As Wang Anfeng and Zhu Xiao crossed hands, the people of Immortal Pavilion had already hastily swept out more than ten paces away. The leading woman, with the greatest speed, heard the sound of Zhu Xiao’s palms striking Wang Anfeng from behind. Her expression changed slightly, she gathered her energy to lighten her body, slowed her movent technique, and turned to watch the battle situation.
A dark green poison fog enveloped an area with a radius of one zhang, with a nauseating stench assailing the nostrils.
With the power of the Immortal Pavilion’s Poison Skill, even though the other martial artists had left it behind by a hundred ters, the sll was still very distinct.
The woman recognized this as a sign of her sect’s martial arts being pushed to the limit. Her expression suddenly beca extrely tense, her heart filled with anxiety, unsure of the outco of the clash.
In her mont of unease, steady footsteps ca from within the dark green poison fog.
A figure slowly erged from it, causing the woman’s heart to inadvertently race, her right hand unconsciously gripping her weapon. The silver chain hissed like a snake, coiling in the air.
But even this snake seed to recoil, unease evident.
As the fog dispersed, the figure appeared, dressed in green clothes, his countenance square and commanding, with a trace of gloom.
The woman’s face relaxed, joy appearing on it, but at the sa ti, the poison fog parted with his steps, revealing the long hand gripping the green-clad man’s neck. A ferocious wound on his neck was still oozing blood, its crimson hue striking, reflecting in the pupils of the Immortal Pavilion’s crowd, causing them to stiffen in an instant.
A chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
In the midst of a dull breaking through the air, a dark heavy blade thrust out from the poison fog.
Wang Anfeng’s wrist turned, the Heavy Blade swept across, its roar like a wave, leveling the poison fog entirely, enduring the sharp pain from an old injury on his right shoulder without expression. With a casual toss, he threw the lifeless Zhu Xiao in front of the Immortal Pavilion people. Zhu Xiao’s figure, once strapping, now seed like a limp sack as he fell powerlessly, emitting a dull sound.
An unmatched aura erged from deep within the crowd.
The person before them had not displayed any world-shocking secret technique. Since his arrival, with just one attack and one defense, he was already enough to evoke a sense of helplessness in others. Cutting down two n, wherever the longsword pointed, whether it was the Eighth Rank ranger or the Seventh Rank sect steward, death was the only path left.
In that mont, it was as if even the weapons in their hands beca exceptionally heavy, difficult to swing as usual.
Within ten paces around, the atmosphere suddenly grew more oppressive, the Qi chanism of the people, invisibly, seed to follow the movents of the young man in green.
Wang Anfeng stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes, as a familiar voice shouted near his ear:
"Yes! Just like that!"
"Hahaha, what a spectacle! A spectacle indeed!"
"Then, while they’re intimidated, look at them, and say sothing like, ’I never kill the insignificant under my blade, but today I have made an exception once, be gone.’"
"Take this opportunity to plant fear in their hearts. In the future, when they face you, they’ll find it hard to give their full effort..."
Wang Anfeng’s lips twitched slightly.
Just from this voice, he could guess the jovial manner of the third Master at Shaolin Temple.
He looked up indifferently but ultimately could not bring himself to speak. Silence reigned, and that very silence made the atmosphere within the imdiate area even more suffocating and deathly still. Everyone’s hearts were filled with fear, and the last of their courage dissipated, standing like puppets, rooted in place, not daring to move.
A low and solemn sound of swords and blades whistling began to rise slowly.
Wang Anfeng’s left wrist quivered slightly, raising the Mo Blade inch by inch, placing it behind his back. The fresh blood, a bright crimson, ran along the blade, dripping to the ground without leaving a single stain on the blade itself.
The Qi chanism around them grew even more oppressive.
Blood dripped from the blade, falling on the dirtied snow beneath, perating it. The warmth of the blood lted the dirty snow, making a subtle and calm sound, drawing the Qi chanism of the place to sink continually.
The sounds of breathing beca rapid and faint.
