Chapter Thirty-Two: The Rear Palace

  The weak Haitian stumbled and fell to the ground, panting heavily "huffing and puffing".

  The sword energy in his body had almost been depleted. In such a situation, it was extremely dangerous to exhaust the sword energy in his body. If it were someone else, they would never do such a thing.

  Ke Haitian did this, he wasn't reckless, but to establish his authority, to let these two gate disciples at the level of great swordsmen know that their weak strength was not so easy to bully!

  Moreover, Haitian knew that Koluo had brought himself to Jianxiao Sect, and he would absolutely not watch himself die.

  He knelt down on the ground in an emergency, constantly recovering the sword spirit power inside his body. Even if he had confidence that Koru would guarantee his safety, he was not used to entrusting his own safety to others.

  As Hai Tian began to recover, Ke Lu also let out a quiet sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had arrived just in time; if he had waited any longer and allowed the two gatekeeper disciples to react and launch a joint counterattack, Hai Tian would have been utterly annihilated. But Ke Lu was also secretly shocked - he hadn't known that the "Nine Heavenly Sword Manual" actually contained such a sword technique.

  "You damned little brat, I'll kill you!" The disciple who was attacked by Haitian first finally came to his senses and started cursing at Haitian with a vicious tone, the sword energy in his hand condensed instantly.

  "Halt! You can't move him!" Koro waved his hand, and the green light swept away, instantly dispersing the sword spirit energy that the gatekeeper's disciple had condensed in his hand.

  "Master Bo, what's going on..." Not only the disciple guarding the gate, but also another person was completely stunned. No one had expected that Koru would not help them, but instead helped an outsider.

  Looking at the gradually reddening face of Haitian, Koro glanced at the two guardian disciples and coldly shouted: "Speak! What's going on here?"

  "Th...th..." The two gatekeeper disciples stuttered, neither of them speaking up first.

  Ke Lu's face turned even colder, pointing at the gatekeeper disciple who had clashed with Hei Tian: "Xing Lu, you tell me, what exactly is going on here? If you can't explain clearly, then accept the punishment of the sect rules!"

  As soon as he heard the two words "door rules", his face changed suddenly, and he quickly knelt down and said: "Master Bo, it's this kid who just mocked our Jianlan Sect. I was so angry that I wanted to teach him a lesson. But who knew he...he..."

  "Who would have thought that he would actually suppress both of you?" Koro said coldly, helping Hanyou out, scaring him so much that he was trembling on the ground.

  It is known that Ke Lu is renowned throughout Jian Yan Zong, not only for his status as the Wind Sword King and the Eldest Senior Brother of Jian Yan Zong, but also because he is in charge of the entire Jian Yan Zong's punishment.

  Whether it's a low-ranking disciple or a high-ranking one, the person they least want to meet is probably Koro. With just one sentence from Koro, they might end up with their skin ripped open and their flesh torn apart, or even be expelled from Jianlan Sect.

  "Hmph! You two kids, actually being suppressed by a small six-segment sword's power, aren't you ashamed!" Koro let out a heavy cold snort, scaring the other gate-disciple into hastily kneeling down as well.

  At this time, Haitian, who had been holding his breath all along, finally opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He had already heard everything that Koro and the others had just said.

  "Ke Lu, is this how your Jian Xuan Sect bullies people? Two great swordsmen taking action against me, a small six-segment sword cultivator, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?" Hai Tian immediately started to mock and ridicule.

  However, Ke Lu furrowed his brow tightly and said in a cold voice, "You'd better be honest with me, kid. Don't try to talk your way out of this. Also, the master wants to see you, come with me."

  As he spoke, Koro walked directly into the grand hall, and Haitian smiled carelessly and followed him in.

  This made Xing Lu and another gatekeeper disciple stare blankly, and after seeing Hai Tian and the others had walked far away, Xing Lu whispered: "Xing Lv, what is this kid's origin? He can actually see Master Zu? Although we guard here every day, it has been two years since we last saw Master Zu."

  "I don't know, but the sword technique that kid used just now was really terrifying. If he had the same strength as us, he could have killed us instantly." Xing Lv's expression still showed lingering fear.

  "Now that you mention it, I have the same feeling. Fortunately, this kid's abilities are still quite low, otherwise we would be in big trouble." Xing Lu also hastily shook her head, as if trying to throw off her fear of Hai Tian.

  As for the conversation between Xing Lu and Xing Lv, Hai Tian did not hear it, he followed Ke Lu into the grand hall.

  The grand hall's magnificent decorations also piqued his interest. It was worth noting that in the past, when he was the Sword God, he had long since stopped caring about worldly possessions and would casually dig out a cave to use as a place for ascetic practice.

  Just by looking at the magnificent palace in front of him, Hai Tian knew that the master of Jian Xuan Sect was probably not very capable.

