Invincible Dad-Chapter 572 Where is My Sword!?_1

A barely noticeable hand appeared in the sky, silently gripping Mojian Wuzheng.

Deng Xiaoyao did not see it. He stood with the Demon Sword hovering above his head, resembling a demonic immortal.

"Deng Xiaoyao, do you really intend to destroy the East Sea and all of Hua Country?" Though Zhang Henshui was blind, his heart was clear, and he could not help but demand, "Aren’t you afraid of being branded a sinner for all eternity, scorned by future generations after your death!"

"After I’m dead, what do I care if the world floods?" Deng Xiaoyao said ominously. "Never mind a single city or country, what does it matter if the entire Earth is destroyed!"

"You... How dare you!" Wang Fang trembled with rage. As a Martial Artist of Hua Country who had dedicated her life to Chang’an City, she found these treasonous words unbearable.

"Demon Sword Mojian Wuzheng," Deng Xiaoyao mused to himself. "Over a thousand years ago... no, to be precise, one thousand seven hundred and thirty-six years ago, Mojian Wuzheng was sealed on Penglai Island. The current Three Sects and Nine Pavilions were established at that time. All the ancestors of the major Holy Lands were Elders who came from the Yunxiao Sect."

His quiet monologue struck everyone present like a bombshell.

The Three Sects and Nine Pavilions were actually founded by the Yunxiao Sect!?

The pupils of Zhang Henshui and the other four Divine Gate Realm experts contracted in unison. This was news they had never heard before. In fact, even the disciples of the Three Sects and Nine Pavilions themselves were likely unaware of this.

But Deng Xiaoyao did not elaborate, continuing, "The Yunxiao Sect has been in seclusion for many years. They won’t make a move to suppress the Demon Sword this time. Just let the world be destroyed. Mojian Wuzheng, slash!"

Deng Xiaoyao clawed at the air, his Divine Sense simultaneously gripping the hilt of Mojian Wuzheng as he viciously slashed toward Ruan Lan and the other two.

"No!" Panic filled Zhang Suzi’s face. She wanted to save them, but it was too late.

This single slash from Deng Xiaoyao, wielding a Demon Sword that stretched for nearly a hundred kilometers, was powerful enough to turn the entirety of East Sea City into ruins and devastate the surrounding cities as well.

The corners of Deng Xiaoyao’s mouth curled into a smirk. He could already see those three pesky flies turning to ash under the horrific power of Mojian Wuzheng. He could see East Sea City destroyed, Hua Country fallen, and the entire planet transformed into a fiery purgatory!

But one second, two seconds, a full ten seconds passed.

Not a single trace of world-ending power surged forth. Sea Temple Island remained quiet, with only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

...

An eerie silence fell over the island.

Deng Xiaoyao was bewildered. He looked at his hands, then up at the sky, his eyes nearly splitting with rage as he roared, "Where’s my sword!!!"

Where’s the sword?

Ruan Lan and the others snapped out of their stupor and subconsciously looked up, their faces etched with astonishment.

Indeed, where had that colossal Demon Sword gone?

"My Demon Sword! My Mojian Wuzheng! Which bastard stole my sword!" Deng Xiaoyao howled at the sky, his voice filled with utter despair, but no one answered. It was as if no one else existed.

In fact, that was exactly the case. At that moment, Xu Lai was busy grilling skewers while studying the Demon Sword, having long since withdrawn his Divine Sense.

「Sea Temple Island.」

Deng Xiaoyao was on the verge of a complete breakdown. The power of the Demon Sword Mojian Wuzheng was unmatched on Earth.

Before he could ponder the sword’s whereabouts, Ruan Lan’s large eyes darted about. She resumed control of the Starlight Array and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation, once again summoning starlight to attack.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Starlight showered down like rain.

"What are you all standing around dazed for?" Ruan Lan shouted. "Strike while he’s weak! Don’t you understand something so simple?"

Qian Xiao and Xu Yiyi were the first to react, joining forces to attack Deng Xiaoyao.

"Little brats, you’re courting death!"

Deng Xiaoyao was furious. Even without Mojian Wuzheng, he was confident he could kill the three of them, though it would come at a significant cost. But that was before.

Now, the battlefield wasn’t limited to just the four of them. There were also five Divine Gate Realm experts and a Ninth Grade Realm expert, Xu Wandao.

"Kill!" the blind watchman Zhang Henshui roared, leading the charge with the other four Watchmen close behind.

Only Xu Wandao did not make a move. He felt that the aftershocks from their battle could easily pulverize him. A great Ninth Grade Grandmaster like me, forced to be a mere spectator? I’m even less useful than two six-year-old children! This is so depressing!

But Zhang Henshui and the other four Divine Gate Realm experts were also frustrated. With their power, they could barely join the fray and couldn’t inflict any fatal damage on Deng Xiaoyao. At best, they could serve as a distraction.

Even so, this was a great relief to Ruan Lan and the other two.

"AAAAAH!" Deng Xiaoyao roared in fury. "You bunch of flies, I’ll kill you all!"

"Eat this, from your favorite Fairy!"

"And this!"

"And another!"

Ruan Lan was inexplicably excited. With the help of five new allies—though she had no idea who they were—it was clear that the scales of victory had tipped completely in their favor, and she held nothing back in her taunts.

Deng Xiaoyao’s expression was incredibly grim. Though his Boundary was the highest among them, two fists can’t fight four hands, let alone sixteen! He turned to flee, planning to retreat to the Penglai Sword Pavilion.

However, neither Ruan Lan’s group nor Zhang Henshui’s wanted to let him escape. Who knew what havoc he would wreak upon Hua Country if he got away? He was best off dead.

RUMBLE!

Under the barrage of Ruan Lan’s formation, Xu Yiyi’s sword qi attacks, and the relentless obstruction of the five Divine Gate Realm experts—who fought at the risk of their own Boundary falling—Deng Xiaoyao went from lightly wounded, to seriously injured, and finally, to the brink of death.

「An hour later.」

Covered in wounds, Deng Xiaoyao knelt on the ground and howled at the sky, "I can’t accept this! I hate this!"

His face was a mask of despair. If he had the Demon Sword, no one on Earth could have stopped his advance, but it had vanished so bizarrely.

And just like that, a sword prodigy of peerless talent fell on Sea Temple Island, his skull crushed by a single palm strike from Zhang Henshui.

As the battle ceased, everyone collapsed onto the ruined landscape of the island, gasping for breath.

Ruan Lan felt somewhat indignant. That villain should have been destroyed by my invincible formation! That blasted old man got in the way!

Just as she was about to voice her complaint, she saw Zhang Henshui stand up and bow deeply toward her. "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your aid in slaying the scoundrel Deng Xiaoyao."

"Pretty big sister, your formation is amazing!" Zhang Suzi chimed in as she approached, her freckled face full of youthful vigor. "I’ve always wanted to learn formations, but they’re too hard. I wish I were even a third as good as you!"

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"The power of your formations is incredible. I’ve lived a long life, but I’ve never seen anything like it."

The other Divine Gate Realm experts also spoke up, eagerly trying to build a rapport.

Hearing these words, the dissatisfaction in Ruan Lan’s heart vanished instantly. She beamed with delight and said, "Oh, it was nothing special. I’m not that strong, really."