An invisible canopy covered the entire Mountain Stronghold. Yet the Demonic Messengers at the entrance breathed a sigh of relief when they realized that the white-haired guest was actually outside the faintly visible canopy and not in the same space as them. The enormous pressure weighing on their hearts vanished with it.
"You—" Dong Xing had barely spoken a word when the young man suddenly attacked, his longsword stabbing forward like a rainbow.
Ignorant! Dong Xing sneered inwardly. A shield suddenly appeared in his left hand, while he drew a long saber with his right. Although he did not know who the other man was, his hostility was blatantly obvious. Dong Xing was a Demonic Messenger—if he had to die, he would at least bite off a chunk of the enemy's flesh!
His saber was a Demonic Path Relic he had nurtured for years. It could suddenly extend by a foot, and most people would never react in time. With this shield-and-saber technique, he had ambushed countless people. He would use this reckless brat to crush their spirit first!
Once the longsword was knocked aside by his shield, he could follow up—
Smack!
The second-turn rare shield was pierced straight through in an instant. Dong Xing stared blankly at the sword tip just inches from him, one final thought surfacing in his mind: Fortunately, I still have a Defensive Token.
Then the longsword pierced his throat. The young man gave it a hard sweep, and Dong Xing's head flew into the air. One of the few third-turn experts of Shu Road Mountain, Beiyou's most capable subordinate, "Nether Shield" Dong Xing, had blood gushing from his neck like a spring.
"You think this piece of scrap metal can stop me, Helan Yu!?" the young man snarled. "What a joke!"
"You actually