Fast Blade

Chapter 42 042[Fast Blade]

He Zhao had not failed to consider pulling a fast one on the Hetu Dao Master, but who knew whether this fellow had any countermeasures? After all, he was the true master of Spiritual Vision.

So he settled for the next best thing and decided to ambush Jin first. It was absolutely not because he held a grudge!

Old Jin had not thought much of it, but the colors within his sight vanished, and a cold, deathly aura filled the surroundings. The once resplendent Hetu Dao Temple abruptly became ruinous and decrepit. Only a Blood Moon hung high in the sky, making his heart tremble.

"Coo coo."

"Gah!!"

"Chh chh—"

The various miserable howls and strange cries made him shudder despite himself.

Where was this?

Why was it so bizarre?

"You—" Of course, even someone with the dullest reaction understood by now that he had been set up by some Smiling Tiger. But before he could finish speaking, a huge cloud of gray powder came flying straight at his face.

Damn!

Old Jin immediately realized something was wrong. It was actually Lime. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes. Those who used such things to ambush others were generally the lowest scum among the Three Religions and Nine Streams; anyone with a shred of pride would never do such a thing.

Unfortunately, the Old Bastard's thinking was rather antiquated. He could not compare to a modern man with flexible thinking.

He Zhao had anticipated his reaction. If the powder he scattered really had been Lime, the sneak attack would certainly have ended in failure.

What a pity!

"Ah—"

"So itchy!"

The Poison Powder landed on his hands and poured into his mouth and nose. An agonizing itch erupted from within, instantly breaking the sixty-year-old Old Jin's defenses.

"Goodbye!"

As soon as the words fell, He Zhao returned to the real world.

At the same time, he rolled away and casually flung up his hand, filling the air with a vast cloud of gray powder.

With 8 of his own, +5 from the Jade Register, +3 from nightfall, and +2 from combat, his speed had reached a towering 18 points, allowing him to rapidly pull away from everyone.

He glanced at the spot where he had originally stood. Countless concealed weapons lay densely packed there, their blades gleaming with a sinister green light. He wiped at his forehead, though no cold sweat existed there.

Good lord, there were quite a few clever people in Great Xuan. At the very least, they knew to coat concealed weapons with poison.

"Ow, fuck!!"

Some people failed to dodge in time and were hit full in the face by the Poison Powder.

The piercing itch burst forth, and one after another, they forgot all about the formidable enemy before them. They tore open their clothes and viciously scratched at themselves.

In the blink of an eye, bloody wounds appeared all over their bodies.

"He Zhao, what are you doing?"

The Hetu Dao Master watched in trembling fear. He involuntarily took several steps forward, pointed at him, and roared angrily.

Ruthless He Zhao watched the other man's actions and did not know what to say. He had accumulated plenty of good fortune through his first hundred deaths, so had he finally become a Lucky Person in this Simulation Scenario?

You old fellow were simply fated to die. This young master did not even need to painstakingly plot; you walked right into the muzzle yourself.

He wasted no more words. He directly pulled out the Bone Dagger and stabbed it into his own heart.

Pfft—

The Hetu Dao Master was struck as though by lightning!

A shattering sound rang out. The pure Spirit Power flowing across his body cracked apart inch by inch.

"Wah—"

He spat out a huge mouthful of blood, staining the stone slabs before him red. Clutching his heart with one hand, he dropped to his knees with a thud.

He Zhao did not dare delay. Using all his strength, he pulled out a small section of the bone blade.

Damn!

Having not transformed into an Original Blood Warrior with Pig Woman's Heart Blood, he was somewhat lacking in strength. Even with the Child of the Night and title bonuses, he still fell far short of the previous Simulation Scenario.

Pfft—

"Hmph!!"

A muffled groan came from the Hetu Dao Master's throat. With a flip of his free hand, he produced a tiny Tourmaline Seal.

At that moment, He Zhao pulled out the Bone Dagger once more, preparing to stab down.

"Buzz—"

An invisible ripple spread through the entire area, forcibly interrupting the third Fatal Strike.

Apart from the Hetu Dao Master, no one could use any abnormal power.

"Cough, cough."

