Supreme Emperor of Swords

Sword God Sovereign v1c8

 

 

October 2, 2017

 

 

Vol 1, Chapter 8: Song Jiannan

TL: Godspell

Opening the door, Ding Hao slowly walked in.

Suddenly, at the moment.

Chi!

Shua!

Two shadows one on his left and other on his right, gripping Sword on their hands mercilessly attacking him, without even noticing him the presence of these two shadows when appearing from the door behind him.

This is two long Swords.

The end of the Sword hilt is in hands of two youngsters smiling from head to toe,

last night Zhao Xingcheng discussed this plan with his gang.

The Iron Sword is continuously attacking Ding Hao with full murderous intentions as if want to take his life right away.

In an instant, Ding Hao had understood everything, looking at the door of his tattered hut.and looking at Zhao Xingcheng malicious smile.

Therefore Ding Hao has also smiled.

In a moment, Zhao Xingcheng face turned puzzled then surprise and finally it became of a shock.

Because he understood immediately, his painstaking arrangement of sneak attacking Ding Hao was already seen through by his opponent, not only it did not work,instead of Ding Hao being beaten up by there sneak attack instead at this moment all he was able to see Ding Hao fists, like lightning his fist was actually sent first before their fist could even reach him pounded maliciously smashing at the faces of his side two youngsters.

“Ahh …”

“Puff……”

Two sad and pitiful shrill yelled around him.

The red blood spatters everywhere and their white teeth’s flew around the scene, the one’s sneak attacking him laughing crazily youngsters now had turned his face with enough fear making their faces distorted thoroughly.

Their bodies like a hammer have hit a ragged doll same involuntarily flew upside down to fall more than 10 meters going straight smashing at the fence wall.

Blowing his fists lightly which is dripping with fresh blood, Ding Hao strode into the middle of the courtyard slowly.

Some of the remaining boys in the courtyard, who had been lurking in around his hut, had been completely petrified and standing foolish, and standing there motionless without uttering a single word.

But the chief criminal Zhao Xingcheng, facing this combative Ding Hao as if he had seen a fearful Ancient Beast, making him loses his courage in an instant, lightly drawing himself back slowly several steps subconsciously, nearly falling down on the ground.

At this moment, he is completely scared, cowardly turning around and to continue running, pushing open the door, madly rushing out from the tattered hut.

“Senior Disciple Brother Song, he came, Senior Disciple Brother Song……” Zhao Xingchengao Xingcheng panic-stricken screaming loudly from his lungs.

Inside the hut, the Golden rays of the sun was pouring down from the door-frame of the hut, seeing a young man wearing a blue robe, having closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged quietly,the aura he is giving is gentle, with a sheath and a magnificent  expensive fine steel long Sword, which had laid horizontally on the boy's lap.

“What happened, why in such a hurry?” The youth slowly opened his eyes and asked.

“Senior Disciple Brother Song Jiannan, he…Ding Hao came, he….” Zhao Xingcheng speaks flusteredly, he was completely scared by the two fists of Ding Hao. 

But at this time, Ding Hao arrived at the entrance of his thatched hut.

The golden colored rays of sun shines from his behind, making a person clearly not able to see his face, in place of his face there seems to be a shadow, given a person a kind of angry illusion image, like as if a Death God walking in the darkness, filled with indescribable imposing manner.

“You are the arrogant and little idiotic boy that Zhao Xingcheng spoked off?” standing slowly while embracing his expensive Sword Song Jiannan spoked slowly.

Under his foot, there is the red little cotton jacket that should be hanging on the wall in his tattered hut, clearly stepping on it ruthlessly.

The only memorial of his sister, this little red cotton jacket has become the world’s priceless treasure for Ding Hao, regarding this cotton jacket as his life, now unexpectedly by this pretty blue boy has been getting using it as a cushion under his foot placing it on the ground, sitting under his buttocks under the tree, stepping with his feet on it.

