And the Wind Thunder Sword Hall, the entire hall dropped their weapons, Hall Master Cheng Wuduan went shirtless with thorns on his back, bowing at the entrance..."
"Cheng Wuduan actually surrendered?"
The previously amiable and calm Tan Wushang was also shocked.
"Why would he? This person is formidable..."
"Why wouldn’t he? My disciple is exceptionally talented, his might is overwhelming, it’s wise of that old Cheng to surrender.
If not, they’d surely follow in the footsteps of the Shifang Martial Arts Hall... killing all the leaders, leaving the remaining disciples with no choice but to surrender to stay alive."
Sima Rou was slightly taken aback and imdiately understood the situation.
She had initially assud the Ninth Disciple to be gentle and non-threatening to his own kind.
In the eyes of outsiders, especially enemies, he might well be a fierce demon king.
Once you beco his enemy, he strikes with relentless fury, showing no rcy.
This could be seen from all the enemies he encountered throughout his journey.
Sword Elder died, Shusun Xiao died, Illusory Heart Sword died, Xu Baxian died...
This ti, even Zhang Lianshan followed him to the Yellow Springs.
One could say, one general’s success cos at the cost of countless bones.
Having embarked on this path, a trail of blood and rain is inevitable.
Cheng Wuduan evidently understood this more clearly than those people around him.
...
"Who goes there..."
By now, the sky had darkened, the dim heavenly light casting shadows.
A figure, like wind on water, slipped in through the front door.
Weaving through the martial grounds, moving nimbly among hundreds of disciples, in an instant, it made several rounds.
Countless fierce shouts erupted, the sound of swords slashing through the air whistled sharply.
Yet, they didn’t even graze a single hair of the figure.
The figure flickered, passed through the martial grounds, and went into the back courtyard, swiftly closing in.
"Are you indeed storming my Primordial Martial Arts Hall, thinking I’m dead?"
Han Wushang’s deep voice bood as he exerted a bit of force underfoot, the ground sunk, crushing dirt and stones, his form carried by a gust of wind, a fist glittering with gold was hurled forward.
Three feet in front of him, where the fist wind reached, the air exploded with a loud crash.
But to no avail.
The figure was like an illusion, not really; it was like the light and shadow cast by ripples on water, rocking to and fro.
Seemingly light on its feet, when hit by the fist wind, it would sway away...
Before Han Fengshang could gather his Blood Essence to strike again, the tall silhouette had sprung back like a spring.
The ripple swayed slightly, sweeping past him, arriving next to Sima Rou.
Evading her Taiyin Ghost-Slaying Technique like a ghost, it circled several tis around the hall’s back courtyard.
"Not here, how can he not be here? Chen Ping of Primordial Martial Arts Hall isn’t here at the Primordial Martial Arts Hall?
Right, he must be at the Shifang Martial Arts Hall or Wind Thunder Sword Hall."
The figure paused, looking around, dressed in blue robes with a high cap, eyes vacant, carrying a cyan bamboo sword, muttering to himself.
Ignoring Han Wushang’s shouts and Sima Rou’s attacks, he simply continued searching for sothing.
His body technique was fast, light glimring around him, adept at leveraging force and unloading force.
Whether punched by Han Wushang or slashed by Sima Rou, their attacks were ineffective.
It was as if hitting water ripples, unloading force layer upon layer...
Not that they couldn’t hit, even when they did, it hardly made an impact.
He dodged rather than fought, only seeking people, fleeing at any strike.
Yet his strength seed superior to Han Wushang’s, making it hard to handle.
All they could do was watch him co and go, spinning around nurous tis inside the building.
The figure in the blue robe searched the building thoroughly but couldn’t find anyone.
Not confronting Han Wushang or Sima Rou, surrounded by rippling water waves, swayed again, then slipped out to the street.
"Guardian."
"He’s looking for Xiaojiu, not good."
Eyes t between Han Wushang and Sima Rou, both sensing trouble.
From his disregardful deanor and reckless trespassing, it was clear he wasn’t here to make friends...
Lately, although the couple had stayed at the martial hall, resting and breaking through, they weren’t completely housebound.
If, as people of the Jianghu, they didn’t know about the visit of Fairy Fang Qingzhu from the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest to Xingqing Prefecture, they’d be quite unqualified.
Thus, they’d naturally heard of the four wooden-faced guardians accompanying Fang Qingzhu.
They even heard speculation about the guardians’ true strength.
After all, being the roaming protectors of the Three Immortal Islands overseas, the life of Fang Qingzhu was indeed very precious, attracting masters wherever she went.
Setting aside the astonishing skill of Fang Qingzhu, who ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List, just by her four guardians one could deter any who dared to plot against her.
According to so curious individuals who probed.
Any of these four guardians possessed strength not inferior to the top thirty of the Earth List, their swordsmanship grand and imposing, body technique uncanny, most importantly they seed unkillable.
To be targeted by a guardian was practically a prelude to receiving an invitation from King Yama.
"Pursue, how did Xiaojiu get involved with Fang Qingzhu? And brought forth such creatures." Sima Rou’s heart was anxious.
Without even calling out to Zuo Xiaoyuan, she lunged with Han Wushang, both chasing closely after the guardian.
Although Han Wushang’s innate combat power of his body was extrely strong, his body technique wasn’t quite adept, stomping heavily, only able to eat dust following the guardian.
On the other hand, Sima Rou, having gained so enlightennt, borrowed the Taiyin Ghost-Slaying Technique, consud a bottle of Jade Ginseng Pills, finally pushing open the Gate of Innate, her Inner Qi transforming into True Qi.
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