Divine Skill's First Test

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shuo's heart stirred, and a bold guess popped into his mind. His flustered gaze immediately steadied.

Jiang Shuo no longer retreated. The enemy stopped in place, their expression showing a hint of apprehension. After a brief standoff, the enemy couldn't hold back and attacked first.

The disciple named Rong Yan shouted loudly, drew the long saber from his waist, and slashed at Jiang Shuo. As if influenced by his master's anxious emotions, the blow, which should have been incredibly fierce, lacked a bit of its intended power.

Jiang Shuo stood at the edge of the ancient well, secretly channeling True Qi into his palm. As Rong Yan's saber slashed down, he bent his waist and moved forward instead of back. While his head brushed past the blade, he broke through Rong Yan's center line and appeared before him.

Jiang Shuo's burst of speed was unexpected. Rong Yan was greatly alarmed, realizing he had been caught off guard and his center line breached, likely leading to serious injury. He quickly circulated True Qi throughout his body. At this moment, Jiang Shuo, like thugs fighting, grabbed Rong Yan's waist, exposing the entire vulnerable area on his back.

Rong Yan was deeply surprised and couldn't help but freeze. He then understood, thinking contemptuously, So he's just an insignificant nobody, doesn't even know the most basic hand-to-hand combat. He must be afraid of death and just rushed over to hug me randomly. I worried for nothing.

Wasting a prime opportunity to attack, Rong Yan immediately judged Jiang Shuo's skill level. He raised his hand, twisted his wrist, and turned his long saber. The hard saber hilt was raised high. If this strike landed, it would undoubtedly break Jiang Shuo's spine and cripple him.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuo's palm pressed against Rong Yan's back.

Immediately, an immense suction force emanated from Jiang Shuo's palm. The True Qi Rong Yan used to protect his body collapsed upon contact, pouring out from his back in a continuous stream.

This was the first test of the Divine Skill. The bizarre suction force was unstoppable, coursing through Rong Yan's meridians and directly into his Dantian.

It was like a water bucket with a hole in the bottom; the True Qi within the Dantian was draining at an alarming rate.

"What... what is happening!" Rong Yan had never encountered anything so strange. He froze on the spot, forgetting to resist.

By the time he suddenly realized Jiang Shuo was behind this and tried to break free, the True Qi in his body was almost depleted, and he was powerless.

Rong Yan was now like an emptied husk. The saber hilt swung down, but it was limp and lacked any strength, failing to inflict any damage on Jiang Shuo.

His weakened True Qi could no longer suppress his blood circulation. Rong Yan felt his blood boiling, his internal organs churning, as if he were being burned to ashes.

As one weakened and the other strengthened, Jiang Shuo's power grew. Rong Yan tried to push Jiang Shuo away with brute force, but the latter didn't budge, like an ant trying to move a mountain or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. This made Rong Yan realize his own weakness.

In his dire situation, Rong Yan wanted to cry for help. As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Shuo, anticipating this, covered his mouth. Then, Jiang Shuo tripped him with his leg and pulled him in with his arm. Rong Yan lost his balance and fell forward, his head hitting the stone slab heavily. He immediately started bleeding from his head and lost consciousness moments later, having been accidentally smashed to death.

The blood flowing from the wound trickled over Rong Yan's wide-open eyes. He died with his eyes unclosed.

Regardless of the chase or the fight, Jiang Shuo was undoubtedly weaker than Rong Yan. Even with his bizarre technique, if Rong Yan had been prepared, he might not have fallen for it. To be killed when he had the advantage everywhere was indeed unfair.

Seeing Rong Yan's corpse, the disciples who had been pursuing them were stunned.

The entire process was a long torment for Rong Yan, but to outsiders, it happened in an instant.

When Rong Yan raised his saber, almost everyone believed Jiang Shuo would die from the blow. Then, in a flash, the situation dramatically reversed.

Everyone believed it was a sure thing that Rong Yan would kill Jiang Shuo. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late to intervene.

Someone had indeed died, but it was Rong Yan.

"What... what kind of dark magic is this?" Even Shen Biao, the most skilled among them, couldn't discern the mystery.

Jiang Shuo stood by the ancient well, his expressionless face and the corpse at his feet making him appear unfathomable.

For a moment, the Mad Saber Sect disciples exchanged glances, not daring to step forward.

Shen Biao, who remained, had a grim expression. If Jiang Shuo were truly skilled, he wouldn't have fled just now. As long as he doesn't discover that secret, I can definitely capture him.

"Attack together and chop him down!" Delay breeds change. Shen Biao ordered the encirclement, and four disciples rushed forward upon receiving the command.

Saber light flashed as the four disciples, filled with murderous intent, surrounded Jiang Shuo.

Seeing this, Jiang Shuo seemed to falter and jumped backward, leaping over the stone slab covering the ancient well, moving from the front to the back.

The Mad Saber Sect disciples thought Jiang Shuo was trying to escape, their confidence soaring. They leaped up simultaneously, pursuing him.

However, Jiang Shuo, having landed behind the well, did not flee. Instead, he bent down and placed his hands on the stone slab. While the enemies were still in mid-air, Jiang Shuo suddenly lifted the slab, revealing the deep well shaft, and then shouted loudly, "Senior Mo!"