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Chapter 164: The Master Appears
Looking at the gaze directed towards her, the Purple-Haired Woman clearly felt a change from the beginning. At this moment, that gaze contained no emotional color; perhaps there was a hint of apology, but it was merely a hint—nothing more.
Suddenly, for some reason, she felt a sense of loss in her heart. However, after a moment's thought, she smiled nonchalantly, and that fleeting feeling vanished without a trace.
"You acted without intention; there's no need to take it to heart. By the way, my name is Tang Yuexi, not Qiu Ruo."
The Purple-Haired Woman smiled slightly, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes.
"Junior Sister, you..."
Hearing the Purple-Haired Woman mention her own name, the White-Clad Woman immediately exclaimed.
"Hehe... Grandpa told us not to reveal our identities to outsiders, but he didn't say we couldn't share our names. It's fine as long as it's just you, Senior Sister." Gently pulling the White-Clad Woman's arm, Tang Yuexi said playfully.
Sighing softly, a hint of helplessness flashed in the White-Clad Woman's eyes. She then turned to look at Sun Zhe, her expression suddenly turning cold as she spoke without courtesy.
"Since my Junior Sister has already forgiven you, I won't pursue your rudeness any further. However, I hope this is the only time. If there’s a next time, even if you escape to any place in Thunder Continent, I will drag you out."
Casting a faint glance at the white-haired woman, Sun Zhe did not retort but nodded slightly. His gaze shifted to the black-clad man who was confronting Yan Ji; his eyes suddenly turned icy, and a chilling aura of murder burst forth violently.
He clearly remembered that if Yan Ji hadn't intervened with a sword, his right hand would have been severed under that man's curved blade!
"Were you just about to chop off my hand?"
Cold words escaped his lips as Sun Zhe slowly stepped forward. In an instant, he passed Yan Ji and stood coldly in front of the black-clad man.
"Hmph! A waste ranked seventy-eighth on the Star Ranking List dares to challenge me? You must still be confused," the black-clad man sneered disdainfully as he glanced at Sun Zhe. With a flash of light from his Crescent Moon Blade in his right hand, it transformed into two blades—each beast wielding one—coldly staring at Sun Zhe.
"I originally planned to chop off your hand as a lesson, but now I've changed my mind... I want your life! By the way, let me tell you something, I am Bing Yan, ranked thirty-eighth on the Star Ranking List."
"You are from Thunder Temple!"
Sun Zhe showed no reaction to this statement, but Yukong beside him turned pale and exclaimed. He had studied many figures on the Star Ranking List, and among the one hundred people listed, thirty-seven were from Thunder Temple. Ranked just below Yan Ji at thirty-eight, Bing Yan was one of the elite disciples of Thunder Temple, a character akin to Chu Qiao of this generation.
Upon hearing the name Thunder Temple, everyone couldn't help but tremble. Only they knew that the true power in Thunder Continent was this Thunder Temple. The seemingly glorious Four Major Sects were merely forces nurtured by Thunder Temple, unable to be compared with it. If Thunder Temple wished, they could dominate the entire Thunder Continent in a very short time.
They never expected that this cold and ruthless man in black was actually from Thunder Temple. Regardless of his strength, just his identity as a disciple of Thunder Temple was enough to command respect. After all, those who could emerge from Thunder Temple were certainly not weak.
However, Sun Zhe seemed not to have heard Yukong's words. He continued walking towards the man in black. As he extended his right hand, a black Seven-Foot Long Blade suddenly appeared in his grasp. The blade was engraved with intricate patterns, with the words North Star prominently displayed in the center. A chilling Sword Qi emanated from it, and upon its appearance, everyone in the loft's eyes lit up.
"What a fine blade!"
Even the proud White-Clad Woman couldn't help but exclaim, while her companion Tang Yuexi showed a hint of curiosity. She hadn't expected that Sun Zhe possessed such a Divine Weapon. Meanwhile, Pang Yiting's gaze flickered slightly, revealing an unusual expression.
"Haha... I didn't expect to acquire a Divine Blade today; my luck is indeed good. To thank you for gifting me this blade, I will leave you with a complete corpse!"
The cold words spilled forth as Bing Yan's figure suddenly vanished from sight.
"Trivial skills!"
Without changing his expression, Sun Zhe abruptly extended his right hand forward and horizontally positioned the blade. With a clang, he blocked the strikes of both of Bing Yan's curved blades. The Long Sword spun and slashed sideways at Bing Yan, unleashing a fierce wave of Sword Qi.
Bing Yan's expression shifted slightly as he vanished again into thin air. When he reappeared, he was already behind Sun Zhe. However, it was as if Sun Zhe had foreseen this; he turned around before any attack could be launched against him. The black Long Sword struck fiercely towards him, enveloping him in a chilling wave of Sword Qi.
