Chapter 5068: Unrecognized Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Witnessing this scene, the Azure Emperor couldn’t help but snort derisively. "You dare scheme against the Dragon Abyss Sword?" How many years had it been? And now someone actually dared to block his path? It seemed he truly hadn’t ventured out often enough. "Heh heh, might I inquire which sect or lineage you hail from?" A middle-aged cultivator spoke with a smile, offering a perfunctory bow. Seeing no response, he continued, " Truthfully, we merely wish to borrow the ancient divine sword Dragon Abyss for a look. After all, it is an ancient divine sword, and I am genuinely curious. "You think you’re worthy?" Azure Emperor’s voice was cool and detached. His deep, serene gaze swept over them, showing neither joy nor anger, yet it inexplicably sent a chill through their hearts. "Exactly! As if you’re worthy?" Yue’er sneered, sticking out her tongue at them. "The Dragon Abyss Sword belongs to my Senior Brother. Why should we show it to you?" Hmph! Shameless! They clearly want to steal the sword, yet claim they only wish to borrow it for a look. Utterly shameless! "Heh. Sir, with three children in tow, I’d wager that the Dragon Abyss Sword wouldn’t stay in your disciples’ hands for long. It might even bring them mortal peril. Wouldn’t it be better to entrust it to us instead?" The middle-aged cultivator spoke again, implying that even if he possessed formidable cultivation alone, he was still burdened with three children! If a fight broke out, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Rather than facing certain death, why not surrender it willingly? Hearing this, the Azure Emperor’s lips curved slightly, revealing a faint, indifferent smile. Yet, his calm, profound gaze held not a trace of amusement. His voice carried a hint of casualness and coldness as he spoke, slow and measured. "You look down on this Emperor’s three disciples? Very well. Since you seek your own demise, why not grant you a swift end?" As the words fell, he turned to his three disciples beside him and commanded, "Get rid of them." "Yes!" The three answered in unison. At this moment, the cultivators surrounding them, intent on seizing their possessions, were clearly no saints. In fact, to claim the Dragon Abyss Sword, they would have to kill Muchen first, severing the spiritual connection binding the sword to him. Thus, eliminating these attackers weighed not a bit on the disciples’ consciences. They had always adhered to the principle of "no provocation, no retaliation"—a lesson instilled by both their Mother and their master. If someone dared to bully them at their doorstep, they would strike back fiercely! When the cultivators heard that three children were to deal with them, they all froze for a moment. Then, in unison, they burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha! Did I hear that right?" Three children to send us on our way? What kind of naive fool from some remote mountain peak came up with this? Three children want to fight and kill us? What a laughable joke!" Hearing them insult her master, Yue’er stepped forward. Her small face wore a sweet smile, but her eyes glowed with murderous intent: "Insult my master? Do you think you can insult my master?" No sooner had the words left her mouth than her tiny form shot forward, targeting the cultivator who had laughed and called her master a fool. She didn’t use her whip; instead, she gripped a dagger in her hand, unleashing a deadly, ruthless strike from the very first move. Whoosh! "Watch out!" The sudden surge of lethal intent, the piercing aura, and the ghostly-fast figure instantly put the cultivators on high alert. One cultivator behind instinctively yanked the one in front, barely pulling him out of the way of the throat-slitting strike.