The people surrounding them backed away, and a man wearing a mask slowly stepped forward.
He was very tall, holding a longbow in his left hand, looking down at them with compassionate eyes, like looking at a group of ants that were about to be crushed to death at any moment.
Jian Xiuyun looked up at him, his expression slightly condensed.
Although his face couldn’t be seen through the mask, it felt inexplicably familiar.
“Are you the Evil Lord?” Yu Shaozhi asked in a loud voice.
The man didn’t answer, only pursing his thin lips into a smile.
Then he raised his shoulders, fully drawing the bow in his hand, and pointed the arrow at Jian Xiuyun.
Seeing this, Yu Shaozhi stepped forward, standing in front of Jian Xiuyun.
The man didn’t seem to actually have any intention of hurting them. Upon seeing this, the smile on his face twisted into something more playful and he stopped moving.
Looking at each other from across the sky, Yu Shaozhi seemed to be confronting him.
Lin Liaoting on the side couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed forward. He pointed his sword at the man and cursed angrily, “Why are you pretending to be a fool? Are you that bullshit Evil Lord? Come down and fight if you are able to, what is the point of hiding up there?”
Jian Xiuyun scolded, “Liaoting.”
Lin Liaoting ignored him and charged forward with his sword.
The attendant behind the man saw this and stepped forward to stop him, but the man eyed him as an indication to stop. Then the arrow in his hand was shot out. The arrow winding was sharp, piercing through the air and causing a buzzing sound.
The arrow shot straight into the air, like a signal.
The next second, waves of people rushed downwards, entangling with Jian Xiuyun and the rest.
At the same time, Lin Liaoting pushed through them and forced himself in front of the man.
Seeing this, the man drew out the sword at his waist, blocked his blow, and started fighting with him.
After just one move, Lin Liaoting knew that he was no match for him. However, the hatred and murderous intent swirling in his heart fueled him and he refused to back down no matter what.
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He squeezed out his internal energy with all his strength, and continuously channeled it into his sword. Sparks flew as the two swords collided in the air.
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After that, the master and apprentice pair started fighting with the man.
Although the man’s martial arts skills were better than Lin Liaoting’s, he still couldn’t stand the joined force. However, even though he was forced to retreat, his face never showed any signs of distress. He even had a smile on his face.
“Elder Jian.” The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him coldly, his hands not stopping.
“Admit defeat,” he continued.
Jian Xiuyun’s sword slashed across his clothes and ripped a piece of fabric.
“Keep dreaming!” Jian Xiuyun replied.
The man was forced into a corner by them. Lin Liaoting picked up his sword, and Jian Xiuyun put Qinghan Sword against his neck.
The man didn’t show any signs of panic at all, only looking at them calmly with a puzzled expression, like a student asking for advice.
“What is the standard?” he suddenly asked, walking towards Jian Xiuyun as he spoke.
Jian Xiuyun’s sword instantly dug into his flesh. A thin line of blood seeped out, but he seemed to be unaware and kept advancing.
“We are from the evil sect, and you are from the righteous sect. Who created this standard? Is it just a matter of words?”
Jian Xiuyun drew his sword back a few inches, frowning as he shouted, “Stop!”
“Of course you are evil and crooked. You slaughtered more than a thousand people in my Lin family. How dare you call yourself righteous?”
As Lin Liaoting said this, he thrust his sword towards him, but unexpectedly, the man clutched his sword.
He held the sword in his hand, and large streams of blood flowed down the blade.
He looked at Lin Liaoting. When he spoke, his voice was filled with ice, “That is what is good and evil to you?”
After saying that, there was a “clang” and the sword in his hand snapped into two.
Then, his eyes fell on the inner city, and he shook his head.
Jian Xiuyun also looked over and realized that most of the disciples who had accompanied them had fallen down for some reason. Only Yu Shaozhi and a few others could barely hold on.
“They were infected with Ruanjin Powder.” The man explained calmly, “Mix the Ruanjin Powder into water, then soak the clothes in it for one day and one night, and take the antidote before wearing them. It will have such an affect.”
Anger ignited in Jian Xiuyun’s heart, and he turned around suddenly and cursed, “Despicable.”
The man replied as if he had heard a joke, “You people take us too lightly.”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t respond and turned around to ponder. The man realized his intention and said, “I advise you not to go.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture. Then, with a “boom”, explosions suddenly sounded all around. Scarlet flames mixed with billowing smoke rose above the inner city, almost igniting the dim night to look like day.
Jian Xiuyun’s pupils shrunk, and Qinghan Sword in his hand fell to the ground. His mouth was wide open, but he could not make a sound.
“Shijie! Zhangmen!” Lin Liaoting beside him rushed into the sea of fire.
Jian Xiuyun lifted his feet, but felt that they were as heavy as a thousand stones.
He stumbled forward, but before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by someone.
“Elder Jian, don’t go there, it’s dangerous.”
Jian Xiuyun turned around and looked at the masked man.
They looked at each other through the cold mask. Jian Xiuyun couldn’t see his expression, only the hypocritical, fake concern in his eyes.
“Get out!” Jian Xiuyun pushed him away and leaned down to pick up his sword, then stabbed him fiercely.
His mind went blank and he couldn’t remember any swordsmanship formulas. He just relied on instinct to keep slashing at the man.
“Do you know why I said you have no chance of winning?”
Jian Xiuyun’s current state wasn’t threatening at all, so he leisurely dodged the incoming blows and asked with a smile.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t respond, but just stared at him hatefully. The hatred in his eyes looked like it could tear out a piece of flesh from his body.
The man didn’t seem to care whether he would answer or not. He looked behind him and said with a smile, “Here comes the answer.”
The sound of the explosion gradually subsided, and the thick black smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the appearance of the inner city.
The city was charred and black, with many body fragments scattered around. There were cultivators with strong cultivation who protected themselves from the violent explosion.
But they were also injured to varying degrees.
Jian Xiuyun’s eyes anxiously searched for specific figures in the mess.
He saw Yu Shaozhi sitting in the middle, protecting Song Qingru and the others behind him. Lin Liaoting was kneeling next to Song Qingru, seemingly checking her injuries.
Jian Xiuyun breathed a long sigh of relief. As long as they were alive, they were still fine.
Then he heard strange voices.
“Greeting the Lord.”
“Greeting the Lord.”
“……”
Jian Xiuyun glanced at the person in front of him in surprise and turned around.
Then he saw rows of people kneeling on one knee to greet someone.
There were footsteps sounding. A string of silver ornaments hung on a pair of black satin boots, making a crisp sound as they moved. Then, it extended to straight and slender calves and a thin waist.
The dark black straight-breasted robe was embroidered with large blood-red hibiscus flowers, and the person’s long black hair was tied up high with a jade crown.
The footsteps got closer.
The person’s face was strange yet familiar.
It was Kan Wenxiao.
Nooo😭
Iknew!!!…. This daned sht, whether with kindness or not, it’s like the old life! 😢😢💔💔I don’t want Shaozi to die!! 🥹💔💔
Oh Liaoning! These people don’t deserve this!
It’s just that Wenxiao is a yandere Da*n
I knew it was him but I don’t know how to feel about this…
… Sigh I know it…
I FUDGING KNEW IT!! HE WAS SO SUSPICIOUS!!! 🥹🥹