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Listening to Dongfang Ming's words, Wei Chen and Shaohou felt as if their hearts were mirrors reflecting the truth.
They understood that Dongfang Ming had endured for so long, and now he was finally ready to take action!
Attacking at the Right Holy Academy was something Dongfang Ming dared not do. After all, he lacked the protection of the Right Saint and the Golden Wolf, and there was no one encouraging him to fight against the Right Holy Academy. Luring Wei Chen and Shaohou away to find an opportunity to eliminate the two most competitive opponents seemed to Dongfang Ming like a solid plan. In his mind, as long as Wei Chen and Shaohou were dead, he would surely become a disciple of the Right Holy Academy.
It must be said that Dongfang Ming was thinking too naively.
“Shaohuang God King, what methods does your Dongfang Ming plan to use against us?” Wei Chen quietly transmitted a message to Shaohuang God King.
Shaohuang God King replied, “I don't know either, but it seems unlikely that he will use any straightforward means. Based on what that Pawnshop Shopkeeper Shen presented to us, the Endless Divine Realm and Ancient World should be stronger than Dongfang Ming's Ancestral Realm. Although we cannot gauge his true strength, it is likely that he is not our match. If he wants to kill us, it might involve some special tactics.”
The outsiders participating in the Right Holy Academy selection came from different worlds with various cultivation methods, making it impossible for them to assess each other's true strength.
Without having fought, they could not know.
Their initial evaluations were based on the level of their respective Ancestral Realms.
Dongfang Ming could recognize that Wei Chen and Shaohou posed a significant threat, while Wei Chen and Shaohou could also surmise that Dongfang Ming's combat power was inferior to that of the Twelfth Level Divine Realm from the Endless Divine Realm.
So what methods could Dongfang Ming employ against Wei Chen and Shaohou? He couldn't confront Wei Chen head-on; would he resort to underhanded tactics?
Heh, would Wei Chen allow such things to happen? Even if Wei Chen had no idea about Dongfang Ming's murderous intent, did that give Dongfang Ming an opportunity?
The three did not ride horses or take carriages; they were all about flashy appearances. Instead, they flew through the air themselves, moving at incredible speeds.
It is worth mentioning that for outsiders, their first advantage was their ample experience. Their second advantage was that they each had their own cultivation methods. Even if these methods could not be used in the Witch Clan's main realm, they would still have some effect. The most important advantage was their ability to fly.
In the Witch Clan's main realm, although members of the Witch Clan possessed strong physiques, they could not fly until they reached the Wizard Realm. Only by cultivating to the Wizard Realm and forming a Witch Soul in their Dantian could they utilize their Witch Soul and Witch Power to soar through the skies.
Of course, Wei Chen and Shaohou could now easily fly through the air, but if they were to fight against someone from the Witch Clan, even a seventh or eighth-level Shaman, who couldn't fly, could suppress them and even easily kill them.
The reason was simple: the physical constitution of the Witch Clan was too strong. If you hit one of them, they would be fine; but if they hit you, it could be fatal.
The three of them walked out of Right Holy City before they began to fly. Within Right Holy City, unless one was a top expert under the Right Sage, others were not qualified to fly.
Mirror Lake Town was not far from Right Holy City. Wei Chen and the others deliberately slowed their flight speed, taking in many sights along the way. After two hours, they finally arrived.
"Is this the place?" Wei Chen looked down at a large lake below and felt that this trip was worthwhile.
The lake stretched about five or six kilometers in length and width, making it quite large. There were no towering mountains surrounding it, just flat land. Scattered around the lake were many thatched cottages; those were the homes of the people from Mirror Lake Town.
Dongfang Ming chuckled and said, "This should be it. Can't you see Mirror Lake down there?"
"Yes, indeed a unique feature. There are no tall mountains blocking it, yet this lake is as calm as a mirror; it's very rare," Wei Chen replied lightly.
The three landed by the lakeside and took a closer look. The famous Mirror Lake was indeed smooth as a mirror.
Wei Chen frowned slightly; something felt off. He could clearly sense the wind around him, his and Shaohou's hair blowing in it, yet how could this lake be so eerily still?
A strange feeling rose in Wei Chen's heart, and Shaohou felt similarly. In places like this, there were often some special things present; perhaps something formidable was hidden beneath the surface of the lake—maybe a powerful Witch Beast?
"Wei Chenzi, this place feels very strange. Use your Mental Strength to sense carefully; there are some powerful life forces hidden beneath this lake," Shaohou whispered telepathically.
Wei Chen subtly nodded and replied through thought, "You're right. There are too many peculiar things on Witch Clan's continent. Just coming to a place like this could lead to encounters with formidable Witch Beasts! However, those kinds of Witch Beasts might not pose a threat to humans from Witch Clan's continent; otherwise, Mirror Lake wouldn't be so calm—it would be a terrifying Great Lake with raging waves."
"Yes, let's hope our luck isn't that bad and we don't provoke anything. Otherwise, we won't be able to handle it! I wonder what kind of tricks Dongfang Ming is up to."
