Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"Wang Quan's sword intent, interesting!" The fighting spirit finally ignited in Wang Xianzhi's eyes.

"In that case, let me see if you have what it takes!"

Before he finished speaking, a tremendous force erupted from Wang Xianzhi's body.

The momentum was like substance, making it difficult for the spectators to breathe, and some monks with weaker cultivation even fell to their knees.

Wang Xianzhi slowly raised his right fist, which was filled with enough power to shake the heavens and the earth.

This punch may seem slow, but it contains the ultimate mystery of martial arts.

"Boom—"

The moment the sword light and fist shadow collided, the entire Wudi City was shocked.

The shock wave generated by the collision swept in all directions, raising huge waves tens of feet high on the sea surface, and bricks and stones on the city wall fell down.

The crowd watching the fight had to mobilize their magic power to resist, and those with weaker cultivation were directly blown away.

......

Hundreds of miles away, Yang Jian stood in the clouds, watching this shocking showdown with his heavenly eyes.

The white robe shone coldly in the sunlight, but his expression was extremely complicated.

"It's worthy of being praised as the Taoist Alliance's golden generation in the original novel." Yang Jian whispered to himself.

Although the sword of royal hegemony is borrowed power, the potential it demonstrates is already amazing enough.

If he is given enough time to completely integrate Tai Chi swordsmanship with Wang Quan swordsmanship, and then combine it with Wang Quan sword intent, and finally comprehend his own swordsmanship, his future achievements will be limitless.

"It seems you still need to experience some setbacks." A trace of pity flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Otherwise, you'll always carry that pride in your heart, and it'll be hard to reach higher."

This was also the last thing he did for his old friend Wang Quan Shouzhuo - to help his son truly grow up.

......

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone could see the scene in the center of the battlefield clearly.

Wang Quan Baiye knelt on one knee, and the Wang Quan sword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away.

His robes were torn and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was still not extinguished.

Wang Xianzhi still stood there, not moving a single step.

He stretched out his hand and the sword of kingship flew into his palm.

"Before you understand your own strength, it's best not to think about challenging someone who is far stronger than you!" Wang Xianzhi's voice resounded throughout Wudi City.

"Also, I've left this sword of kingship behind. It's the result of your failed challenge!"

After saying that, he threw the sword casually, and the sword of royal power turned into a stream of light and penetrated deeply into the wall of Wudi City.

It was already filled with all kinds of weapons, which were spoils of war left by challengers of past generations.

But the brilliance of the King's Sword made all other weapons pale in comparison.

Wang Quan Baiye saw that the Wang Quan Sword had been taken away and wanted to move forward, but his body had reached its limit.

Even standing up was difficult.

"elder brother!"

At this moment, a shrill cry broke the silence.

Wang Quan rushed up to the platform drunkenly, tears blurring her vision.

She supported the crumbling royal power, her voice trembling: "Brother, Dad...he passed away..."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Quanbaiye's heart hard.

His eyes suddenly widened, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"puff--"

Blood stained the front of his shirt, but Wang Quanbaiye no longer felt the pain.

His eyes quickly dimmed, as if all the light was extinguished at that moment.

The sword of kingship is gone, and my father is gone too.

What was the point of him coming here to challenge Wang Xianzhi? What was he trying to prove? What did he gain?

These questions were like sharp knives, cutting into his heart.

The masked group gathered around.

In the audience, Dongfang Huaizhu was already in tears.

She looked at the young swordsman who was once full of vigor and vitality, but now there was no light in his eyes.

That proud ambition of royal power seemed to have completely lost its sword spirit with the defeat in this battle and the passing of his father.

Chapter 191 Funeral, the man in the sword tomb who refuses to give up!

In the Wang Quan family's mourning hall, white banners hung low and incense and candles were curling.

Wang Quan Baiye was dressed in plain white mourning clothes, kneeling in front of his father's spirit tablet, staring at the dark tablet with empty eyes.

More than a month had passed since he challenged Wang Xianzhi, and he still couldn't recover from the double blow - the loss of the Royal Sword and the loss of his most beloved father.

Outside the mourning hall, representatives from various major families came to pay their respects in an endless stream.

They dressed in plain clothes and walked into the mourning hall with solemn expressions, bowed in front of Wang Quan Shouzhuo's spirit tablet, and then secretly glanced at the young man who was once full of vigor and vitality but now looked like a withered tree.

"Oh, how could it turn out like this! The boss..." Li Quzhuo stood under the corridor, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the mourning hall, his eyes full of worry.

The masked group members beside him were also silent.

Yang Yitan's heavenly eyes opened slightly, and in the flash of golden light, he saw that the aura around Wang Quan Baiye had dimmed.

Inside the mourning hall, Butler Fei had just received the last batch of guests.

The loyal old servant's eyes were bloodshot. He had hardly slept in the past month.

Not only does she have to take care of Wang Quanshou's funeral, but she also has to take care of the confused young master, and deal with the temptations of various forces.

In fact, he is seriously injured now!

"Dear guests." Butler Fei cleared his hoarse throat and stood in the center of the mourning hall.

