Chapter 825: Chapter 644: Start Winning Without Any Efforts from Today Onward?_2
Think about it—if every sword Roger swings is akin to a cot crashing into the earth, how many could still survive under his assault?
“After all this wandering, it turns out the Quinn Sword Seal was the first to be completed after all.”
Absorbed by Roger, the surrounding Bloodline Power vanished completely, leaving the cavern in its forr silence.
As for Sword Master Funiu and the others, not even their remains were left behind.
“Let’s go. We’re leaving this place!”
“Where are we going?” Yuan Guanghai’s expression still seed unnatural. The collapse of Qinglu Mountain ant that every trace of his existence had been erased.
When no one rembers you anymore, it’s effectively no different from death.
“To seek revenge!!”
Roger’s response was succinct.
It was evident that Yuan Guanghai wanted to join Roger, but at that mont his body was filled with Bloodline Power. Forget combat; even simple movents were extraordinarily difficult.
Roger patted his shoulder, offering a reassuring look. In the next mont, the two erged once again onto the mountaintop from within Qinglu Mountain.
With the absence of the Bloodline Power’s shroud, the environnt around them brightened, but soon, wispy gray threads filled the entire space.
The trees on the mountainside began to change—the invasion of Eternal Darkness had comnced.
“Who are you?”
Just then, a piercing voice echoed from the sky. Several figures appeared, and before they approached, a formidable force enveloped them. In an instant, the surrounding scenery transford.
They were pulled from the sky down onto the earth.
The double compression of land and space restricted everyone’s movents.
Roger looked straight at the leading figure.
“Where is the Tengu Divine Master?”
“Who are you?”
“The Divine Master has discovered a thod to solve cultivators’ limits on lifespan. If you’ve reached the end of your life, just join us, and with the Divine Master’s assistance, your life can be extended!”
The leader spoke with neither arrogance nor servility.
He appeared no different from a normal person, except his complexion was exceptionally pale, his expression sowhat vacant, yet his eyes were overly sharp.
A thick vein ran from his neck to the top of his head, contracting like a wriggling worm as he spoke.
“Tell where the Tengu Divine Master is.”
Roger asked again.
“Who are you?” The leader evidently noticed sothing unusual and his tone began to grow wary.
Roger didn’t say anymore; he waved his hand lightly.
A white fox appeared on his shoulder, curled into a ball, then suddenly leaped into the air, spinning rapidly with its head and tail connected.
In the next second, nine fox tails unfolded like petals, causing everyone’s eyes to beco instantly dazed, their faces showing a mix of emotions.
“Extract the information we need, then kill them.”
These people’s auras were strange—neither human nor demon.
But just then, pain began to surface on the faces of those Roger had restrained. The leader’s eyes bulged wide, his eyeballs swelling at an unimaginable rate.
The confines of his eye sockets could no longer contain the expanding eyeballs.
BOOM! BOOM!
Like bubbles crushed underfoot, his eyes burst into sprays of blood. Following that, his jaw opened to an exaggerated degree.
The corners of his mouth tore apart, and a centipede-like fleshy insect, as thick as an arm, crawled out from his throat!
The insect split into two distinct entities—its bottom half remained connected, whereas its top half curled upward to consu the mangled head.
Then the divided insect bodies rged again, forming a grotesque human-like face.
“Their original consciousnesses have beco faint. Their bodies are controlled by sothing else, but it’s no use—we can’t extract anything more from them.”
“That thing’s thoughts are impossible to decipher.”
Uma controlled the white fox’s body, letting it co to rest again on Roger’s shoulder.
Their bodies twisted, their chests and stomachs heaving as if other entities were moving inside them.
Yet they were far too weak compared to Roger. Under absolute power, any struggle was aningless.
These bizarre insects reminded Roger of the Ishii Family in the desert.
They were likely also part of the Tengu Divine Master’s plan.
Without even drawing his sword, Roger punched forward. The inner and outer pressure instantly shattered their bodies—along with whatever was inside—grinding them into minceat that was absorbed by the earth.
At that mont, the white fox perched on Roger’s shoulder twitched, but the next second, Roger restrained Uma’s movent.
