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The moment that he uttered those words, it resulted in an earth-shattering uproar throughout the entire citadel as everyone who heard this turned their attention to him.

Almost instantly, there were a few hundred self-proclaimed descendants of the Underworld Saber Saint began scrambling toward him eager to beat him up and challenge him to prove their worth!

However, the majority of the people spoke up and started swearing at him, "Who do you think you are, Ji Cheng Zhi? What proof do you have that you are his descendant? Do you have the ancestral tablet to prove that you are the true descendant of the Ask the Heavens Sword? I have it here to prove it!"

However, because there were so many people who proclaimed to have descended from the Ask the Heavens Sword Saint, all of their identities before they could even fight with one another...

This resulted in an internal conflict between the hundreds of descendants of the Underworld Saber Saint and a commotion began to start. Everyone starting fighting one another because each of them believed that they were his descendants and were skeptical of the others...

A large continuous wave of Jiang Hu people continued to pour into the Continent Center Citadel like streams of tributaries into a river; like sand into the Ganges without any sign of stopping.

Many fights also erupted with different groups along the road.

The situation and chaos continued to intensify proportionally as one got closer to the Continent Center. Fights would erupt as soon as people bumped into other groups or if there were disagreements between groups because of opposing views. As a result of this, the tendency was for people to pull out their weapons and fight with one another. They would rather use their actions to deal with their opponents first before talking things out...

Upon seeing such a lively commotion, Chu Yang was reminded of the two following words: Market meet!

This was like that of a market met just on a much larger scale. Moreover, the items being sold or exchanged were the sort of things that money could never buy.

On this particular part of Chu Yang and Gu Du Xing’s journey, things remained peaceful...

"Oh, like that..."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

"F*!"

"Too many people..."

"Oh yeah..."

While they were on the road, their faces were perpetually stunned the entire time. They watched with a speechless expression as though they had turned to stone.

When they reach the outside of Continent Center Citadel, their eyeballs almost fell out.

All they could see was that outside the Continent Center Citadel, there was a great mass of people who were carrying sabers and swords. Some of whom were even carrying axes, tridents, sledgehammers, Emei thorns...

Of course, there were also people who were empty-handed.

There were a few thousand people outside the north gate. In the distance, there were still people, groups of three or five were rushing towards them like meteors.

"Open the gate! Open the citadel gate right now!" Someone shouted angrily in a hoarse voice, "Why won’t you let us in?"

"Yes!" Thousands of people voiced in support, "Why won’t you let us in?"

"Do you people want to take Ask the Heavens Sword and Underworld Saber for yourselves?"

"Yes! If you infuriate me, I will rebel!"

The atmosphere at the foot of the citadel gradually grew more and more intense.

Among the bickering and yelling, a thunderous roared suddenly sounded, "If you don’t open the citadel gate, I will flatten the entire Continent Center Citadel!" With that, a figure flew up about seventy or eighty feet high. He was about as high as the citadel’s wall. He yelled out in midair, "Your grandmother! Open the citadel gate!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he dropped to the ground with a boom.

There was a roar of laughter outside the citadel gate. A few hundred people yelled out together, "If you don’t open the citadel gates, we will flatten Continent Center Citadel!"

Chu Yang’s entire body shivered as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes.

At this moment, there were six strong men who were as huge as towers stood outside the crowd. They suddenly turned around and glared intensely at the two newcomers. They immediately ran straight towards them, "What are the two of you doing? Do you want to fight for the Ask the Heavens Sword?"

"No, no. We are scholars." Chu Yang quickly smiled amicably.

"Hmm, scholars are especially bad!" The six strong men glared and said, "You must be honest!"

"Yes, yes." Chu Yang nodded like a pecking chicken.

The six strong men then left.

After a while, another group of people started to interrogate them. After about seven or eight rounds of interrogation, there was suddenly a great commotion in the front. Weapons slammed against each other loudly.

"Bastards! If you guys can come here; why can’t we come? What sort of logic or reasoning is this? Someone lamented.

"It is just because I say so! What? Get lost! If you dare to even dream that you will be able to get the Ask the Heavens Sword and the Underworld Saber, I will kill you!" Another voice replied.

"What? Is Ask the Heavens Sword yours?" Someone on the side was not pleased and voiced his objection.

"What? Are you not satisfied? Are you itching for a beating?"

"Itch, your mother!"

"Get him!"

Suddenly, three to five people fighting turned into dozens of people fighting. After a while...

"F*! Who hit me?"

"Motherf*! Who tossed a hidden weapon? You better come out!"

A surly person unwittingly became involved, "Bastards! Someone hit my little guy. Ow, I am really hurting, mother*..."

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"The Underworld Saber is mine!"

"The Ask the Heavens Sword is mine!"

About a hundred people were fighting with one another. There were lewd comments and angry roars, painful cries, whizzing fighting sounds, the rustling of sleeves, mother*s, cursing ancestors, and someone yelling, "I am Xia Bian Liu, the three hundred thirty-eighth generation’s descendant of Underworld Saber Saint, Xia Huang Quan! Let me in!"

The moment this person spoke up, more than a dozen people rushed in and gave him a beating, "F* your grandmother! This is Xia Bian Liu, this is Xia Bian Liu... You are the descendant of Xia Huang Quan, my butt..."

