Cold sweat streamed down Duàn Yì's back. His eyes were sharp as swords as he stared fixedly at the straw-hatted man not far away, saying coldly,
"Who are you, sir? You dare barge onto Shalu Mountain and lay hands on Golden Cauldron Sect disciples. Aren't you afraid of bringing down a monstrous disaster upon yourself?"
His discernment was limited. He could only tell that the man's aura was obscure and unfathomable. Though he stood with his hands behind his back, his posture relaxed, there was not a single flaw anywhere about him—or rather, Duàn Yì could not yet see any flaw. If they fought, he could not possibly be this man's match.
But failing to defeat him did not necessarily mean he could not escape.
He had a move called Myriad Peaks Paying Homage, which fused the ten Sword Momentums of Songshan Swordplay into one. Its power was boundless; one move could decide life and death. He had the means to force his opponent back and buy time and opportunity for himself.
He also possessed the lightness skill King Yue's Divine Arrow. Its footwork changes and movements in battle might be somewhat inferior, but it had a unique edge in straight-line, short-distance dashes. Duàn Yì had always been especially confident in his lightness skill.
"Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that disaster is bearing down on you, yet you remain muddleheaded and unaware.
"Fortunately, you are not stupid. Though you do not know what has happened, your exceptional alertness made you think of leaving the Golden Cauldron Sect. That saves me some trouble, so I lent you a hand.
"Rest easy. These two merely had their major acupoints sealed by me. They will sleep like the dead for two hours, after which their acupoints will release themselves. Their