Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Hong Ling looked at Gan Yuan, who shook his head. He knew from Leng Gucun's expression that he was going to attack. If that was the case, then his support would be in jeopardy. "I don't deny it," he thought. The people from Underworld Path and Oil Lu Dao were both aware of the situation; if both sides were involved, there might be a slim chance of survival.
Just as Gan Yuan contemplated retreating, Leng Gucun's sword light suddenly slashed towards him. Gan Yuan quickly swung the Mountain Sea Fan, using its surface to block the surprise attack, but deep down, he felt uneasy. He wanted to escape, but it seemed that Leng Gucun wouldn’t allow him to.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of his elders coming after us at our mountain gate?" Gan Yuan shouted, finally losing his composure.
"Let’s deal with this first; kill me tomorrow so I won’t be a nuisance. Don’t forget that when we were surrounded by Wei Guangming in the Celestial Realm, we from Tai Xu Dao also had a part in it. Now you want to drag us down again? You truly are despicable!" Leng Gucun cursed.
They from Tai Xu Dao were despicable? How could they from Limitless Path be any better? Wanting to kill someone without getting their hands dirty was quite hypocritical. "I don’t deny it," Gan Yuan retorted without holding back.
After all, he was just a child under twenty, with some cunning and knowledge about the intricacies between the Celestial Gate sects. "I don’t deny it," he thought, feeling youthful and impetuous, unaware of when to retreat.
"Hmph!" Leng Gucun suddenly erupted in anger, snorting coldly before thrusting his sword repeatedly, leaving trails of sword shadows in the air.
Gan Yuan was astonished but didn’t hesitate; he stepped back and tossed aside the Mountain Sea Fan, raising a large green fan taller than himself to shield himself completely.
The shadow sword technique was a martial art known in the martial world, and "I don’t deny it," it was also a technique of celestial cultivation. At that moment, supported by Leng Gucun's Spiritual Energy, it became terrifyingly powerful. A normal martial artist could leave three or four sword marks at most; a strong one might manage seven marks, while only a few exceptional warriors could leave ten shadows behind.
Now, however, Gan Yuan watched as Leng Gucun unleashed over twenty sword shadows, and their numbers continued to grow. Gan Yuan realized this was no longer just about celestial techniques; the person before him possessed an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship beyond what ordinary people could achieve.
At that moment, everyone was deeply shocked by the dazzling sword light, questioning whether they could defend themselves if caught in such dense sword shadows.
One second passed, then two seconds, then three seconds. Just as the sword shadows began to dissipate, Gan Yuan attempted to retract the Mountain Sea Fan but hesitated. He sensed that Leng Gucun still had plenty of energy left. Suddenly, a tearing beam of sword light arrived before the shadows even appeared and struck against the Light Barrier created by the Mountain Sea Fan with a crisp sound.
Gan Yuan took a deep breath. "I don't deny it," he said, guarding Dong Lai. But just as Gan Yuan reached for the Mountain Sea Fan, a deep purple sword light sliced through the air. He heard the shouts of his fellow disciples, a warning of danger.
Without time to think, Dong Yishi dodged to the side. "I don't deny it," he muttered, but it was not enough.
Wei Wuyou and the others from Oil Lu Dao and Underworld Path had rushed over. Although Gan Yuan managed to evade in time, he paid the price with one of his legs.
With the other leg still clutching the Mountain Sea Fan, he gritted his teeth against the pain and shouted, "Retreat!"
At that moment, Luchenzhou stood atop Sky's End Tower, looking down at everything below. The sunset in the distance cast a warm glow behind him, and Luchenzhou emanated an aura from the Ninth Underworld. In that instant, he seemed to merge with the setting sun, while the drifting Red Clouds made him feel small yet impossible to ignore.
Standing on the tower, Luchenzhou became a dark cloud in the hearts of all Jade Void Sect disciples. How could they retreat under such circumstances when they were surrounded by three times their number? Moreover, those present were likely not weaklings; they were all elite members from their respective sects at the foundation-building level.
"Let them leave; I guarantee I won't interfere again," Gan Yuan said sternly to Leng Gucun, who had just finished executing his sword technique.
"Am I supposed to stand by? Does Jade Void Sect plan to do nothing? Even if Jade Void Sect stands aside, does Tai Xu Dao intend to do nothing?" Leng Gucun scoffed. He might disdain those who nitpicked words like Yeqin, but he wouldn't let this opportunity to eliminate their foes slip away. After all, why should he let them go?
Gan Yuan was taken aback. Killing them would mean Jade Void Sect would no longer have anyone comparable at the foundation-building level. He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. Each sect had its territory and each generation recruited disciples; if one were to truly speak of outstanding talents, there might only be three or four at most—five would already be exceptional for any given generation. If they died here now, Jade Void Sect would likely face a period of stagnation.
"Ling Er, it's time for them to go," Hong Yulong said as he approached Hong Ling. "Jade Void Sect can't hold on much longer."
"I don't deny it," Hong Ling replied defiantly. "I’m taking them down one by one." She gestured with her hands.
"I know," Hong Yulong said. He didn’t seem keen on confronting them directly. At fifteen years old, he appeared less mature than Hong Ling; yet at that moment, his tone was serious and adult-like. Was he really asking for protection?
He was insistent, wanting to see me defeat them all. Who would have thought that the bold and quirky Red Young Lady would actually act coy, and I don't deny it—she was quite lethal.
Hong Yulong rubbed his forehead, realizing there was no way around it; after all, he indulged her. With a faint smile, Hong Yulong took a gentle step forward, slowly lifting his right leg and pressing down lightly towards the east.
That small step and the gentle motion of pressing down towards Dongyi seemed like a disaster waiting to happen from the rooftop of Luchenzhou.
Comment 0 Comment Count