Ding hao’s eyes, immediately solidified on the cotton-padded jacket down under his foot.

“Boy, do you know who I am?” I am Inquiring Sword Sect Outer Sect Disciple Song Jiannan, Zhao Xingchengao Xingcheng is a friend of mine, you dare to annoy him, is same as annoyed me, but after hearing that your Sword technique is better than an average outer disciple, although you are a little arrogant at some point but also has injured my people, so as long as work under me, I can forget the former hatred between us……” 

Song Jiannan high like a peacock, full arrogant manner, completely overlooking the perspective view of Ding Hao and saying these words.

“Fuck your Mother!” Ding Hao said suddenly.

“What? What did you say?” staring at him Song Jiannan, suddenly is unable to respond back.

“I said go and Fuck Your Mother, Motherfucker!” Finally, several curses almost jump from the gap between the teeth of Ding Hao.

Finishing, Ding Hao sent out waves of his fists.

After the fortuitous encounter in the cave, this fist contained his strongest strength accumulated in it.

Quick like lightning.

Speed like a raging thunder.

The air start rumbling directly exploding, making loud noises in the atmosphere.

Song Jiannan only thought that at present, some very strong wind has created a huge pressure on his body pressing his body completely down, he simply is unable to respond in enough time, running his brans pressing his long Sword horizontally against his chest, blocking that as if the fist can even shatter an ancient mountain. 

Clang!

The Sword trembled and produced a loud noise.

Blood instantly flushes on Song Jiannan face, even for a second he was not able to resist the punch, directly getting blown away.

His body after falling, directly land on the wall of the tattered hut, the wood and stone table got broked due to the crash, dust flying everywhere, bits of grass crumbly flying randomly, producing a large hole in the wall due to knocked down, making Song Jiannan directly fell outside of the house.

“da da Dhak…..”

(TL: noises caused by the collision with the ground)

  

Zhao Xingchengao at this time is same as if clearly had seen a ghost, only felt a chill in his whole spine, with great difficulty gritting his teeth up and down, an unmeasurable fear covering his whole soul, his whole body is shivering is similar to shakes of the earthquakes. 

 “Snap!”

Ding Hao didn’t even look at him, pulling him back and once again giving him a palm strike of his backhand.

At this time Zhao Xingcheng is like a baby, hurriedly escaping from the door of the tattered hut, his face has become perfectly deformed, swollen like a ripe peach, splashing blood here and there from his half broken teeth.

On the face of Ding Hao clearly, there is a loving expression squatting down, as he gets near the red little cotton jacket lying on the ground, brushing off the dusted footprints.

“You bastard, come back here, I must kill you.”

In the courtyard came out the roar of Song Jiannan, same as the fury of some Wounded Wild beast.

This arrogant like Peacock is an Outer Court disciple of Inquiring Sword Sect Disciple, obviously got frightened by the punch of Ding Hao a moment ago.

He is One of the Opening Martial Apprentice Realm Martial Practitioner, having more than 400 jin (0.5 kg) of strengths, his reaction rate is the supernormal compared to a normal people, but unexpectedly was actually flown by a fist, at once a moment ago, actually he does not have the courage to come in for revenge, but standing in the courtyard he is unable to stand the provocation severely.

Ding Hao folds the red cotton jacket gently and softly placing on his bed.

Then turned around and walked out.

In the courtyard, the arrogance and calmness from before had completely disappeared from the face of Song Jiannan, replaced by extreme anger and humiliation, had been completely become crazy like a Wild Beast.

His body motionless standing on the grass, his hair has also become scattered, but he is not a bit injured.

Of course, most importantly, he had slowly drawn out his long Sword slowly.

The silver glint from the sword body to shine, stabbing in both eyes of everybody.

This handle is obviously very good quality material made of Hundred Refinements fine steel.

Wisps of red light gush out from the body of Song Jiannan, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

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