"Anyone else want to stand up for them?"
Ning Beichen's gaze fell upon the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whose restless movements Ning Beichen had already sensed.
Ning Beichen had killed two people, both of them at the Ancestor level, which terrified the Heavenly Sword Sect leader into immobility.
If killing the first person could be attributed to luck, or to the Chen family ancestor being unprepared and Ning Beichen's sneak attack succeeding.
Then, when Ning Beichen killed the second person, there was no room for luck. It was pure, unadulterated strength.
"Young friend, please calm your anger. That's not what we meant."
The ancestor of the Zhou family, covered in sweat, quickly stepped forward to explain.
Ning Beichen ignored him and asked the crowd, "Does anyone else want Xu Fengshan's belongings?"
This time, no one present spoke. To reap the rewards, one had to see if they had the capability.
The atmosphere in the reception hall was extremely oppressive. These people wanted to take advantage, but they lacked the courage to come forward, fearing they would suffer the same fate as the two who had died.
Yet, they were unwilling to give up. They hoped someone else would step forward, so they all turned their gazes towards the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The Heavenly Sword Sect leader's eyelids twitched. Ning Beichen was so ruthless, his strength so unfathomably mysterious. He truly didn't want to be the one to act, but if no one else did, and they were to leave in disgrace, he would feel resentful, not to mention others.
There's a saying in the world: "Greed moves the heart." This situation perfectly described it.
Originally, everyone had come with a powerful presence. In their eyes, a young man without a powerful backing would be at their mercy, to be molded and kneaded as they pleased. But they discovered they had kicked an iron plate, and a very hard one at that. For a moment, they were caught in a dilemma.
Unwilling to retreat, yet lacking the courage to advance.
"Ning Beichen, you must think carefully. Do you truly want to oppose so many of our families and sects?"
Finally, the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect spoke, raising his vigilance to a hundred percent, especially after seeing the fate of the two ancestors who had died before him.
"Don't say such disgusting things to me. It is you who are trying to rob me of my things, not I who is trying to rob you. Thieves should have the face of thieves, don't try to portray yourselves as noble."
Ning Beichen didn't care if he was the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Even if he were a sect leader or an ancestor, what of it? If he angered Ning Beichen, he would still be killed, his blood staining the ground and his head rolling.
"Ning Beichen, don't be arrogant. No matter how powerful you are, you are still just one person. Do you intend to be an enemy to all of us?"
With the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect stepping forward, the others also mustered their courage, drawing their weapons against Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen closed his eyes briefly. With a swish, the ancient bronze sword flashed. The man who had threatened Ning Beichen was sent flying. His head didn't fall, but a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
"Since you have no shame, why should I? Do you think I am more shameless than you?"
Ning Beichen laughed loudly and then attacked with the ancient bronze sword, unleashing the Songshan Sword Art.
Rays of sword light formed a massive sword dragon in the air, charging towards the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the others.
The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect's pupils contracted. He immediately unleashed his sacred skill, the Heavenly Sword Art.
His sword multiplied into ten thousand, forming a void in his hand and transforming into a giant sword, which attacked Ning Beichen's sword dragon.
A series of clanging sounds!
As the giant sword collided with the sword dragon, it was like a missile, emitting a thunderous roar and creating a small mushroom cloud, reducing the entire reception hall to ruins.
The giant sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect did block Ning Beichen's sword dragon. After all, the Heavenly Sword Sect's primary focus was swordsmanship, and he was their sect leader, so his strength was naturally not weak.
"Kid, die!"
"Kill him, avenge the Chen family ancestor!"
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, surrender quickly, or we'll kill you!"
Except for the ancestor of the Zhou family, everyone else ganged up on Ning Beichen.
These people were all ancestors and sect leaders of various families, not minor figures. At the very least, each of them possessed a sacred skill.
It was better when Ning Beichen didn't make a move. Once he did, these people shamelessly attacked him, abandoning all pretense of dignity, with only one thought: to kill Ning Beichen.
It wasn't just because Ning Beichen had taken Xu Fengshan's inheritance, but because they feared Ning Beichen's strength. If such an enemy were allowed to grow, he would become their disaster.
Moreover, Ning Beichen had already grown to a point where he posed a significant threat to them. If they didn't eliminate him now, when would they?
"Kill! Sacred skill, Abi Asura Blade."
A fierce blade light seemed to emerge from the deepest abyss, accompanied by ghostly wails, slashing towards Ning Beichen.
"Sacred skill, Black Fiend Finger!"
To Ning Beichen's left, three fingers, radiating with surging malevolent energy, lunged towards him.
"Stop!"
The ancestor of the Zhou family, who hadn't joined the attack, turned pale in horror as they ganged up on Ning Beichen and shouted urgently.
He knew Ning Beichen's strength well. Even before Ning Beichen entered the ancestral court, he could make their Zhou family flee in disarray.
Now that Ning Beichen had returned alive from the ancestral court, his strength would likely be even more terrifying.
He had initially come to inquire about the ancestral court from Ning Beichen.
Ideally, he wanted to obtain some benefits from Ning Beichen regarding the ancestral court. Even if there were no benefits, obtaining a method to enter the ancestral court would suffice.
However, these people were coveting the inheritance left by the ruthless Iron Demon, they were truly useless teammates.
But these people completely ignored the Zhou family ancestor's advice and relentlessly attacked Ning Beichen, not just surrounded him, but tried to kill him.
"You--you--are--seeking--death!"
Ning Beichen had originally intended to show some mercy, killing a few to make an example would have been enough. Who knew these people wanted his life!
"Ten thousand paths, no trace is seen!"
Ning Beichen uttered each word deliberately.
This was the fourth form of the Songshan Sword Art. He had never used it before, not because he wouldn't, but because he couldn't comprehend it. Only after his strength recently improved had he managed to grasp this sword technique.
As Ning Beichen's words fell.
A cold wind began to blow from all directions.
The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, those ancestors, and the others who were attacking Ning Beichen immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Not good, everyone retreat quickly!"
The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect was the first to feel fear and urgently warned everyone.
But it was too late.
As the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect warned everyone, the entire space suddenly seemed to freeze, like a slow-motion shot.
After about a breath, the entire space rapidly flowed, if it was slow-motion before, it was now ten times the speed, and the surroundings emitted cracking sounds.