The commotion deep in the forest went unnoticed by Bing Cao, who continued to immerse himself in thought. As for Mo Li, the time in the carriage was mostly devoted to reading the letters from her family and friends. It had been over a year since she had last seen them in person, and she missed them dearly.'I will be home soon... Jie Mei I hope you're alright.' In this serene moment, Mo Li couldn't help thinking about her dear friend, whom she had separated from during the last Martial Gathering. Mo Li couldn't understand why her usually resourceful ally would trust a stranger in this situation.Mo Li was not accustomed to matters of the heart, where logic often fell short in providing easy explanations. Her neat eyebrows were furrowed due to her confusion, but she knew she had to trust her friend's judgment. She sighed, hoping that her friend was safe and sound wherever she was."The scenery is rather unusual. It almost seems devoid of life." Mo Li shifted her focus to the carriage w
The guards that were in the vicinity were flabbergasted as they were blown away by the furious shock waves that blasted the back of the carriage sending it hurling into the air, while they suffered a similar fate and landed into the surrounding underbrush.As the guards attempted to regain their feet and realized they were under attack, one of them yelled, "What in the world!" Li Wuji was standing tall and proud, his strategy taking shape as he moved closer to the fallen carriage.Not long after, two of the guards got up and hurried over to where Mo Li and Bing Cao were still inside the dented carriage . With haste, the remaining guards reorganized, prepared to defend their allies and repel the unforeseen incursion. Li Wuji's ambush was so well-planned that it left his foes scurrying to defend themselves, and his eyes glowed with glee. "Miss Li!… Lord Cao!" The carriage driver had perished, and Mo Li and Bing Cao were nowhere to be found, so as the two guards quickly approached the
Although the two had previously faced fierce opposition, Jie Mei knew that this time was different because they were getting closer to the heartland of the Qianlong Province. The innkeeper's eyes nearly popped out as he watched the two combatants level his building to the ground in their heated battle. The poor man's face was pale; he knew they would not let up until one of them was the winner.[4th move of the Flaming Halberd technique—Extinction Slash]Xiao Hu unleashed his Earth Tier Halberd Art's final technique in the battle of his life. It was a desperate attempt to conclude the fight with a blow that would guarantee his triumph. The gigantic Halberd Qi exuded an aura of monstrosity, causing the malevolent martial artist to have a change in expression."This ends now!" The Extinction Slash tore through the air, leaving devastating damage in its wake, causing the ground to tremble fiercely. With the knowledge that this maneuver may be his final opportunity to win, Xiao Hu's pulse
"Boy, you have to die!" The malevolent martial artist was incensed; Xiao Hu had done a fantastic job.as he was fighting for Jie Mei's survival as much as his own. However, it was clear that the evil combatant had a longer martial arts background. "I, Luo Shao, shall erase you from this reality." [3rd move: Vengeful Dragon Finger Art—Reaper's Scythe]Luo Shao released the Reaper's Scythe, the last move of the Vengeful Dragon Finger Art, with a mind set on victory and a heart full of conviction. Around him, a jumble of gray light radiated from the daoist's index finger . One of Luo Shao 's most lethal weapons was thought to be the Reaper's Scythe , which could cut through everything in its path and make it appear as though Luo Shao had turned into a death harbinger."Such strength!" The residual gray light enveloped the innkeeper and his workers , causing their movements to become sluggish, almost as if they had aged years in just an instant. Despite his best efforts to flee from the
"You elderly fool! I'll kill you! Hang Feng was just incensed at his own pathetic demonstration of martial skill in front of Bing Cao. He promised himself to make use of the chief adviser as a stepping stone on his way to the higher level of Dao in order to murder the man who had sent him flying and to overcome his present constraints. Hang Feng's misty eyes gleamed viciously as he tightened his fists and turned his merciless attention to the work at hand.[4th move of the Tyrant Saber art: Battle Tyrant Slash]He knew that his pride had been wounded, and he was prepared to restore his honor by any means necessary. Hang Feng's mind raced with thoughts of revenge as he plotted his next move against Bing Cao. The saber in his grasp glowed with a stunning aurora as the might of this move reached another plane.“As expected from a Battle Path cultivator...” Yuan Yi observed the battle with mixed thoughts. In her eyes, Hang Feng’s saber art seemed to be growing in ferocity as time went on.
The wind howled through the lifeless trees as Li Wuji was taken through the gates of the infamous Black Temple; his arms were bound tightly behind his back. The rugged young man now exuded an air of cold resolve, his eyes sharp and calculating.Betrayed by his own clansmen and sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment, Li Wuji was still digesting the brutal betrayal. The guards sneered at him as they threw him into his cell, the heavy iron door slamming shut with a deafening echo."Bastards." Li Wuji spat towards the door before his gaze swept across the dimly lit cell; his mind was already analyzing the surroundings. The cramped space and rough-hewn stone walls were the first things he noticed in the tiny space.The air in the cell was suffocating, tainted by the musty scent of mildew and decay. It was a revolting smell that reflected his dire situation, as he would have to sleep through the awful smell."To think my clansmen could be this wicked." His mind focused and his heart harden
As he emerged into the light, he saw that he was not alone. All around him, other prisoners were standing outside their cells, staring at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The prisoners and the guards alike had different expressions on their faces as they saw the man who had just emerged from the tiny cell. Li Wuji possessed a striking appearance that reflected both his resilience and physique. Standing at nearly two meters tall, he had a lean and powerful build, honed by years of hunting and survival in the wilderness. His features were sharp and defined, with a strong jawline and piercing, calculating eyes that seemed to hold secrets within their depths. Li Wuji's unkempt black hair fell to his shoulders, partially obscuring his face and adding an air of mystery to his countenance. He sported a short, well-kept beard that framed his lips, giving him a primitive and somewhat attractive look. His attire consisted of worn and tattered clothing, remnants of his previous life
The prisoners, who had long suffered under Bo Xi's cruel reign, watched in stunned silence as their tormentor lay defeated before them. Some looked on with disbelief, hardly daring to believe that the seemingly impervious Bo Xi had been brought to the ground.Li Wuji, his cold and vindictive nature fully unleashed, stood tall and composed, a stark contrast to the broken man on the ground. He gazed at the prisoners with a look of pride and resolve; his eyes seemingly held answers to all their troubles."This is the man that has been enslaving you," Li Wuji declared, his voice cutting through the air with power. "Either he has grown weaker or you all are simply earthworms with no means of defending yourselves."The prisoners exchanged uncertain glances, their spirits emboldened by Li Wuji's display of power and defiance. The realization that they too possessed the strength to stand against their oppressor began to seep into their weary souls."D-damn it…" Bo Xi, his face twisted in agon