Bing Yan moved with incredible speed, appearing and disappearing unpredictably while employing various strange attack methods. Yet, there was no sign of panic from Sun Zhe. He stood coldly in place, casually wielding his right-hand Long Sword, effortlessly blocking all of Bing Yan's attacks. Strangely enough, after half an incense stick's time had passed, he had not moved an inch and remained quietly standing there.
Although in this Hero's Tower, one cannot use any powerful Martial Arts Techniques, and even the power of one's own moves must be suppressed, essentially relying only on combat awareness and the finesse of techniques to win, there is no doubt that Sun Zhe holds an absolute advantage in such battles.
Fighting against Bing Yan, the elite disciple from Thunder Temple and ranked thirty-eighth on the Star Ranking List, Sun Zhe showed no signs of falling behind. His strength immediately drew the attention of everyone present, while Yukong and Han Xinrao, who had some past grievances with Sun Zhe, couldn't help but frown.
"Bing Yan, it seems I need to consider bringing you out next time."
With a gentle wave of his folding fan, the young man in a Purple Robe stood beside the pavilion with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head helplessly at Bing Yan, who was fighting in the arena. Upon hearing this, Bing Yan, known for his cold demeanor, involuntarily trembled slightly and immediately responded,
"Senior Brother, I understand what to do now."
As he finished speaking, the two curved blades in his hands suddenly shimmered with dazzling blue light, resembling layers of blue sharp edges. A violent aura surged forth as if he completely disregarded that they were in Hero's Tower; he clearly intended to use all his strength.
At this moment, Yukong and Han Xinrao exchanged glances. Along with the two elders from Yuling Sect, the four of them approached Sun Zhe. Sun Zhe's strength was beyond their estimation; if they did not act now, they did not know when they would have such a good opportunity again.
"Hmph, do you want to bully someone with more people?"
Takeda thrust his Iron Rod downward without caring about his relationship with Yukong and coldly questioned. The Purple-Blue Twin Swords couple and Pang Yiting stood beside him, blocking the remaining few.
"Don't mind them; charge ahead!"
Yukong shouted coldly and immediately led the two elders from Yuling Sect toward Sun Zhe.
Takeda's body flashed as he quickly blocked in front of Yukong. The black Iron Rod transformed into a sweeping shadow as it came crashing down. Meanwhile, Yukong's blue eyes sparkled as he formed hand seals that conjured deep Blue Butterflies, which flew towards Takeda.
The Purple-Blue Twin Swords duo was equally swift; their Sword Aura swept through and enveloped the two Yuling Sect elders in a purple sword curtain, trapping them in place. However, those two elders were ultimately strong figures at Mid-Level Thunder Lord and Late Stage Thunder Lord; they could not resolve their battle in just a moment.
"Senior Sister, Master is still in seclusion; we mustn't cause trouble during this time."
Standing gracefully in front of Han Xinrao, Pang Yiting's lively eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile, as if kindly reminding Han Xinrao.
"Hmph, you're asking for it; this is your fault!"
Han Xinrao couldn't be bothered to waste words. Her alluring eyes flickered slightly, and a crimson glow suddenly enveloped her fair hands, transforming into a shadowy palm that pushed towards Pang Yiting. Pang Yiting showed no signs of weakness; she had somehow produced a black iron whip in her hand. With a swing, countless whip shadows surged towards the palm shadow.
In an instant, the battle between more than ten Thunder Lord Experts shook the entire Hero's Tower. As more people began to channel their internal spiritual energy, nearby tables and chairs shattered and were destroyed, with astonishing shockwaves sweeping through the area. The onlookers quickly retreated to the second floor.
On the Third Floor, aside from those engaged in battle, only the Purple-Robed Man, Yan Ji, Tang Yuexi, the White-Clad Woman, and the sidelined Zhao Ang remained.
The chaotic airflow surged wildly, with terrifying Sword Qi and Sword Aura sweeping everywhere. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the entire Hero's Tower was destroyed by these few individuals. Although the Hero's Tower was built of solid rock, it was still a tower and could not withstand attacks from so many powerful beings.
At that moment, an unimaginably vast Divine Consciousness suddenly descended, enveloping the entire Hero's Tower. The expressions of everyone in the tower changed dramatically as those who had been fighting on the Third Floor found themselves bound in place, unable to move an inch.
"Cough cough... My children, I've already given you enough face. I've turned a blind eye to your actions, but you are really pushing it. If I don't step in soon, you'll bring down the entire Hero's Tower."
With a helpless sigh, an elderly man dressed in a Red Robe slowly revealed himself within the tower. Looking at everyone present, he couldn't help but voice his complaints; he was none other than the owner of this Hero's Tower.
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