Chapter 181 The Disdain and Ridicule of Jian Xiao’s Twelve Sons

Xu Hao smiled indifferently, gave Lin Che a meaningful look, then turned and left.

Lin Che watched Xu Hao's retreating figure, a cold snort in his heart. After all, the cultivation world had always been about the strong preying on the weak, with everyone harboring their own ulterior motives.

The guy in front of him seemed to befriend him, but in reality, things were treacherous. He probably wouldn't allow Lin Che to become one of the Sword Xiao Twelve so peacefully.

He estimated that after this was over, Xu Hao would directly kill him, completely eliminating all those who knew, only then could he truly rest easy.

Lin Che put one hand behind his back, returned to his cave, and at the same time, his fingers moved rapidly. Dozens of blood-red light clusters appeared in his hand and were all buried within the Great Luo Sword Sect's inner sect area.

When the time was right, he would detonate them, which would surely level the entire Great Luo Sword Sect and even completely annihilate Da Luo Star… Time flew by, and three days passed in a flash.

According to their previous agreement, Lin Che quickly arrived at Broken Sword Cliff and saw Xu Hao and several other Infant Transformation Stage cultivators.

Xu Hao, with one hand behind his back, looked at the approaching Lin Che and walked over with a smile, saying, "Junior Brother Wang Teng, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, I'm afraid you would have given up."

Lin Che nodded and said, "Senior Brother is joking. Since I promised Senior Brother, how could I, Wang, go back on my word?"

Xu Hao's gaze swept over Lin Che, seemingly casually assessing his aura, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Good! As expected of someone I value!"

He stepped aside, and more than ten cultivators behind him simultaneously stepped forward. The leader had three crimson short swords hanging from his waist, and a faint bloody scent lingered around him.

"This is Senior Brother Zhao from the Sword Hall. He is responsible for setting up the killing array for this operation."

Lin Che slightly cupped his hands towards the cultivator surnamed Zhao. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the dark patterns on this person's sleeves were identical to the demonic patterns on Xu Hao's earlier talismans. Killing intent surged in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

The cultivator surnamed Zhao sneered, and the short swords in his hand hummed. Dozens of blood-colored runes spread from the sword bodies, rapidly moving around Broken Sword Cliff.

"Once the sword array is activated, the elders will monitor it from ten miles away. We just need to hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Once the killing array has absorbed the sword qi, we can make our move."

Senior Brother Zhao looked at the few people beside him, and at the same time, his fingers moved rapidly. The vast energy transformed into pillars of light, converging here and merging into Broken Sword Cliff.

"Junior Brother Xu Hao, I have already set up a restriction here. As long as the Sword Xiao Twelve arrive, they will surely be annihilated."

Xu Hao said with a smile, "In that case, I'll trouble Senior Brother Zhao. After this is done, Senior Brother Zhao will surely become one of the Sword Xiao Twelve."

Senior Brother Zhao nodded, turned to look at the others, and found a place to hide. When the time was right, he would directly activate the restriction, causing all of the Sword Xiao Twelve to perish here.

Lin Che's gaze swept over Broken Sword Cliff, and he couldn't help but think, "There are no cultivators guarding this place. I feel like something is off. It seems I still need to be cautious."

By noon, a biting sword intent whistled past, tearing through the white clouds in the sky.

In the distance, the whistling crystal lights instantly transformed into ancient swords, which were actually streaks of sword qi. These sword qi were filled with a sense of heavenly might.

Amidst the vast expanse of sword lights, stood twelve figures clad in Great Luo Sword Sect robes!

All twelve of them had ancient great swords on their backs. On these swords, various phantom images of demonic beasts materialized, forming the appearance of the Twelve Beasts.

These were precisely the Sword Xiao Twelve of the Great Luo Sword Sect, each of them in the Infant Transformation Stage, possessing extremely formidable strength.

Xu Hao looked at the Sword Xiao Twelve rapidly approaching, immediately turned to his fellow disciples, and whispered, "They're here. As soon as they enter this area, kill them immediately."

Twelve streaks of sword qi, like a倒悬 galaxy, stopped abruptly above Broken Sword Cliff.

Chen Long, the leader, had eyes like lightning. He stared at the faint blood-colored runes on the cliff face, and the coiled dragon ancient sword at his waist suddenly let out a dragon's roar.

"Someone has actually set up a killing array here. Do they think we, the Sword Xiao Twelve, are mere fish on a chopping block?"

As Chen Long's words fell, the ancient great swords on the backs of the twelve simultaneously erupted with brilliant light. Twelve beast phantoms soared into the sky, forming a gigantic barrier that blotted out the sun.

The cultivator surnamed Zhao's expression changed drastically. He immediately roared at Xu Hao and the others, "Not good! Quickly activate the restriction!"

Dozens of blood-colored light pillars shot into the sky, but they were instantly shattered upon touching the twelve beast phantoms.

The rocks where the Sword Hall members were hiding crumbled inch by inch, exposing Xu Hao and the others to the sharp sword intent.

Chen Long stepped through the air, pointed his sword at Xu Hao, and spoke indifferently, "So it's a junior from the Sword Hall. How dare you collude with other disciples to plot mischief? It seems if I don't kill you all today, you'll truly think we, the Sword Xiao Twelve, are soft targets!"

Si She, behind him, suddenly whipped out a soft sword, which transformed into a phantom spirit snake, striking directly at the cultivator surnamed Zhao's throat.

The cultivator surnamed Zhao hastily raised his sword to block, but the snake's tail wrapped around the sword body. A chilling aura invaded his meridians along the sword, and he instantly froze in place.

"Want to kill us? You'll have to get past me first!"

Wu Ma let out a long cry, and the sword qi around him transformed into a stampeding herd of ten thousand horses, sweeping towards the Blood Fiend Hall members.

Seeing this, Xu Hao's pupils suddenly contracted. He keenly realized that the strength displayed by the Sword Xiao Twelve far exceeded his imagination, especially the dragon-shaped sword intent circulating around Chen Long, which subtly resonated with the restriction he had secretly buried.

"Chen Long! Do you really think the Great Luo Sword Sect is your personal domain?"

A flicker of madness flashed in Xu Hao's eyes. He suddenly conjured three pitch-black talismans and roared, "Break for me!"

The moment the talismans exploded, rumbling sounds came from beneath Broken Sword Cliff. Countless blood-colored vines drilled out from underground, tightly coiling around the ankles of the twelve beast phantoms.

Chen Long sneered, and his coiled dragon ancient sword slashed out a golden dragon phantom: "Trifling tricks!"

Wherever the dragon phantom passed, the vines turned to ashes, and Xu Hao and the others' retreat was already sealed by the twelve streaks of sword qi.

Xu Hao was astonished. He immediately turned to look at Lin Che's position, "Junior Brother, what are you waiting for? Make your move!"

Lin Che glanced at the few lights in the distance, which were clearly the Ascension Stage elders of the Great Luo Sword Sect. It seemed they had already noticed that something was amiss with this aura.

"Senior Brother Xu Hao, I, Wang, never intended to help you from the beginning. We'll meet again."

Lin Che looked at the Sword Xiao Twelve, then instantly flew towards the distance, not giving Xu Hao and the others any chance to react.

Xu Hao's eyes widened, and he roared, "Bastard, you're playing me!"

Chen Long, with one hand behind his back, looked at Wu Ma beside him and said indifferently, "Wu Ma, go kill him."