A fierce battle took place on the river, unseen by any Players, so the news of Xiong Ba being ambushed naturally couldn’t spread.
However, one gaze witnessed the battle from afar. He had long hair, black on the left and red on the right, wearing a bright red battle robe, with a dark tallic battle armor beneath.
Compared to the ancient attire he wore when he previously t Xiong Ba, his current outfit made him look like a mighty General. He was the Divine General.
Why did the Divine General appear here, and why did he watch Xiong Ba being ambushed with indifference, as if watching a fire from across the river?
Could the one who orchestrated Demon Master Pang Ban to target Xiong Ba really be that god from the God-searching Palace?
At that mont, a sudden explosion erupted on the river.
Two small boats exploded in response, several figures, with swift movent techniques, engaged each other on the river’s surface. One figure sorsaulted in mid-air, suddenly flipping his palm to create a tumultuous wave assaulting the others, then retreated into the rolling river, disappearing with the current.
The Divine General frowned slightly, then a cold smile appeared on his face.
He had anticipated such a situation long ago.
If Xiong Ba could be easily taken down, he wouldn’t have survived until now, and the gods wouldn’t value him so highly.
However, he didn’t intend to kill Xiong Ba; nor would Demon Master Pang Ban be foolish enough to be used like this.
The current situation had already achieved the objective, with Xiong Ba already heavily wounded.
"With Xiong Ba severely injured and fleeing, he will undoubtedly find ways to break the Shaolin Dharma’s disciple’s seal on the Alms Bowl, using its power to heal and strengthen himself. But such a treasure, everyone desires it, how can it belong to you, Xiong Ba?"
The Divine General sneered, turned, and vanished into the dim alley.
On the river, the vast water exploded, yet regardless of how the water splashed and shattered into droplets, it strangely remained suspended in the air, never falling, an extraordinarily bizarre scene.
At this mont, the water curtain suddenly split open at an unusual slow speed.
As the gap in the water curtain opened, Xiong Ba’s figure in the river nearby vanished entirely, as if he disappeared into the gap, inducing a sense of bewildernt.
However, as the water curtain cracked open, a sharp gaze, swift as lightning, pierced through the water curtain, targeting the area where Xiong Ba vanished.
Inside the crack of the water curtain, Pang Ban’s figure floated out, the silver cloak fluttering with the wind, his black boots steadily standing on the waves, like a Demon God.
At this point, the surrounding water waves, seemingly previously frozen, resud their natural state, crashing down, drenching Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan and others like drowned rats.
Two bodies drifted on the water, besides Pang Ban, everyone’s faces were extrely pale.
Ren Tianxing glared at the floating bodies of the Golden Lion and Silver Dragon, questioning Pang Ban, "Demon Master, you said Xiong Ba was severely injured, we ca here to steal the Alms Bowl, and now the Alms Bowl is still not obtained, and the Golden Lion and Silver Dragon are dead, and we are all severely injured."
Pang Ban, hands behind his back, gazed at the surging river, smiling, "No matter. My master, ng Chixing, in achieving kinghood and sainthood using the ’Tibetan Secret Wisdom Book,’ ntioned the secret of the ’Soul-locking’ Realm between enemies and allies, Xiong Ba’s whereabouts remain under my master’s control. But now is not the ti for us to fight to the death. Are you willing to be used as tools?"
"What?"
Zhao Deyan and others changed color, realizing that the mortal combat they just went through was rely a charade in Pang Ban’s eyes, with the Golden Lion and Silver Dragon becoming sacrifices due to their lack of strength.
Pang Ban slightly lifted his head, his long black hair dancing wildly in the river wind, his translucent skin shimring with dazzling luster, his expression sinister, sighing, "The great river eastbound, washing away countless generations of gallant figures..."
The Nu River roared turbulently, like a raging dragon carrying the bodies of the Golden Lion and Silver Dragon swiftly away.
Everyone felt a chill down their spines, sensing that since the Leifeng Tower incident, the Demon Master had beco increasingly enigmatic and frightening, causing involuntary dread.
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Here lay a deserted vast plain, spanning at least a hundred acres, yet no grass grew, chickens laid no eggs, and birds laid no eggs, making any pigs or dogs shake their heads.
However, in this vast wilderness, there stood a solitary, simple stone house, like an abandoned old man by the world.
Indeed, an old man lived here.
Not only had his body aged, but even his heart seed aged.
If not for the fact that he was old, no young person would want to stay in such a place, akin to walking into a grave the mont they moved in.
If a person is still alive, they shouldn’t feel so weary and tired.
Yet, the old man living here already felt weary and tired.
