C1 Preface Chapter

It was dark, and there was thunder in the dark clouds.

On the banks of the Black Water River, strong winds were blowing, and huge waves were rolling up. On the banks of the river, the forest was densely packed, and in the midst of the raging storm, it swayed unceasingly.

A strange figure tore through the sky. In the gloomy and dark sky, a white robe appeared extremely conspicuous. The figure appeared by the side of the surging waves. Without any hesitation, he turned around and suddenly jumped into the surging river. There was no trace of him.

In the next moment, dozens of strange figures appeared at the spot where the figure had just stood. They were all wearing the same black robes. Their figures were extremely tall and sturdy.

"Hehehehe. ...

An ear-piercing sound was emitted. It was actually the dozens of tall figures that had gathered together. They seemed to be conversing with each other. However, that sound was not something that an ordinary person could emit.

After pausing for a moment, the dozens of tall and sturdy black figures scattered in all directions. They once again disappeared without a trace.

On the banks of the Black Water River, there were still strong winds and thunderstorms.

After a long time.

A white clothed figure jumped out from the river, falling limply on the banks of the river.

The man in white clothes was actually a young man in his early 14-15 years old. At this moment, he was in a sorry state. On his white clothes, several broken wounds could be seen. Blood was mixed with the river water and was flowing out in all directions.

The young man's face was deathly pale. He was panting heavily as he lay on the river bank, allowing the rain to continuously hit his face. However, the youth's hand tightly grasped a black short sword that was about a foot long. It was as if the youth regarded it as a treasure.

After resting for a moment, the youth stood up straight and sized up the surrounding terrain. He seemed to be hesitating where he should go next.

However, in the next moment, the youth's already pale face suddenly changed. The short sword in his hand was suddenly raised and he looked vigilantly not far away.

"The Nine Clouds Sword Sect is indeed extraordinary. Such a small child actually made laozi chase after him for half a month!"

In the violent wind, a cold and gloomy voice was heard.

A long black robe appeared in his field of vision in a strange manner and slowly approached him.

The youth's expression became even more unsightly as he turned around to flee. However, just as he turned around, he discovered that the dozens of tall and sturdy black figures had already returned, surrounding the white-clothed youth in the middle.

"There's no way to retreat. boy, you'd better obediently surrender. This way, you will be able to reunite with your Sword Immortal parents as soon as possible."

The tall man sneered and continued. "As for the Scarlet Heaven Sword in your hand, it's about to change its owner."

The white-clothed youth's expression was extremely unsightly. After he confirmed that he was unable to retreat, he actually held the short sword that was merely a foot long with a single hand, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Who exactly are you?"

At this moment, the black-clothed man was completely enveloped within a wide black robe. He shrugged his shoulders and coldly laughed. "You want to know with just you alone? If you want to know so much, then go down and ask that damn old man of yours."

The youth's eyes instantly turned red. With a low roar, he suddenly stomped on the ground and jumped up, pouncing towards the black robed man opposite him.

The short sword in his hand instantly lit up. Streams of vital energy surrounded it, bringing a bit of dignity to the sickly short sword.

"Oh, Fuyao Realm! He's actually a Minor Sect Master Stage at such a young age."

"It's just a pity, heroes have always been short-lived since the ancient times."

The black-robed man stood in place without moving.

The dozens of black-robed men who had surrounded the area earlier all swarmed forward after seeing this scene, pouncing towards the youth.

Hehehehe. ...

A strange roar was heard in an instant.

The white-clothed youth had only just leaped up when the nearest tall figure had already appeared in front of him. Under the black robe, a sharp black claw had actually extended out. It was not a human!

The black claw pierced straight towards the youth's abdomen. The white-clothed youth roared and his aura soared once again. In an instant, his body drew a strange arc in the air. That sharp short sword had already appeared under his body at this moment.

Kacha!

With a sound, the long black claw was directly chopped off by the short sword. Dark green blood gushed out.

Roar!

A shrill scream was instantly heard.

The young man's figure did not stop. The short sword in his hand descended and ruthlessly stabbed into the huge head under the black robe.

"Hehehehe. ...

A low roar was heard and the first large black robe that came in first fell limply to the ground. It continued to roar as if it was very unwilling to give up.

The second large black robe arrived in an instant. A large sharp claw also extended from under the black robe. It was pointed at the back of the young man's heart. Its speed was so fast that it left one speechless.

The youth was obviously unable to dodge in time. He only used all his strength to turn his body to the side.

Hiss!

On the youth's shoulder, a huge wound was directly torn open. His entire body was also sent flying by the huge impact and fiercely smashed onto the ground.

A large mouthful of blood was spat out. The white-clothed youth struggled to get up, but found that he was already unable to completely stand up. The blood soaked his white long robe, and then it was gradually poured down by the pouring rain.

Those tall black robes did not catch up at this moment.

Instead, a foot appeared in the youth's line of sight.

"Is he at the end of his rope?"

The gloomy voice sounded again.

The young man knelt on the ground and lifted his head with great difficulty. However, he only saw a pair of gloomy eyes coldly staring at him from within the black robe.

"What's wrong? Trying to escape?" The black robe sneered. Not only that, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "If any one of the seven great Sword Immortal of the Su family wanted to escape, no one in this world would be able to stop them. Unfortunately, you are not them after all."

"boy, if the Crimson Sky Sword is passed to you, it will end soon."

"You should just obediently accompany your parents on their journey."

"If you don't die, many people will find it hard to feel at ease."

Bang!

The black-clothed man's foot suddenly stomped down, directly smashing the white-clothed youth to the ground. The aura that was originally still faintly visible actually instantly shattered.

The youth once again spat out a mouthful of blood, his consciousness gradually becoming blurry.

The violent thunderstorm seemed to have become silent at this moment. The youth's eyes were misty as he lay on the muddy ground. The blood at the corner of his mouth continuously gushed out.

In the end, he could not escape.

A tear streaked across the corner of the young man's eyes. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, but he was unable to say anything.

Weng!

The radiance of the short sword that was tightly clenched in his hand gradually dimmed. At this moment, it emitted a clear and long cry, as if it was sobbing in grief.

Before his consciousness became blurry, the young man saw the short sword suddenly brighten up.

In the next moment, a cool and refreshing feeling assaulted him.

The young man knew that he was already in the middle of the surging river.

He was going to die.

As his consciousness dissipated, the youth slowly closed his eyes and his lips moved slightly.

"I'm sorry..."