Blood continuously flowed from the mouth of the Hetu Dao Master as he held the Tourmaline Seal. He stared at He Zhao with a vicious expression. From the day he met his master until he had suffered grievous injuries from forcibly reading the Spiritual Text, everything had gone smoothly for him. He had never endured such humiliation.

That was right. In his eyes, allowing He Zhao's ambush to succeed was an immense disgrace, one he would remember for the rest of his life.

"Die!"

Ignoring the wound in his chest, Ruthless He Zhao raised his hand and fired the Sacrificial Bone Dagger.

"You're the one who'll die!"

The Hetu Dao Master roared. Paying no attention whatsoever to the Bone Dagger flying toward him, he drew out a broken saber with his backhand. Draining away the last trace of his Spirit Power, he viciously slashed at He Zhao.

"Rip—"

Invisible sharp saber energy spread everywhere. Every person and object nearby was split in two in an instant. Even the old servant hiding off to the side failed to escape disaster.

When Eldest Brother and Second Brother fought, not only did they take Third Brother down with them, but Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh all went into the grave together.

As for the Bone Dagger flying toward the Hetu Dao Master?

It was sent flying by the invisible blade and fell to one side.

Damn!

It was actually so ferocious.

He Zhao had no time to curse. He summoned all his strength and retreated explosively, hoping to evade this terrifying slash.

A speed of 18 was terrifying. In practically the blink of an eye, he retreated from the main hall into the courtyard. Give him a few more seconds, and he could have escaped the Hetu Dao Temple.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, he could not escape the terrifying attack of a Sacrificial Vessel.

Pfft—

Ruthless He Zhao lowered his head and saw a line of blood appear across his lower abdomen.

A great spray of blood burst forth, staining several meters of stone slabs in front of him red in an instant.

"Such a Fast Blade!"

"Hahaha!"

The Hetu Dao Master watched He Zhao, shakily rose to his feet, and threw back his head in wild laughter.

You damned little bastard, no matter how sly as a fox you are, did you not still die at the hands of this seasoned hunter—hm?

The next second, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

"Crack—"

He Zhao felt as though his intestines were about to be severed. A faint cracking sound came from his chest, and the invisible sharp saber energy dissipated in the span of a breath.

He reached into his chest and pulled out a handful of Jade Register fragments.

"This—"

The Hetu Dao Master: "Pfft—"

Overcome by fury, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Why, across two Simulation Scenarios, did he need three slashes every time to completely kill him?

This man had once said that an Unusual Scholar of the Riding Light Realm could avoid one fatal attack from a Fierce Ghost or Sacrificial Vessel.

Then what about the second time?

The answer was this tiny Jade Register.

"Old Huang!" The Hetu Dao Master gnashed his teeth. He had not expected Someone surnamed He to strike in the dark and kill Old Huang and the others. The question was, when he had asked Liu Da back then, why had the man known nothing and covered for He Zhao, that ungrateful wretch?

He racked his brains but could not understand it. The one surnamed Liu was no good person either; he was an Aberration in disguise.

"Heaven will not end me!"

"Heaven is ending me!"

The two roared almost simultaneously.

The Hetu Dao Master absolutely refused to admit that Ruthless He Zhao's skill was superior. Judging by the other man's expression, this lucky fellow had no idea what the Jade Register did.

Pfft!!

Before He Zhao could make a move, a blade slashed outward from the Hetu Dao Master's body.

"Crack!"

The Bone Armor on his body directly exploded and shattered. A wound deep enough to reveal bone cut diagonally from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

"Thud!"

The corpse fell to the ground, and the Dao Temple became completely silent.

"Hiss—"

He Zhao drew in a sharp breath. The side effect of this Black Broken Blade was a little too terrifying.

After cutting out an unrivaled slash, did the wielder have to endure one as well?

The Bone Armor on the Hetu Dao Master was certainly not weak in defense. He had not even been confident that the Bone Dagger could break it, which was why he had aimed for the head when throwing it earlier.

Yet such formidable armor had been ripped apart and destroyed on the spot.

It could be called a Divine Artifact of suicide. No, a Divine Artifact of mutual destruction.

"Boom—"

An enormous roar echoed throughout Wancheng.

"That sound... Cannon?"