Once, he held the title of Unrivaled in the world, revered as a saint, mastering the unrivaled swordsmanship known in the realm, and hailed as the Sword Saint, until—he encountered the strongest rival of his life, soone even more unrivaled than his Unrivaled Sword, soone born for the sword with even greater talent than him.
From then on, he faced repeated defeats, relegated to this endless desolate wasteland, accompanied by endless loneliness and desolation, pondering the elusive sword dao to advance further!
Rumble—
A sudden sound of hoofbeats like a whirlwind broke the peace of this wasteland.
The rider on the horse had a broad forehead and deep-set eyes, a neatly kept beard, and his eyes shone brilliantly, clearly signaling that he was no ordinary expert.
He rode the horse as if intending to break through the stone house directly, charging ahead with the stance of riding straight towards the stone house, but just as he was about to approach within three zhang of the stone house, he suddenly flipped off the horse to the ground.
He had no choice but to stop because the faint Sword Qi emanating from the stone house warned him that advancing even an inch further would not only destroy his horse but also slice him into countless pieces.
"I’ve said before, I will no longer concern myself with matters of the Martial World, Unrivaled City’s survival or demise is none of my business. Why do you still disrupt ? Do you truly believe I won’t kill you?"
A low, aged voice echoed from within the stone house.
The man who dismounted solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Big brother! I’ve received news that Xiong Ba might have obtained that alms bowl from the base of Leifeng Tower, but it still seems unusable. If you don’t erge from the mountains, Unrivaled City might be on the brink of destruction."
The ntion of Unrivaled City clearly indicated this man’s identity, combining his appearance and speech; he was none other than Unrivaled City Lord—Dugu Yifang.
"Demise... Demise..."
The person inside the stone house pondered for a long while and responded lightly, "Second brother, when I relinquished the City Lord position to you, it was clear that whether Unrivaled City or the world was irrelevant to . The only thing I truly care about is—the sword!"
"Back then, I abandoned the city for the sword. Now, I no longer care even for the sword. What aning does a city hold? It’s empty, everything is empty..."
"Big brother!"
Dugu Yifang grew anxious, and suddenly said, "Big brother, do you know where the person who vanished has resurfaced?"
The stone house suddenly fell into a deathly silence, as if the ntion of "that person" stirred the long-dead Heart Lake within.
Dugu Yifang imdiately sensed an opportunity, and said, "Just a month ago, the World Association’s leader Xiong Ba clashed with Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali during a heated and perilous mont in their battle, that person intervened with a single distant stroke forcing Xiong Ba to retreat."
As soon as Dugu Yifang finished speaking.
The stone house suddenly shook, as if being sliced into pieces and turned to dust by nurous strands of Sword Qi in a mont, an old man dressed in dust-covered clothes strode briskly out of the stone house.
"Where is he?"
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Inside the City Lord’s Mansion in Tang Country’s Ying City.
In a spacious and luxurious guest room, Jiang Dali had removed his hat, revealing his face, and was seated prominently at the head seat.
Beside him, on the right, sat a dignified person with elegant bearing, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, exuding both scholarly refinent and a noble deanor, making City Lord Xu Shenjie seated below appear like an insignificant character.
However, none felt this was odd, as it was expected because this man held a prestigious status in Tang Country, being the second son of the current Emperor, Li Er, Li Shimin.
Alongside Li Shimin, seated below were the two Princesses, Li Xiu Ning who had taken off her hat, and Princess Li Xiangfang, who had once crossed paths with Jiang Dali.
In this modest City Lord’s Mansion, the gathering of a prince, two princesses, and Jiang Dali, a prince of two nations, truly brought grandeur to the venue, minimizing City Lord Xu Shenjie to a minor figure naturally.
After a maid respectfully placed the tea and snacks on the table in front of Jiang Dali, all the idle persons present, including Xu Shenjie, were excused from the guest room.
Without allowing the atmosphere to fall into silence, Li Shimin raised his teacup joyfully and said, "After eting the Champion King today, I found that seeing him surpassed hearing about him! I raise this cup to you, Prince, as a toast with tea in place of wine!"
Jiang Dali picked up a cup of hot tea, looked at Li Er, scrutinizing, saw him being the first to drink as a gesture of respect, then smiling calmly, he said, "Your Highness, you graciously wait here today to et , perhaps you already know so of my intentions and requirents? Let’s be direct and proceed to the main topic."
Li Shimin, although well aware of Jiang Dali’s straightforward nature, was slightly surprised and soon set down his teacup with a charming smile, "Shimin is in agreent!"
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