After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 120:

Xiao Yang made his move, and the moment he did, all eyes were on him. The terrifying twelfth-level sword intent erupted from the center of his brow, forming a sword domain that instantly enveloped Li Kuang, who was desperately trying to escape. With a single movement of his Heavenly Sword Finger, it was as if time itself froze.

Xiao Yang used his finger as a sword, unleashing an attack so profound that the heavens and earth seemed to pale in comparison. Everyone watching was left in awe—whether it was the Transmission Elder Cang Xiao, Jiang Ting, Lei Ranjie, the Heavenly Medical Sect’s Saintess Ning Shu, or her disciples—they were all utterly captivated by this unparalleled strike.

Xiao Yang’s sword domain could only immobilize Li Kuang for a fleeting moment. Unlike the battle at the Northern Mountain Spirit Vein of Yuanlong City, Xiao Yang no longer had the power of the Lunar Dragon Pearl to draw upon. Back then, he was practically invincible. Now, he had only his cultivation and combat strength to rely on.

But one moment was all Xiao Yang needed. Just as Li Kuang regained his mobility, Xiao Yang’s sword finger was already pressing against his brow. A surge of Heavenly Sword Qi invaded Li Kuang’s body, tearing through his meridians. The destructive force burst out from every acupuncture point on Li Kuang’s body, spraying a mist of blood into the air.

Li Kuang let out a bloodcurdling scream as he fell from the sky.

Qin Fei’s eyes turned red as he witnessed this. That was his uncle—his closest family member. But this time, it wasn’t just the destruction of Li Kuang’s dantian. Xiao Yang’s attack had obliterated all his meridians, rendering him completely crippled.

Having incapacitated Li Kuang with a single strike, Xiao Yang casually retrieved the spirit crystals he had used to set up the formation, then left the city with his two spirit beasts.

…

Everyone was still in shock.

“The Sword Saint’s mastery of swordsmanship is simply terrifying!” the Transmission Elder exclaimed in admiration. As a sword cultivator himself, he couldn’t help but marvel at the brilliance of Xiao Yang’s strike.

The disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect were equally amazed. They could only dream of reaching such a level of swordsmanship.

Ning Shu, however, stared thoughtfully in the direction Xiao Yang had disappeared.

At that moment, Lin Wangchuan and Song Qiang finally climbed out from the rubble, dusting themselves off.

“Where’s the Holy Son?” Lin Wangchuan shouted.

“Where’s Senior Brother?” Song Qiang looked around anxiously.

“Did Senior Brother abandon you two and flee again?” Zheng Fan jeered loudly.

“I can’t believe Senior Brother is that kind of person,” Lei Ranjie added, his dissatisfaction clear. Having been away to seek reinforcements, Lei Ranjie hadn’t witnessed the earlier events. He only knew the complaints against Xiao Yang, which seemed to paint him as selfish and cowardly.

“You know nothing! Senior Brother would never do such a thing,” Song Qiang snapped in anger.

“Song Junior Brother, stop defending him. He left you two behind to save himself,” Zheng Fan retorted coldly.

“It was the Holy Son who saved us. He didn’t run away!” Lin Wangchuan shouted, glaring at Zheng Fan.

“Then where is he?” Zheng Fan shot back.

“That…” Lin Wangchuan and Song Qiang faltered. Xiao Yang was indeed nowhere to be seen.

“Humph. Face the facts. Stop defending him. He’s not worth it,” Han Bin, lying on a stretcher, sneered.

“You…” Lin Wangchuan was furious but had no rebuttal.

“Looking for me?” a voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice, startled.

“Sword Saint?” the Transmission Elder instinctively stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

The others stared, confused and uncertain.

“Senior Brother, are you impersonating the Sword Saint again?” Jiang Ting’s voice was filled with anger.

Laughter rang out as Xiao Yang removed the golden dragon-patterned mask, revealing his face.

The group was stunned. Xiao Yang was truly brazen, pretending to be the Sword Saint right under the real Sword Saint’s nose. If the Sword Saint discovered this, the consequences would be dire—not just for Xiao Yang, but for everyone associated with him.

Xiao Yang had, in fact, never left the city. After stepping outside briefly, he had quickly stored away his two spirit beasts and returned unnoticed.

“Holy Son, you…” The Transmission Elder was flustered. He had just respectfully greeted Xiao Yang, thinking he was the Sword Saint. The realization left him feeling deeply embarrassed.

“The Holy Son wouldn’t abandon us! I knew it!” Lin Wangchuan said excitedly.

“Senior Brother, are you okay?” Song Qiang asked, concerned.

“I’m fine,” Xiao Yang replied, his gaze sweeping over Qin Fei, Zheng Fan, Han Bin, and the others. While he knew Qin Fei was a demon cult mole, Zheng Fan and Han Bin were just ungrateful traitors.

Zheng Fan and Han Bin avoided Xiao Yang’s gaze, guilt written on their faces.

Others still harbored resentment toward Xiao Yang, but he couldn’t care less. The Azure Sun Sword Sect would soon be behind him after the Hidden Dragon Grand Tournament. For now, he would focus on punishing Qin Fei.

With a smirk, Xiao Yang turned and walked toward where Li Kuang had fallen.

Qin Fei clenched his fists tightly, his gaze filled with hatred as he watched Xiao Yang’s back. If looks could kill, Xiao Yang would have died a thousand deaths.

Before long, Xiao Yang dragged Li Kuang’s bloodied and broken body from the rubble, throwing him in front of everyone like discarded trash. The once-mighty demonic cultivator now lay on the ground like a mangled dog, utterly humiliated.

Seeing his uncle in such a state, Qin Fei’s eyes burned with rage. But he dared not act.

Xiao Yang noticed Qin Fei’s expression and felt immense satisfaction. Killing Li Kuang outright would be too merciful. Xiao Yang wanted Qin Fei to feel the pain of destroying his own family.

“That’s him… the one wearing the mask…” Li Kuang’s venomous gaze locked onto Xiao Yang, his voice trembling with hatred.

“Shut up!” Jiang Ting snapped, glaring at Li Kuang. She couldn’t stand the sight of this demon, especially after what had happened to Qin Fei.

“Dying, yet still trying to sow discord?” Song Qiang kicked Li Kuang hard, causing him to cough up blood.

“Junior Brother, this demon humiliated you. Why haven’t you avenged yourself yet?” Xiao Yang tossed a dagger at Qin Fei’s feet. “Now’s your chance.”

“Yes! Kill him!” others shouted.

Ning Shu and the Heavenly Medical Sect disciples watched silently. Killing a demon was always justified.

Qin Fei trembled as he picked up the dagger, his mind in turmoil. The man before him was his uncle, the one who had protected him since childhood. How could he bring himself to do it?

“Kill me!” Li Kuang roared, his eyes fixed on Qin Fei. He couldn’t let their plans be exposed, no matter what.

Tears filled Qin Fei’s eyes. He gritted his teeth, raised the dagger, and plunged it into his uncle’s chest.

Xiao Yang watched coldly. “How does it feel, Qin Fei, to kill your own flesh and blood?”