“Co back.”
“There’s soone at the foot of the mountain,” Uma said.
“Let him go back and send word. I’ll be waiting!”
Roger stood atop the broken summit of Qinglu Mountain.
Beneath his feet was the place where Sword Master Funiu once fought. If he could kill the Tengu Divine Master here, that would indeed be a kind of perfection.
As for whether he could win, truthfully, Roger wasn’t sure.
But the blood flowing through his veins told him he must fight.
As a fellow Extre Path cultivator, Roger was confident he could make the Tengu Divine Master pay.
Yuan Guanghai trembled beside him, still unable to absorb the power within his body. “Forget the past and start anew.”
Roger sent Yuan Guanghai back to the Tower of Shadows before returning to Qinglu Mountain once more.
He walked to the collapsed hall, now reduced to rubble. With a light stomp, the underground rocks gathered, and a statue rose from the ground.
It was the Atlas Great Bear.
If no one else remained, then let this statue bear witness to the coming battle.
Roger sat at the foot of the Great Bear statue, gazing into the distance as his heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of the earth, his entire being gradually calming.
If the battle took place here, Roger believed he would surely win.
anwhile, on a distant peak, the Tengu Divine Master received unexpected news.
“An intruder?”
He couldn’t fathom who in the Everworld could challenge him besides Sword Master Cold Crow.
Those who were once strong during his era had already perished due to their limited lifespans. Among the cultivators who lived in the sa era as Cold Crow Sword Master, only a few remained.
Even those who were still alive were rely clinging to life.
As for anyone else—even those lucky enough to attain the Extre Path Realm—they were no threat to him.
But soon, the Tengu Divine Master learned what he wanted to know, and a hint of surprise crossed his face.
“That Roger?”
“Why is he here?” A thread of doubt flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
“If he’s appeared, then kill him outright.”
Due to Roger, the Tengu Divine Master’s power was incomplete. This was why he hadn’t imdiately headed for Hankawa.
Deep down, he hoped to face his most gifted student in his most perfect state.
“Divine Master, there are minor matters we can handle for you.”
A twisted voice echoed from the shadows.
“White Fox Lord and Green Hill Lord…”
The Tengu Divine Master frowned, clearly displeased by the visitors’ presence.
He was about to respond when a red beam of light shot into the sky. Seeing that blinding scarlet light in the distance, the Tengu Divine Master’s body trembled violently, showing an uncharacteristic loss of composure for the first ti.
He said nothing more but clenched his fists, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Before long, a figure wearing a Tengu Mask approached him.
“Divine Master!”
“Speak!” His breathing tightened.
“Change in Hankawa.”
“Sword Master Cold Crow has stepped out of the house he hasn’t left in twenty years!”
As realization dawned, a glint colder than steel flickered across the Tengu Divine Master’s mask.
“Anything else?”
The figure raised his eyes to glance at the Tengu Divine Master and added, “Sword Master Cold Crow appears youthful, dressed in gray robes embroidered with Black Moon.”
“He carries no sword.”
Upon hearing that, the Tengu Divine Master’s clenched fist suddenly relaxed.
“So this is destiny’s arrangent—to end it all with us.”
With that, he stepped forward and vanished abruptly, leaving only his voice.
“White Fox, head to Qinglu Mountain. Kill the intruder!”
“Divine Master, about Hankawa…”
“That’s my concern!”
anwhile, atop Hankawa’s summit, Sword Master Cold Crow stood outside his house, his gaze cast toward the distant sky and the city below. Straightening his back, he uncharacteristically stretched.
“Feels good.”
Like an iron tower, Yatagarasu Akiryu stood beside Sword Master Cold Crow.
“Father, everything is ready,” Yatagarasu Akiryu said softly.
“Then let’s go.”
Sword Master Cold Crow’s eyes fell on a distant courtyard, where, as if prompted by so unseen connection, a young man raised his head.
“Lord Kensumi…”
Yuuki Nao’s voice rang out beside him. She said nothing more but crossed her hands, gently pressing them against her abdon.
“After I leave, head down the mountain,” Kensumi said without turning back.
“And live well.”
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