That ear-splitting roar echoed in the eerie silence of the secret realm, and lasted for a long time.
The violent impact traveled in the opposite direction along the sword, hitting Guiyuanzi’s body directly.
The muddy ground beneath his feet immediately collapsed, and his feet slipped backwards without realizing it due to the enormous impact.
One step, two steps, three steps
Guiyuanzi staggered back more than ten steps before he could barely regain his balance.
The tiger’s mouth was shattered by the impact, and fine bloodstains flowed slowly down the sword hilt. The warm blood stained the ancient cloud patterns and left a fiery red mark on the blue sword.
His face suddenly turned pale, his blood churned, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He forcefully endured the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat.
His back muscles were tense, his arms were shaking slightly, his internal spiritual energy was chaotic, and his meridians were throbbing with pain.
As he stared at the white-robed figure in the distance, Gui Yuanzi’s eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.
With just one casual palm strike, without any force preparation or killer move, he injured and defeated this early-stage Tier 3 Golden Immortal cultivator.
The true cultivation level of this illusory figure far surpassed him, reaching the peak of the third rank of the Golden Immortal and infinitely approaching the fourth rank of the Golden Immortal.
The difference is very striking and clear.
“Make your move!”
An Dao’s cold shout suddenly sounded.
When Guiyuanzi retreated, the hidden knife had already moved.
His black aura suddenly surged, his black tight clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, and his figure suddenly became ethereal, turning into a black shadow that completely merged with the gray mist.
Its speed was so high that the naked eye couldn’t even capture its trajectory.
In the next second, a dark figure suddenly appeared about one meter behind the old man in white.
With a flash of cold light, two pitch-black short swords were drawn simultaneously from the sheaths at his waist. The blade gleamed with a dark and cold light, its sharp edge penetrated deep into the bone, carrying a concentrated killing force, and slashed fiercely towards the nape of the old man’s neck.
At the same time, Lingyue made her move.
With a gentle movement of her beautiful wrist, the white jade whisk in her hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.
The snow-white silk threads instantly lengthened and thinned, like countless silver threads, tightly woven into a net, entwining the white-robed old man’s limbs and body from all directions, with the aim of restricting his movements and narrowing his space for attack.
One commits murder, the other imprisons; Their teamwork was perfect, combining attack and defense.
Both of them were first-level Gold Immortals, and they attacked without hesitation, using all their strength to suppress the unknown ghost.
But the old man in white remained calm and collected, his expression as calm as a deep well.
Facing a sudden attack from behind, he simply raised his left hand, palm facing outwards, and calmly released a gentle white light.
The white light wasn’t fast, but it was very targeted, hitting Dark Blade right in his chest.
Thud
There was a dull thud.
The black aura barrier formed by the hidden sword shattered instantly, and the mighty body was thrown backwards without control like a kite with a broken string.
He gritted his teeth, his face cold, and endured the blow. After landing, he staggered two steps before barely regaining his balance. His chest heaved slightly, his breathing was clearly irregular, and for the first time, deep fear appeared between his cold and firm eyes.
Soon after, the old man glanced around and casually flicked his finger.
A small white beam of light shot out and hit the intertwining white silk threads in the sky.
A series of sharp snapping sounds rang out as the extremely strong shaking threads, capable of binding even golden immortals, broke like fragile cotton threads, turning into countless tiny white light spots that disappeared into the dense mist.
Lingyue’s wrist felt a little numb, and her spiritual energy momentarily stopped. She took two steps back, her clear eyes filled with astonishment.
With just two moves, he easily defeated the combined attacks of two Golden Immortal cultivators.
The old man in white remained standing still, his robes neat and his hair undisturbed. His aura was calm and gentle, and his breathing was completely calm, as if the previous conversation was just casually sweeping away dust, without any effort required at all.
His gaze fell back onto Gui Yuanzi, whose face was ashen. His tone was calm and gentle, but contained undeniable determination.
“Guiyuanzi, you are no match for me.”
“Go now and leave this secret realm. The Chaos Elixir is not something you can covet in your current state.”
A simple sentence, without sarcasm or disdain, but containing an indifferent acceptance of fate, directly destroyed Guiyuanzi’s obsession with this journey.
Gui Yuanzi’s right hand, which was hanging by his side, gripped the sword hilt tightly.
The blood flowing from the wound on his palm soaked the hilt of the sword, making it sticky and warm.
He lowered his head slightly, his messy hair covering his eyes and eyebrows, so that others could not see his expression at that moment.
After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head. His previously gentle eyes were now dark and firm, revealing a stubborn and unyielding spirit.
“I can’t go.”
His voice was hoarse, but every word was firm and unwavering: “Young Master is still waiting for the Chaos Spirit Liquid to reshape his physical body. If I leave, Young Master’s physical body will not be able to recover.”
“Young master?” The white-robed elder looked confused.
“Yes, young master, our Daoist sect’s young master has the Great Luo Golden Scripture, a Daoist sect ancestral relic,” said Gui Yuanzi.
The old man in white suddenly widened his eyes, showing his surprise.
Daoist Sect Young Master?
You need to know that he is just the patriarch of the Guiyuan Sect, and the Guiyuan Sect is just one of the thousands of sects under the Daoist sect.
Compared to the young masters of the entire Daoist sect, his status as the patriarch of the Guiyuan Sect was simply worthless.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the significance of the artifact wielded by the mysterious elder?
A: The artifact is identical to the legendary weapon of the Guiyuan Sect’s founding patriarch, raising profound questions about its reappearance and the elder’s identity.
Q: Why does Guiyuanzi suspect the elder might be the Guiyuan Sect’s founder?
A: Guiyuanzi recognizes the elder’s whisk as the lost magic weapon of the sect’s founder, which disappeared for millennia, leading him to a shocking and unbelievable conclusion.
Dive into this chapter and share your thoughts on the astonishing discoveries awaiting Guiyuanzi!