domain' once I unleash it, and thus would not be able to understand the whole foolishness of your argument", the Sect Master shook his head, hellbent on proving his point.

After all, Wu Long used his Sword Intent in the Wu Family Manor, where his identity, and thus 'real' age was known to everyone around. Thus the news that reached the ears of this 'Sword God', was truly ridiculous. That a teen age swordsman claimed to wield Sword Intent.

The Sect Master of the Cloud Piercing Sect was absolutely sure, without a spec of a shadow of a doubt, unequivocally and unquestionably, that the God of Slaughter standing before him now, could not possibly wield a Sword Domain. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

On the other hand, the God of Slaughter could not be sure if this man had attained the level of Sword Domain, even if he had a guess, which was why he did not cut him down just yet.

He was inwardly hoping that this Sect Master had at least truly perceived Sword Domain by some miracle, showing a monstrous talent, which would at least make his appropriation of the title not as insulting.

"Haa~, let's see if you can stop me without releasing it then", seeing the stubbornness of this 'Sword God' and the futility of further attempts at persuasion, the eyes of the God of Slaughter turned to the Grand Elder who was so eager to fight with him earlier, as both the latter and his Sect Master widened their eyes.

The first one's eyes became tinged with fear as he only had an initial mastery of Sword Intent, which was useless against Duan Feng, while the latter's filled with indignation.

"You dare-...!", the 'Sword God' started in anger as the hand of the God of Slaughter landed on the hilt of his sheathed sword, an extremely sharp sensation enveloping all five members of the Cloud Piercing Sect floating in midair.

The already gloomy world around them became discolored, as the blade of the sword was revealed millimeter by millimeter between the sheathe and the guard.

The Sect Master also placed his hand on the hilt of the sword that was strapped behind his back at all times, its blade being revealed as well.

However, he soon noticed with shock that his Sword Intent was not manifesting.

A small spark appearing between him and the God of Slaughter, as if something clashed and was repelled.

'I-Impossible!!! How is that-...?!', the 'Sword God' made a look of astonishment as he tried once more, and then again, but his Sword Intent was not able to lock down the surroundings.

"Tch", he spat with frustration as the sharp feeling disappeared, and the world returned to a normal gloomy gray day, the blade of a sword becoming once more hidden within a sheathe.

The Grand Elder to the side of the Sect Master floated in the air with a dumbfounded expression, and then turned to the 'Sword God' with confusion and horror appearing in his eyes as a straight red line started appearing from the top of his head down to his crotch.

"Venerable Sword G-...", his lips parted to speak and then the two halves split, falling down into the rough waves of the sea below as the one he called out to turned his head away with a grimace.