  "The main hall is where the master usually gathers his disciples, he lives in the back hall, follow me." Koru briefly introduced Hai Tian and then didn't say much more.

  The sea and sky didn't ask much, a pair of eyes sizing everything up.

  Soon, Haitian followed Koro to the back hall. Compared with the front hall, the back hall was much smaller, but the luxurious degree did not decrease at all, which made Haitian's heart even more disdainful.

  "Master, he has arrived." Koru said with a bow at the entrance of the back hall.

  "Is it? Bring him in." A rough voice came from the rear hall.

  "Yes!" Koru nodded slightly, then turned to Haitian and said in a low voice, "Master likes quietness, you should speak softly when you go in later, don't look around unnecessarily."

  "Cut it out, I'm not a disciple of your Jianxuan Sect, why should I listen to you?" Haitian sneered.

  "Korul hummed coldly: 'I advise you to listen to me, otherwise if anything happens, I won't be able to protect you!'"

  After that, Ke Lu also stopped paying attention to Hai Tian, walked straight up the stairs and carefully pushed open the temple door. He gave Hai Tian a hint with his eyes and then went in.

  Haitian was quite unconvinced, curling his lip in disdain as he followed closely behind. To be honest, he was still a bit curious about what level of Sword Emperor the Sect Master of Jianxuan Sect really was.

  As soon as he entered the back temple, Hai Tian felt a strong and dense heavenly energy coming in, the refreshing feeling made him involuntarily take a few more breaths, and the sword spirit power inside his body seemed to have a slight increase.

  "If I can cultivate in such an environment, I believe that within a month, I will be able to reach the power of a 9th rank sword!" Hai Tian thought to himself.

  "Are you Hai Tian?" Suddenly, a rough voice came over from afar.

  Haitian raised his eyes in the direction of the sound, and compared to the luxurious exterior, the interior of the back hall was very simple and empty. In the deepest part of the hall, an old man in purple clothes sat on a futon, now slightly opening his eyes to size up Haitian.

  Haitian suddenly recalled Ke Lu's last words, a playful smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly opened his throat to shout loudly: "I - am - Hai - Tian!"

  Koro's face changed color as he had just instructed Haitian not to shout loudly, but who would have thought that Haitian would forget his words so quickly and even intentionally started shouting.

  "Kid, want to die?" Koru glared at Haitian with a pair of eyes full of strong murderous intent.

  "Kor, retreat!" However, the purple-robed old man's voice suddenly rang out.

  Ke Lu looked at the old man in purple clothes with a surprised expression: "Master, is it him..."

  "I told you to back off, didn't you hear me?" The old man's tone had clearly turned cold. Koru's face immediately changed color and he had no choice but to take a few steps back, bowing his head in silence with great respect.

  He glanced at Kor, and Hai Tian realized that he was actually afraid of the purple-robed old man in front of him. He had originally wanted to expand his sword recognition, but thinking that the purple-robed old man was also a Sword Emperor, he immediately gave up.

  His current sword intent has recovered to the level of a Sword Emperor, but if he tries to probe a high-level expert of the same level, he will definitely be detected by the other party. If the other party seizes the opportunity and launches a fierce attack on his released sword intent, it will cause him great harm.

  His current swordsmanship is still quite fragile and can't withstand such an attack. To be on the safe side, he gave up probing.

  "Little one, you are very bold." The old man in purple clothes suddenly spoke up at a time when Hai Tian was deep in thought.

  Upon hearing this, Hai Tian smiled confidently and said: "Of course, I've always thought that my courage is extremely great."

  "Before you came in, Koro must have told you the rules once, but just now you still shouted loudly. Don't you fear that I will kill you?" As he spoke, a vast and powerful aura suddenly rose up.

  Like a mountain collapse, he rushed towards the sea and sky with fierce momentum, the enormous pressure almost made the sea and sky unable to straighten their waist, but he gritted his teeth, propping himself up firmly, the sweat on his forehead falling continuously.

  "Damn it, old bastard!" Haotian cursed under his breath, the sword spirit energy inside him churning restlessly, trying to counteract this massive pressure.

  The gap is really too big. At this moment, the sea and sky are like a small boat in a stormy rain, which can be capsized by waves at any time.

  Suddenly, a white dot burst out from the small belly of the sea and sky, slightly forcing back the vast momentum.

  "Kor said it was true, you have indeed condensed the sword spirit." The voice of the purple-robed old man sounded again, and at the same time, he withdrew all of his vast and suffocating aura.

  Suddenly lost the momentum of the oppressive sea and sky, directly fell to the ground, panting heavily.

  "What do you mean?" He stood up immediately, panting slightly, and coldly shouted, his eyes filled with ferocity and strong killing intent. He had never been humiliated like this before.

  "Little one, do you want to kill me?" The old man in purple suddenly spoke up and said.

  The sea and sky were stunned for a moment, but he calmly admitted: "So what?"