It felt as though soone was holding a longsword, slowly approaching, creating an imnsely oppressive feeling on one’s brow.
By the woman of Immortal Pavilion’s ear, the sound of her own heartbeat seed to overshadow all other noises. In the vista of her eyes, from the distant place where heaven and earth t, everything beca pale, gradually losing its original color, as if the entire world was converging upon the man in black.
This made the darkness of the Mo Blade even blacker, the blood under the blade even more piercing to the eye.
Suddenly, with a clang, all the martial artists trembled violently, their faces turning pale in an instant.
Wang Anfeng placed the Mo Blade back onto his back, sweeping his gaze across them. A profound sense of confidence naturally surfaced in his heart, as if life and death under the edge of his blade was entirely at his discretion, free and at will. His palm trembled slightly with the urge to strike at random, but in the end, he rely pursed his lips, suppressed his killing intent, and said indifferently:
"Be gone."
It seed as though there was a soundless thunderclap, as the tension in the air, already stretched to the limit, fractured in an instant.
"Huff..."
The sounds of gasping breaths converged like waves, as martial artists, as if granted amnesty, turned to flee in disarray. In the blink of an eye, Wang Anfeng found himself alone, with only swirling dead leaves, abandoned weapons lanting in a low hum—suddenly, there was a sense of desolate emptiness.
Releasing his breath, the young man turned around, crossed the street, and stepped into the quiet courtyard.
ng Yuexue was still there.
Her longsword had not returned to its sheath, and she watched Wang Anfeng with a hint of caution.
It was because the poison in her system had been depleted, and with wolves encircling outside, her location had clearly been detected by Immortal Pavilion. It was hardly possible to leave unnoticed, much less escape. It was better to wait and see the identity of the unexpected martial artist who had cleared a path for her. If luck was on her side, there might still be a chance of survival.
Wang Anfeng pursed his lips, looking at the familiar girl before him, at how defensively she held her longsword, at how the normally beautiful features of her face had sharpened into sothing as fierce as a blade.
At the killing intent entwined around her sword.
She had truly beco the epito of a mature and qualified female warrior of Jianghu.
She had seen blood, taken lives.
Cautious and vigilant.
Yet he still missed the girl from over two years ago, that clumsy, light-weighted drinker who fancied dashing young heroes and never seed to take things seriously.
ng Yuexue raised her longsword slightly; the look in the young man’s eyes in front of her was oddly discomforting. She frowned and said sternly,
"Thank you for your assistance, sir, may I inquire your esteed na?"
"Wu thanks you for your gratitude."
Wu?
A silent chuckle escaped Wang Anfeng, yet this mirth choked him inside. Looking at the girl in front of him, he pursed his lips again and refrained from speaking in a feigned voice, choosing instead his own youthful tone,
"Miss ng."
"It’s been a long ti... I wonder, how have you been lately?"
ng Yuexue trembled slightly.
Slowly she lifted her head to look at the domineering and sharply distinguished young martial artist before her. Instinctively, she took a step back, her face a muddle of bewildernt, helplessness, disbelief, and a complex resentnt that could not be shaken off. Her emotions were flickering and indistinct.
This greeting.
Had spanned a long two years and three months.
From late autumn to the depths of winter, through countless encounters of blade and sword, under the bright or gentle sunlight, her hands that used to touch only herbs and dical texts were now stained red with blood. Pharmacist Valley, once held in high esteem, had beco a target for all.
And yet, he was here again before her eyes.
ng Yuexue pursed her lips and looked up at him.
After a long silence, when she finally responded, her voice was surprisingly calm, as if she had anticipated this eting today. The young man seed to have just returned from Pharmacist Valley, just as she had imagined years ago.
But her reply was still separated by a lengthy two years.
And an entire world of Jianghu.
"It’s been a long ti..."
"Brother Wang."
PS: I’m truly clumsy with my hands.
Frankly speaking, it took this long to regain my composure. There should be another update today, and I should be able to maintain three updates for the next few days... Thank you.
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