Ferocious Beasts Block the Way, Hidden Edge Breaks the Situation

Inside the canyon, the light was dim, with only a sliver of sky overhead that could barely make out the path beneath one's feet.

The damp rock walls were covered with dark green moss, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay. It was obvious that too many people had died on this road.

The procession moved extremely slowly, with the disciples in blue robes huddled together behind them, their steps unsteady. Every now and then, someone would trip over the loose stones under their feet, causing a small disturbance.

Zhao Jinghong and his two companions walked in the middle of the group, surrounded and protected by the disciples in blue robes. They strolled leisurely, as if they were enjoying a leisurely trip, and occasionally the disciples would utter a few words of reprimand.

"Hurry up! Are you dawdling and waiting for the beast to come and devour you all?"

"Keep your eyes peeled! Report any unusual activity ahead immediately. Anyone who tries to conceal it will be thrown down to feed the beasts!"

Xiao Yunsheng continued to walk at the front, casually draping the Flowing Cloud Sword over his shoulder. He appeared relaxed, but in reality, he was alert and vigilant, keeping his muscles in a state of both relaxation and alertness.

He could clearly hear rustling sounds coming from the crevices in the cliffs on both sides; he could smell, in addition to the stench of decay, a highly aggressive, monstrous stench in the wind.

This Yanyu Mountain was even more dangerous than he had anticipated.

Just as the group reached the middle of the canyon, at a narrow pass, something unexpected happened!

"roar--!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from a crevice in the cliff face on the left. The sound was violent and carried an extremely strong pressure, causing the entire canyon to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, several dark figures suddenly pounced out from the cracks in the rocks, bringing with them a pungent, fishy smell, and rushed straight towards Xiao Yunsheng at the front of the group!

It's a Black Rock Fang!

The most common low-level ferocious beast in Yanyu Mountain is a huge beast with thick skin and flesh. Its body is covered with hard, black scales. It has a pair of blood-red eyes the size of copper bells, and its mouth is wide open, revealing two rows of sharp fangs. Saliva drips down from the fangs and falls to the ground, instantly corroding small pits.

Seven or eight Black Rock Fangs charged at once!

The group instantly erupted into chaos. The disciples in blue robes screamed and scattered in all directions, creating a mess. Some were even so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

"Black Rock Falcons! So many Black Rock Falcons!"

"We're doomed! We're dead!"

From the shadows of the pass, seven or eight Black Rock Fangs charged out one after another, their eyes glowing red, saliva dripping from their fangs onto the ground, corroding small pits into the gravel and completely blocking the pass.

The three people, Zhao Jinghong and his companion, who were walking in the middle, not only showed no intention of making a move, but instead took a step back in unison, revealing cold smiles on their faces.

Zhao Jinghong looked up at Xiao Yunsheng at the front, her tone full of malice: "Xiao Yunsheng, aren't you quite capable? Now your chance has come. Stop these beasts! If you can hold them off, the credit for this trial will be yours; if you can't, you'll die because you're worthless!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp sword intent struck the ground behind Xiao Yunsheng, sending shards of stone flying and completely blocking Xiao Yunsheng's retreat.

"Attack! If you dare back down an inch, I'll kill you right now!"

The disciples in blue robes behind him looked at Xiao Yunsheng, whose retreat was blocked and who was facing seven or eight Black Rock Fangs. Their faces were full of sympathy, but not one of them dared to stand up and say a word.

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Yunsheng showed no panic at all when faced with the oncoming Black Rock Fang; instead, he smiled.

He took the blade of grass from his mouth and flicked it with his hand. The grass, like a hidden weapon, accurately struck the eye of the Black Rock Falcon at the front.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you'd better hide well!"

Xiao Yunsheng flicked his wrist, and the Flowing Cloud Sword at his waist was instantly drawn. The sword drew a cold arc of light, shining with a dazzling cold light in the dim canyon.

The moment he finished speaking, the black rock fang at the front pounced in front of him, opening its blood-red maw and biting straight at his head.

Xiao Yunsheng lightly touched the ground with his foot, his figure moving like a ghost as he dodged to the side. At the same time, he thrust out the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand, accurately piercing through the Black Rock Fang's eye socket and straight into its brain!

With a "plop," the sword disappeared into the hilt.

The roar of the black rock fang abruptly ceased, its massive body crashing heavily to the ground. It twitched twice before falling silent.

One move, and he instantly killed a Black Rock Fang!

The entire canyon fell silent instantly. The disciples in blue robes who had been fleeing in all directions were stunned in place. Even Zhao Jinghong behind him froze on his face with disbelief in his eyes.

He never imagined that this disciple in blue robes, whom he considered a piece of trash, would actually possess such formidable strength!

This sword technique was precise and swift, without a single superfluous movement. It was clear that he had mastered the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique to its extreme. Even he, a direct disciple of the Azure Cloud Sword Pavilion, might not be able to do it!

You should know that even he, as a direct descendant of the red-robed lineage, was not confident of defeating Black Rock Fang in one move!

Xiao Yunsheng in the canyon did not pause for a moment.

Having dealt with the first Black Rock Fang, he didn't stop, his figure weaving between several Black Rock Fangs. The Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand seemed to come alive, each thrust precisely hitting the Black Rock Fang's vital points without any unnecessary movements.

He mastered the basic Flowing Cloud Sword Technique of the Heavenly Palace Sect to its fullest extent, simplifying complex techniques and making each move deadly.

Three years of hard work day and night were not in vain.

Screams rang out one after another, and in just half an incense stick's time, all seven or eight Black Rock Fangs lay dead in pools of blood.

Xiao Yunsheng stood amidst the pile of corpses, not a drop of blood on his body. With a gentle flick of his Flowing Cloud Sword, the blood droplets on the blade fell to the ground. He looked up at Zhao Jinghong behind him, the coldness in his eyes even colder than the blade of the sword.

"Senior Brother Zhao," Xiao Yunsheng's voice remained casual, yet carried an undeniable authority, "the ferocious beast has been dealt with. Is there anything else you require?"

Zhao Jinghong felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and instinctively took a step back. The arrogance and ruthlessness on her face were instantly replaced by panic.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

The fear in the eyes of the disciples in blue robes behind him, looking at Xiao Yunsheng standing in front of the pile of corpses, was gradually replaced by awe.

Xiao Yunsheng didn't look at Zhao Jinghong again, but turned around and his gaze fell on the pile of decaying leaves at his feet, his eyes filled with a sense of solemnity.

He crouched down and carefully parted the thick layer of decaying leaves, revealing a palm-sized meteorite iron sword pendant intact.

Xiao Yunsheng's heart clenched, and he instinctively pressed his hand to his collar—where he wore a cold meteorite iron sword pendant close to his skin, something he had worn since childhood.

The meteorite iron sword pendant on the ground was made of the same material as the pendant in his collar. The front was engraved with half a flowing cloud pattern, and the back center had a clear "surprise" character engraved by his father.

It's a mother's pendant!

It was the sword pendant that my father, Xiao Jingchen, had worn close to his body for over ten years!

He subconsciously pulled out his sword pendant from his collar. The two pendants fit together perfectly, forming a complete cloud pattern. The characters "惊" (startled) and "云" (cloud) were aligned perfectly.

Xiao Yunsheng's Adam's apple bobbed. Three years of forbearance, three years of sword practice, and three years of obsession all surged into his heart at this moment!

The truth about my father lies deep within this canyon!

No matter how many dangers lie ahead, no matter how many ferocious beasts he faces, he will not back down.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhao Jinghong, watching his retreating figure, had a glint of extreme ruthlessness and murderous intent in her eyes.