Legend of the Great Sage

word with golden paint.
The startling light it had erupted with illuminated the pitch-black ancestral hall as it turned into a golden streak of light.

When the sword was still several meters away, Li Qingshan felt a prick on his forehead and developed the feeling that no matter how he dodged, he would be unable to avoid the assassination of the sword.

Yang Anzhi’s heart eased up slightly.
This was a secret that had only been passed down between the sect masters.
When their founding ancestor passed away, he did not leave behind a corpse but instead this tiny sword.
It was extremely similar to the ‘armament liberation’ of daoism.
Before he had passed away, he had ordered his first disciple, who was also Yang Anzhi’s ancestor, to consecrate and pray to the tiny sword daily, without missing a single day.
Once a powerful enemy attacked, they could call upon it for assistance.
It would definitely stave off the danger, but it could only be used once.

Although Yang Anzhi had also prayed to it for several decades, he never believed in this rumor.
He had inspected the tiny sword before.
It was just an extremely ordinary wooden sword.
Any metal sword could cleave it in half.

However, he dared not deny this rumor outrightly either.
He had also considered how he was supposed to use it in the past.
However, he considered that the Iron Fist school and the Drawn Reins village would definitely launch a large-scale attack on the mountain with the people from the district magistrate, so how was a sword that could only be used once play any sort of decisive role against several hundred people? He had waited until this moment of life and death before finally giving it a try, regardless of the consequences, and it actually worked.

Li Qingshan was aware that he could not confront it directly, so he twisted his body in the air.
The tiny sword seemed to be intelligent, making a turn in the air and producing a sharp swish, shooting towards Li Qingshan with lightning speed once again.
The sensation on Li Qingshan’s forehead deepened as a chill flooded his face.

Suddenly, a sword shot out and stabbed the tiny sword.
Xiao An had interfered in an attempt to rescue Li Qingshan.
However, not only did his strike that could pierce metal and rocks fail to cut through the tiny, wooden sword, but he instead felt a tremendous force rebounding back through his sword.
The tough Soaring Dragon sword cracked into pieces and fragments shot out everywhere.
Xiao An had been knocked away as well, slamming into a pillar.

However, the tiny sword’s glow dimmed, pausing slightly before stabbing towards Li Qingshan again.
As long as he was still alive, it would never stop.

Li Qingshan had already retreated to a corner of the hall.
Using the time that Xiao An had earned him, he grabbed the Cursive Sword Calligraphy and unfurled it, channelling his true qi into it desperately.

At this critical moment, a descending diagonal stroke lit up and shot out.
It collided with the glimmering, tiny sword.

There were no tremendous explosions.
Instead, a ring of light expanded from the centre of the hall like miniature sun that had suddenly risen up.

However, Li Qingshan experienced a thunderous sound.
His ears rang and blood flowed from them.

The light dispersed very quickly.
The portraits of the sect masters had all turned into dust, floating in the surroundings.
Li Qingshan’s clothes had suffered the same fate.
At a closer glance, the walls and ground were peppered with thousands of thin, sword strokes.

The tiny sword had unleashed thousands of sword qi that were thin like rays of light when it shattered, silently penetrating everything in the hall.

Even Li Qingshan could not help but become stunned by this might.
The power of the flying sword had left a deep impression in his heart.

Yang Anzhi had been standing near the secret tunnel.
Seeing the assassination fail, he immediately turned around and leapt into the secret tunnel.
As long as he entered the secret tunnel and activated the mechanism, a huge rock of tremendous weight would seal the entrance.
No one would be able to chase him anymore.