Chapter 3812: Chapter 1840: Spotlight
“You are Lord Zhu Yike!”
In fact, Zhu Yike almost blurted out “You are Grandpa Zhu Yike” but, sohow, the words took a turn just before leaving his mouth.
Clearly, this was not a good step down.
Perhaps it wasn’t even a step.
Zhu Yike found himself between a rock and a hard place.
“Swish swish swish!”
Fortunately, people had arrived at the foot of the mountain at this ti.
From the closest Fusang City, dozens of figures flew across the sky.
Yet, upon perceiving the situation on the mountain, each hurriedly landed, to show respect while also finding cover that provided so sense of security.
In the distance, there were also silhouettes popping up, spiritual cultivators who were drawn to the surroundings of Lingyu Mountain by the ghostly tide of the Ghost Buddha Realm, either by choice or not.
In no ti, the hilltops were packed with spectators.
“He is Hua Changdeng…”
The title of Yunshan Saint Emperor was not prominent in the five regions.
So revered him as Sword Emperor Hua, while there were those who, knowing the ancient swordsman did not mind, dared to call him by his real na without fear.
Compared to Hua Changdeng, the shriveled and unremarkable Zhu Yike was obviously more well-known in the five regions and the Apricot Realm.
“Look quickly, isn’t the one opposite Zhu from the Apricot Realm?”
“Ziwuzhu’s Zhu Yike and Mu Zili’s Lord Li, they are two rising stars by Lord Shou’s side, one in charge of external matters, the other internal.”
“Since the sanctification half a year ago, Lord Zhu has traversed the Apricot Realm and the five regions, unrivaled in the demi-saint circles.”
“Even if he cannot win, after toying with his opponent, he always manages to escape unscathed. Is he eting the Holy Emperor this ti to test the Ghost Sword Immortal’s edge?”
… Test the edge, my foot!
Hearing the murmurs, Zhu Yike stood amidst the battlefield, turning green in the face.
Why would I beco the protagonist in this kind of situation?
Hua Changdeng also caught the crucial words “Lord Shou,” his expression turning slightly strange.
He fixed his gaze on Zhu Yike and asked a bit more:
“Where is Xu Xiaoshou?”
Did Lord Shou offend you?
Zhu Yike was montarily stunned.
He knew his master was a troublemaker, but hadn’t Hua Changdeng just arrived on Shengshen Continent? How did they end up connected?
“Lord Shou…”
Zhu Yike’s eyes whirled, knowing saying “I don’t know” equaled “I want to die,” and quickly glanced toward the Northern Region:
“There has been an anomaly in the Ti Realm Rift. As the savior, Lord Shou went there imdiately upon receiving the information.”
He did not stop there. Having been with Lord Shou for so long, he had learned that so opportunities for survival could indeed be talked into existence, and he imdiately retorted:
“Sword Deity Hua, honorable atop the Stairway to Heaven, is one who orchestrated the ga moves behind the Holy Divine Palace, ensuring the Shengshen Continent’s evergreen longevity.”
“Yet now, with the Ti Realm Rift in crisis, even a demi-saint cannot withstand it, and there has been a Saint Fall.”
“The remaining troubles rest solely on Kui Leihan’s shoulders, and it’s rumored that who ca was…” He twitched his ears and imdiately corrected himself:
“Ancestral God!”
“Ancestral God, intending to lay a finger on the Shengshen Continent!”
“In matters of urgency, why doesn’t Sword Deity Hua lend Kui Leihan a hand, but instead seeks trouble with Bazhun’an and Lord Shou here in such a small place?”
He posed the sharp question as if unaware that Hua Changdeng was the enemy.
At the sa ti, Zhu Yike caught sight of the approaching crowd from Fusang City, which included Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, and other Sword Deities who were once as famous as Hua Changdeng.
Finding a glimr of hope, he spoke while retreating, attempting to move toward the place where the higher masters gathered in Fusang City.
I’m not the main target, I just need to blend into the crowd, Hua Changdeng shouldn’t fixate on a small figure like … While Zhu Yike’s thoughts were agile, he beca increasingly calm.
Yet this ti, Hua Changdeng did not leave.
If he had not visited the deer pattern forbidden arena of the Southern Region’s Xu Yue Grey Palace, he might not know the truth and would need to investigate.
As for what happened at the Ti Realm Rift, he knew it even better than anyone present there.
He was also aware that Xu Xiaoshou was not at that place at all.
Or rather, in the entire Shengshen Continent, he had not found the aura of Bazhun’an or Xu Xiaoshou to this day.
Have they gone into hiding?
It matters not if they’re hiding. These two were full of lies upon eting, defending Bazhun’an and Xu so fiercely; they must be of no simple identity, surely knowing their whereabouts.
“Then, I will seek the answers myself.”
Hua Changdeng murmured to himself, and Lingyu Mountain grew desolate.
Although there was not half a hint of killing intent, Zhu Yike evidently sensed impending doom when he saw the copper lamp in that man’s hand flicker again.
He knew, if he didn’t act, death was certain!
“Sky Stealing!”
Zhu Yike flung a copper coin from his sleeve.
This ti, he chose not to retreat but faced it head-on.
Hua Changdeng barely had shaken the copper lamp in his hand when the fla inside had not shown any anomaly, and with a soft snap, the copper lamp in his hand was gone.
Replaced by a familiar copper coin.
“Lord Zhu made his move!”
A clamor arose on Lingyu Mountain, and everyone was full of anticipation.
No one saw the initial clash between the two n, and few perceived traces of ti regressing in this place.
Naturally, in the eyes of everyone, Zhu Yike, the demi-saint hero, when facing Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng, not only held his ground but took the initiative!
“Ah—”
Yet, the scream almost sounded at the sa ti.
Zhu Yike had just used Sky Stealing, stealing the copper lamp from Hua Changdeng’s hand—he succeeded!
However, as he grasped the copper lamp, a pale white karmic fire, almost transparent, surged forth from his hand.
It felt like he wasn’t grasping a solid object but an intangible, shapeless, insubstantial fla compressing with a chilling, yet scorching feeling.
“White Sin Karmic Fire…”
Gou Wuyue fixed his gaze, his voice heavy.
Not only him, but most of the ancient swordsn present knew that the Ghost Sword Immortal cultivated a terrifying will-o-wisp, honed to an extre level.
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