"Thank you all for coming to the master's funeral. I would like to thank you all here in advance!"

His eyes scanned the crowd, as if looking for someone.

After finishing the polite eulogy, Butler Fei took a deep breath, knowing that he could not wait any longer.

"Besides that, I have another important matter today, and I want you all to be witnesses!" Butler Fei's voice suddenly rose.

"That means the new head of my Wang Quan family has been born, and it's none other than the young master Wang Quan Baiye who is standing beside me!"

There was an uproar in the mourning hall.

Representatives from the major families looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Announcing the successor to the family head at this time? And it's the same king who lost his swordsmanship?

"Isn't this... too hasty?" someone whispered.

"Can the current royal power still shoulder this heavy responsibility?" another person echoed in a low voice.

Whispers spread in the mourning hall.

Beads of sweat oozed from Butler Fei's forehead. The situation he was most worried about was happening - the authority of the Wang Quan family was being questioned.

But something that made him more worried still happened.

At this tense moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the mourning hall: "I don't agree!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

I saw a group of people wearing black cloaks striding towards me, with dark red sword patterns embroidered on their cloaks - they were the remnants of the Sword Tomb who were expelled from their home by Wang Quan Shouzhuo!

The moment he saw these people, Butler Fei's face turned pale.

That’s right, these people in front of him were the ones from the Sword Tomb who were driven out by Wang Quan Shouzhuo.

When they were driven out of Wang Quan's family, the sword tomb was divided into two groups.

One group of them found the secret realm in the East, but now they have died at the hands of Wang Xianzhi.

Another group of people are lying low, but of course this doesn't mean they will behave themselves.

They have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

Now that Wang Quan Shouzhuo has passed away and Wang Quan's hegemony has lost its swordsman, it is a good time for them to return to the Wang Quan family.

He had long been worried that the people from Jianzhong would take the opportunity to cause trouble, but he didn't expect that they would actually dare to cause trouble at Wang Quan Shouzhuo's funeral.

The leading man in black pulled off his cloak, revealing a face covered with scars.

He pointed directly at Wang Quan Baiye, who was kneeling before the spirit, and said in a resounding voice, "He is not worthy of being the head of the Wang Quan family! How can a loser who has lost the Wang Quan Sword inherit the legacy of the Heaven and Earth Sword?"

The mourning hall erupted in uproar. These remarks were too sharp, directly shattering the superficial harmony maintained between the aristocratic families.

"Who are you, sir?" Li Ruojin, the head of the Taoyuan Li family, was the first to step forward and stand in front of Wang Quan Baiye.

"This is Wang Quan's internal affairs. It's not your turn to come here and make a scene!"

The man in black sneered: "Who am I? We are from the Wang Quan family!"

He looked around and said, "Everyone present has seen the current state of Wang Quan. How can someone who can't even hold a sword lead Wang Quan?"

These words were like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely at the king's hegemony.

But he still knelt there, his eyes empty, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Butler Fei was trembling with anger. "Back then, the master spared us all because of our kinship. How dare you come back and act so presumptuously today?"

"How dare you?" the man from the sword tomb grinned.

"I'm just stating a fact! The Wangquan family doesn't need a loser as the head of the family!"

As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward and got close to Butler Fei.

Then he whispered in his ear, "Do you think I don't know you're seriously injured? So, you can't get the Sword of Kingship back, right?"

Upon hearing this, Butler Fei's eyes widened in disbelief.

He didn't expect that the other party actually knew about this.

That’s right, without the Wangquan Sword, it would be difficult for Wangquan Baiye to take the position of the head of the Wangquan family, so he went to Wudi City.

He wanted to take back the King's Sword, but unfortunately Wang Xianzhi obviously would not agree, so he challenged Wang Xianzhi.

However, his strength was only at the level of a great demon king, and it was difficult for him to even survive a round against Wang Xianzhi.

At this moment, he still remembered what Wang Xianzhi said to him that day.

"Xiaofei, I know what you're thinking, but you can't take the King's Sword away now. It's also very easy to get it back. When Wang Quan Baiye regains his sword heart, come and challenge me again.

Only then will he be qualified to retrieve the sword of kingship. Otherwise, how can a man who can't even recognize a sword hold the kingship? "

This was exactly what Wang Xianzhi had told him that day, and he was also seriously injured in that battle.

Up to now, only about 30% of its strength can be exerted.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a figure attacked the man in black.

The person who attacked was Wang Quanzui. At this moment, she was filled with only anger.

She didn't expect that someone would dare to cause trouble at her father's funeral.

How could she hold it back any longer, so she took action.

However, for the people in the Sword Tomb, Wang Quanzui is still too weak.

He dodged it with just a simple turn, and the opponent even attacked Wang Quanzui the next second.

At this moment, a figure blocked the way. It was Yang Yitan!

Along with him came the masked group behind him. At this moment, they all entered into combat mode. As long as the people from the Sword Tomb made another move, they would rush forward!

"Stop!" Butler Fei stopped the masked group.