The shock on the face of the shadowy figure intensified upon seeing the pale man appear out of thin air, and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips: "Who are you?"
"Heh heh, these fellows must have been acting under your orders. I am the one waiting for the rabbit by the stump!" The pale-faced man was none other than Liang Xiaoke, who had seemingly vanished while off hunting for female company. However, he had arrived at this courtyard just before Ye Jingyu, and both he and Ye Jingyu had sensed they were being spied upon by someone incredibly powerful...
To avoid alerting the intruder, Ye Jingyu had led the others away first, leaving Liang Xiaoke to wait for the inevitable appearance of their watcher. And indeed, the person had shown up...
"These men have nothing to do with me; I was merely passing through! On the other hand, sir, what business brings you here in the dead of night?" This black silhouette was no fool like Lü Yun. Though he still couldn't detect any trace of True Essence fluctuation within Liang Xiaoke, a person capable of materializing right in front of him without any warning was surely no ordinary individual...
Only upon reaching their level did one truly grasp the terror of an opponent...
"Didn't I already tell you? I am right here, waiting for the rabbit! Whether you were passing by or investigating, since I am waiting for you, you might as well obediently become my rabbit!" Liang Xiaoke chuckled darkly...
"Who do you think you are, daring to speak such bold words?" Hearing Liang Xiaoke mock him as a 'rabbit' again and again finally ignited a spark of fury in the silhouette, despite his composure. As the words faded, an arc-shaped weapon materialized in his hand—neither fully a saber nor a sword—as if preparing for a life-or-death duel with Liang Xiaoke...
"Heh heh, whether it’s bragging or not, you’ll know soon enough..." Liang Xiaoke grinned fiercely, clenching both fists...
"Die, Heaven Shatter Moon Fall!" The man suddenly roared, sweeping his weapon forward. A massive swath of light erupted in the dark night, a sharp burst of sword energy—or perhaps blade energy—hurtling toward Liang Xiaoke.
Facing this fierce energy, Liang Xiaoke showed no intention of evading; he simply drove a punch straight forward...
Crack... With a sharp sound, the piercing sword energy was pulverized by Liang Xiaoke’s single punch. The silhouette, however, had already retreated backward the moment he launched the strike, clearly never intending a prolonged confrontation; his apparent anger had merely been a façade.
Seeing the man rapidly fleeing, Liang Xiaoke made no immediate move to pursue, a strange smile creeping across his face instead...
The silhouette bolted about thirty feet, reaching an osmanthus tree, intending to use its momentum to vanish further, when the tree suddenly seemed to come alive. Its branches grew wildly, wrapping themselves around the fleeing man...
The man was inwardly horrified, yet displayed no panic. A flick of his weapon unleashed another arc of blade energy that shredded the advancing branches to pieces...
A storm of broken twigs scattered everywhere, and from the debris emerged a graceful figure who immediately drove a punch toward the silhouette...
The man was startled again. Seeing such a swift strike, he knew it required the power of at least a Martial Saint. How could so many beings surpassing the Grandmaster level have appeared in the small territory of Miao City?
While his mind reeled, the weapon in his hand struck out without mercy, forming an even sharper blade of energy...
Facing this rapid sword strike, the face of the Corpse General Gongsun Lu remained utterly unchanged. A surge of azure power gathered on her outward-swinging fist, faintly flickering with blue lightning—the Azure Wood Divine Thunder. This lightning subtly coalesced into the phantom of a dragon, like a celestial azure dragon soaring upwards, slamming fiercely into the silhouette...
Boom! With a thunderous impact, the sharp sword energy was once again smashed to dust by the force of the punch. Gongsun Lu’s deceptively delicate, small fist continued its trajectory relentlessly, slamming directly into the man’s weapon...
Clang... A crisp sound rang out, like the impact of two pieces of metal. Gongsun Lu was jolted back by the blow, but the man's weapon hummed violently under the force of her single punch, deepening the astonishment in his eyes...
This weapon was forged from ice over a thousand years old, undoubtedly a divine weapon. Yet now, this young girl had met it barehanded. How could her strength be so immense?
At this moment, Liang Xiaoke had caught up, closing the gap to surround the man from front and back, leaving him absolutely no chance of escape...
With two individuals whose strength was no less than his own blocking his path, the man's surprised expression settled into a semblance of calm.
"Gentlemen, we are but strangers meeting by chance. Why must you seek my complete destruction?" The man spoke courteously, referring to himself as Ye...
"Heh heh, complete destruction? I don't have such intentions. I merely wish to invite you back for a cup of tea. Of course, if you tell me everything you know right now, I might just be merciful enough to spare your life," Liang Xiaoke boomed with laughter. A mere mid-level Martial Saint was nothing in his eyes...
"I truly do not comprehend your meaning, sirs..." The man looked utterly bewildered...
"You don't understand? If you truly don't understand, don't blame me later for not holding back!" Liang Xiaoke sneered...
"Ye knows he is no match for either of you, but if you press matters this aggressively, do not blame Ye if I choose to fight to the death!" Hearing Liang Xiaoke, Ye also let out a cold snort...
As a Martial Saint, perhaps he was inferior to them, but if he fought desperately, even if he died in the end, he could certainly drag one of them down with him.
In Ye's view, anyone who reached the Martial Saint realm was extraordinary and cherished their life; no one would be foolish enough to court a suicidal fight. This was why he dared to say such a thing...
But one cold voice utterly shattered that assumption...
"Fight to the death? Are you worthy?" As that voice spoke, the handsome young man who was supposed to have left reappeared slowly from another direction.
Accompanying him was a Taotie that had grown to a considerable size...
Remembering the way this youth had dispatched Lü Yun earlier, the man calling himself Ye offered a bitter smile...
When did Martial Saints become like mere hounds? To run into three beings no weaker than Martial Saints on a single outing—was the world gone mad? Or was he the one who had lost his mind?
(Fourth update! Five more to come!)
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