bookandnovel Chapter 14767 A Tragedy
Chapter 14767 A Tragedy
Chapter 14767 A Tragedy
Saint Kushan was furious: "Yellow Black Panther, are you mocking me, deliberately trying to deceive me with a non-existent treasure?"
Huang Heibao was speechless. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word... Sheng Kushan was right. With Sheng Kushan's strength, if someone made a move in the valley, it would be impossible for him to escape his notice.
But the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword is indeed missing. What exactly happened?
He suddenly recalled the fleeting feeling of being watched in the valley earlier, and his heart sank as a terrifying thought surged into his mind... Someone had been lurking in the shadows all along!
That person's concealment skills were too incredible. Not only did he evade his detection, but he also escaped the perception of Mount Shengku. In the midst of his fierce battle with Long Sanhuan and the others, he stole the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword without anyone noticing!
"Elder, I'm innocent!" Huang Heibao hurriedly knelt down, his voice trembling and pleading.
"This junior had no intention of mocking me! The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword was indeed in my hands, but I don't know which cowardly villain secretly stole it!"
This junior suspects that someone has been secretly causing trouble all along. I implore the elder to investigate thoroughly and seek justice for this junior!
Saint Kushan snorted coldly, his killing intent growing stronger. What he hated most was being deceived and mocked.
With a flick of his sleeve, a violent and unparalleled power of annihilation suddenly erupted, like an invisible giant hand, slamming hard into the chest of the yellow black panther!
puff……!
Yellow Black Leopard coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily into the mountain wall behind him with a dull thud.
The mountainside collapsed instantly, burying most of him in rubble. His life force immediately weakened, and his fate was unknown.
"I have no time to listen to your sophistry." Saint Kushan's eyes were as cold as frost, and the aura of annihilation around him grew stronger. His tone was filled with an undeniable majesty.
"Since you keep claiming to have a great treasure to offer, then hand it over immediately. If you cannot, then you are deliberately mocking me, committing a heinous crime deserving of death!"
Yellow Black Panther collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, his aura completely gone, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was swallowed up by despair.
He knew perfectly well that Saint Bitter Mountain was a man of his word, and if he couldn't produce the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword today, not only would he himself be doomed, but the entire Black Sword Hall might also be implicated and destroyed.
He's finished, completely finished.
In the face of life and death, the instinct for survival overcame all fear. Huang Heibao gritted his teeth, used the last bit of energy in his body, and leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of black light. Like a stray dog, he fled desperately towards the Black Sword Hall...
His only hope was to return to the Black Sword Hall and seek the protection of the patriarch, Huang Heijian.
Saint Kussan watched his fleeing figure, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in his eyes, but he did not give chase, instead standing with his hands behind his back.
He stared indifferently at the departing black figure, his expression calm and unwavering, as if he were looking at an ant struggling in vain.
Long Sanhuan was filled with doubt. He stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Elder, why didn't you just chase after Huang Heibao and kill him, instead of letting him escape?"
Mount St. Bacchus spoke calmly, his tone filled with absolute certainty:
"He may run away, but he can't hide. The Black Sword Hall is right there, with deep roots. He will never escape my grasp."
Besides, he's just a stray dog; there's no need to waste my time. I can deal with him all at once when I get to the Black Sword Hall.”
As expected, just as Sacred Mountain had predicted, Yellow Black Panther fought with all his might, fleeing in a sorry state, not even having time to conceal his aura.
As he staggered into the Black Sword Hall's gate, he was met with an extremely terrifying pressure, which was even more intense than the aura of Holy Bitter Mountain, instantly immobilizing him.
"evil creature!"
A furious roar exploded like thunder, shaking the entire Black Sword Hall gate slightly. A huge black palm slowly emerged from the depths of the Black Sword Hall.
A dense aura of black sword energy swirled around his palm, containing earth-shattering power, and he slammed it directly into the chest of the yellow black panther!
puff……
Yellow Black Panther spat out another mouthful of blood, his body flying away like a kite with a broken string, violently blasted away by the giant hand.
He crashed heavily to the ground outside the Black Sword Hall's gate, struggling for a long time before he could barely prop himself up, his breath as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
An aged figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Black Sword Hall, dressed in an ancient black robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and a powerful aura of swordsmanship surrounding him, his eyes sharp as swords.
It was Huang Heijian, the patriarch of the Black Sword Hall... a top expert who had lived in seclusion for many years and whose strength was unfathomable.
Huang Heijian's face was so gloomy it could drip water, his gaze fixed on the yellow-black leopard on the ground, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but more so an uncontrollable rage:
"You damned wretch! What terrible trouble have you gotten yourself into? How dare you attract the elders of the Silent Court? Do you want to drag the entire Black Sword Hall down with you?"
Yellow Black Panther struggled to his feet, but his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. His voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent, filled with pleading and grievance.
"Ancestor, I am innocent! I really did not cause trouble on purpose! The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword was indeed in my hands, but it was secretly stolen by some cowardly villain! I was framed, I was really framed!"
Huang Heijian remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing tightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes...
He knew Huang Heibao well; although he was reckless, impulsive, and ambitious, he would never dare to deliberately deceive the elders of the Silent Court, much less risk the survival of the Black Sword Hall.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
Sure enough, the figure of Saint Bitter Mountain appeared at the edge of the sky, surrounded by a dense aura of annihilation, and slowly flew towards the Black Sword Hall as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Following closely behind were Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi, Shen Wansan, Xia Laozi, and others, all with arrogant expressions and unfriendly gazes fixed on the Black Sword Hall's mountain gate.
Saint Kushan's figure flickered, landing steadily in front of the Black Sword Hall's gate. His gaze coldly swept over Huang Heijian, and his aura suddenly erupted, sweeping towards Huang Heijian like a tsunami. His tone was icy and chilling:
"Huang Heijian, your Black Sword Hall disciple is incredibly audacious to dare mock me. What is your punishment for this?"
Huang Heijian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and bowed respectfully to Mount Shengku, his posture reverent, yet his tone carried a hint of firmness:
"Elder, please calm down. There is indeed something strange about this matter. It was not that Black Panther was deliberately playing a trick on you. Please allow my Black Sword Hall to investigate this matter thoroughly and give you an explanation."
"Strange?" Saint Kushan sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "What strangeness? I'd like to hear it. What strangeness could there be in someone who could lose the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword?"