As the two exchanged thoughts quietly, they suddenly noticed dust rising in the distance—a cavalry troop was galloping towards them.
Yang Liao arrived at Mirror Lake Town, accompanied by a group of guards.
"Wow, what a show of power. These Young Masters from the Witch Clan are so damn pretentious," Wei Chen sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he looked down on the horsemen.
Upon seeing Yang Liao, his first impression was far from favorable. The man appeared too gloomy, and even from a distance, Wei Chen's keen eyesight picked up every detail. Across the lake, he could see every hair on Yang Liao's body clearly.
What particularly struck Wei Chen was the chilling glare in Yang Liao's eyes, which left a very negative impression on him.
In contrast to Wei Chen's flamboyance, Shaohuang God King wore a solemn expression. He stared at Yang Liao for a while before whispering, "Wei Chenzi, don't stir up trouble. That is no ordinary Young Master; his sword intent instills a sense of fear in me."
Wei Chen was taken aback by this remark. "Sword intent?"
"Exactly. I feel that his sword intent is far stronger than mine," Shaohou replied seriously.
Wei Chen understood how profound Shaohou's swordsmanship was; in his eyes, no one could match Shaohou's understanding of the sword.
Now that Shaohou suddenly held such a high opinion of someone else, Wei Chen felt utterly confused.
"Shaohou, you can't be mistaken, can you? That guy just looks gloomy; does that mean he has sword intent? I don't feel anything," Wei Chen questioned.
Shaohou explained, "You can't sense it because you're not a swordsman. If you were a capable swordsman, you would naturally be able to perceive it."
His meaning was clear: your skills are lacking, so you aren't qualified to sense that kind of sword intent. Of course, while Shaohou looked down on Wei Chen's lack of skill in swordsmanship, he acknowledged that in other areas, Wei Chen surpassed him entirely.
Wei Chen pouted and glanced at the distant Yang Liao with a smile. "Do whatever you want; I just can't stand that guy."
"Mm." Shaohuang God King nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
At that moment, Yang Liao noticed Wei Chen and the others staring at him. With a furrowed brow, he approached them.
Yang Liao stood in front of Wei Chen and his companions, his expression filled with extreme vigilance. His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, staring intently at them.
"Are you three sent by Lady Wei?" Yang Liao asked coldly.
It was no wonder he asked this; the journey to Mirror Lake Town had been calm and peaceful, but he knew all too well that the people inside Yang Residence—Lady Wei, her husband Yang Jin, their son Yang Guang, and even the Second Elder Yang Cheng—would not spare him.
Yang Liao believed that the three tourists before him were assassins sent by Yang Jin and Lady Wei.
Wei Chen had never heard of Lady Wei, but he had a bad feeling about Yang Liao. He sneered and replied, "So what if we are? And what if we aren't?"
"If you are, I'll kill you. If not, please leave," Yang Liao said rudely, his grip on the sword hilt tightening as he prepared for a fight.
He was very confident in his abilities. Even if all three of them attacked him at once, he believed he could handle it.
Along the way, all the assassins sent by Lady Wei had perished at his hands.
After taking over Yang Liao's body, the Sword Demon from a distant and mysterious world began to assert its dominance. After a period of adaptation, ordinary Shaman-level individuals—even ninth-level Shamans—would be no match for him unless they reached the Wizard Realm.
The person chosen could not be an easy target.
What Wei Chen did not yet know was that he himself was also that chosen one!
"Heh heh, you have quite the bravado. We don't know any Lady Wei, but I'm curious why you're so confident!" Wei Chen said as he formed a seal with his hands. A powerful Divine Power surged forth and struck Yang Liao squarely in the chest.
To his astonishment, Yang Liao only took half a step back and seemed completely unfazed.
The defensive power he used was not Witch Power but rather the Vajra Technique he had brought from the Ancestral Realm!
Members of the Witch Clan already possessed incredibly strong bodies, and after cultivating the Vajra Technique, Yang Liao's current physique was far beyond what Wei Chen's attack could harm.
Yang Liao looked at Wei Chen with disdain and said, "This level of power is not enough to even tickle me! Come on!"
Wei Chen's expression turned serious. Although that last strike was merely a probing attack without any real force behind it, in the Endless Divine Realm, even the Divine Iron used by the Golden Mechanism to construct warships would leave a deep mark, right?
So why did it have no effect on this person at all?
Wei Chen suddenly realized that this individual was a hidden master!
If they were in the Wizard Realm, he would have no chance of winning!
"Have you already reached the Wizard Realm?" Wei Chen asked gravely.
Yang Liao shook his head and replied, "I haven't reached the Wizard Realm, but anyone below that level shouldn't even think about causing me trouble."
Wei Chen understood that he had encountered a tough opponent.
Since there was no enmity between them, and given that the fellow had taken a hit from him without any repercussions, why bother?
Wei Chen immediately switched to a smiling face and said cheerfully, "Brother, I am Wei Chen, from out of town. May I ask how you are called?"
Yang Liao was taken aback. Wei Chen?
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