For a period of time outside the north gate of the citadel, there were extremely loud sounds of laughter, punching, kicking...

There were also people laughing loudly, people wailing, people moaning in pain, and people screaming.

The crowd was really lively at the moment.

Moreover, this was only the north gate of the citadel! At the three other remaining gates, things were also just as chaotic. Compared to this place it seemed like they were even more chaotic.

"Wooo..." The loud sound of horns rang out. Someone suddenly yelled out loud, "Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me."

At the foot of the citadel, the Jiang Hu people slowly stopped what they were doing.

On top of the citadel, a man dressed in silk, who appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, stood authoritatively with his arms folded. His sleeves fluttered in the wind as he stood with the air of a martial expert.

"Everyone! Regarding the matter of Ask the Heavens Sword and Underworld Saber, Prime Minister Diwu has investigated it very carefully! He has concluded..." The man in silk glanced over the entire field and saw that everyone was looking up at him. He could not help but smile, "Eight thousand years ago, there was no Ask the Heavens Sword Saint, and there was definitely no Underworld Saber Saint!"

"In other words, this is purely a conspiracy! It is completely non-existent. It is purely a conspiracy created by King of Hell Chu." The man in silk yelled loudly.

"Purely your mother!" Before he could finish speaking. A few hundred people below were cursing, "Your grandmother! You king of bastards, what are you farting about? Conspiracy? More like your whole house is pubic hair!"

"Just because you say it isn’t real, then it would really not be real? What sort of logic is that?"

"Bastard! Just because Diwu Qing Rou says they don’t exist does it mean it doesn’t? Did that bastard come back to life from eight thousand years ago?" Someone screamed.

"I have carefully investigated! I can confirm that Ask the Heavens Sword Saint really existed eight thousand years ago! There was also an Underworld Saber Saint!" Someone yelled loudly, "This is, without a doubt, true!"

"This is very simple. Diwu Qing Rou wants to take Ask the Heavens Sword and Underworld Saber for himself... Diwu Qing Rou, do you take all the heroes of this world as fools?" Chu Yang squatted on the ground and yelled with his nose pinched.

The strength of this voice was really powerful.

The people below were already crazed. They were like a bomb waiting to explode. Those words from Chu Yang completely fueled the situation, and now the bomb had exploded!

"Diwu Qing Rou, f* you... open the gate now!"

"Despicable Diwu Qing Rou! Diwu Qing Rou, you dirty bastard!"

"Diwu Qing Rou, king of bastards. Your family has been cuckolds for generations. We don’t know where you crawled out from. Now you want to take Ask the Heavens Sword and Underworld Saber for yourself..."

"Charge! Kill!"

"Charge... wooh... wooh... wooh..."

"Charge! The Ask the Heavens Sword is in there..."

"Yes! Ask the Heavens Sword and Underworld Saber must be inside Continent Center Citadel! If not, why does Diwu Qing Rou choose not to let us in?" Chu Yang held his nose and roared in indignation, "Maybe the Ask the Heavens Sword and the Underworld Saber are already in Diwu Qing Rou’s hands. Diwu Qing Rou is not letting us in because he is currently trying to open the saintly imprints!"

These words immediately put everyone on alert!

"Yes! It must be exactly that!"

"Damn Diwu Qing Rou. Eighteen generations of your ancestors..." Thousands of people cursed together. Each one felt that those words truly expressed what was in his mind and each of them cursed to his heart’s content...

"Charge..."

"Break the gate! Break the gate!" Gu Du Xing pinched his nose and yelled out from the back. This dead-faced guy was so excited his face had turned red.

"Yes, break the gate!" Thousands of people rushed forward.

"Woah... woah... woah..."

"Silence!" The man on top of the citadel also changed his tone, "Anyone who dares to defy these orders will be considered traitors! Their property will be seized, they will be executed, all nine generations of their family will be killed..."

"Nine generations, your grandmother! I roam in Jiang Hu; I only have my "stick!" Diwu Qing Rou can go ahead and kill nine generations of my family!"

"Yes! I also don’t have anything. Seize my property and kill me? Kill your mother..."

These Jiang Hu people were truly people with few family members. Moreover, most of them were all outlaws. Why would they bother about having to care about having nine generations of their families being killed?

"You dare threaten us? This damn Diwu Qing Rou!" King of Hell Chu shouted from within the crowd, "Do you think that we Jiang Hu people are scared of dog officials?"

"Woah... woah... woah..." The people’s emotion grew more intense.

There were already forty or fifty people running toward the gate and hitting it with their weapons...

Clang clang clang...

Boom boom boom...

Bam bam bam...

Bang bang bang...

All sort of strange sounds rang out like a storm. Not before long, the strong and sturdy citadel door was full of marks.

It could be left unsaid that the number of men was far too great.

On top of the citadel wall, the soldiers had pulled out their weapons and readied their arrows. However, the commander was hesitant. He did not dare to give the order to attack. He knew that the moment an arrow flew out, there would probably be an uncontrollable uprising.

However, if he chose not to, the only possible option left was to open the gate. However, after he opened the gate, there was nothing he could do to control these rough, lawless men...

"The Prime Minister has ordered for the gates to be opened. Seeing an inevitable conflict, an order suddenly rang out.