Thunderlight Pavilion In the deep palace, Fan Yuan was sitting on a rosewood Taishi chair, with a cup of tea that had already cooled down in his hand.
He did not meditate tonight, nor did he read any books. He just sat there, looking at the night-soaked sky outside the window lattice, frowning slightly, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows were a bit darker than usual.
He didn't know why he felt uneasy.
This uneasiness comes for no reason, just like the undercurrent surging under the lake in winter. It cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.
He picked up the cup of herbal tea and took a sip. Tea had long since lost its taste. He just subconsciously wanted to use this action to dispel the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
He put down the tea cup, stood up, walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his hands, and glanced at the dark night outside.
The courtyard outside the temple was deserted. A few old pines were motionless in the night wind, and there were sparse insects chirping.
Everything is business as usual.
But that uneasiness, not only did not subside, but became even stronger.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han moved forward silently against the shadows on the outer walls of the palaces.
His figure blends into the shadow cast by the eaves. Every time he takes a step forward, he will pause for a moment in the next shadow.
He didn't make any movement, and even his heartbeat was slow and heavy.
Soon after, he approached the palace where Fan Yuan lived, and the straight-line distance from Fan Yuan was less than a hundred meters.
'Enough!'
A cold light flashed in Fang Hai's eyes.
This distance is enough.
At his current speed, with all his strength, the distance of 100 meters can only be covered in an instant.
Even if Fan Yuan was alert, it was too late to make any effective response.
He slowly put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and placed his fingertips against the cloth wrapped around the sword, feeling the cold touch of Silver-Gray Longsword under the cloth.
True Qi silently accumulates momentum in the meridians, holding it but not releasing it.
In the palace, Fan Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction of the palace door.
With a kind of instinctive alertness to danger that is unique to warriors.
He just vaguely felt a very slight movement, as if someone brushed against the edge of his perception, so light that he could almost ignore it.
He stood there, holding his breath and feeling carefully for a moment.
Nothing.
Outside the hall was still the empty courtyard, and the moonlight fell on the bluestone ground, giving it a cool sheen.
A few insects rustled in the corner of the wall, the sound was thin and regular.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, sat down on the Taishi chair again, picked up the cup of herbal tea and took another sip, unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup twice with his fingertips.
The strange feeling in his heart still lingered, but he could no longer tell where it came from.
Maybe something went wrong during my recent practice, or maybe I haven't slept well enough at night these past few days.
He put down the tea cup, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down the vague boredom by adjusting his breathing.
Outside the hall, Fang Han held his breath and stopped breathing.
He captured Fan Yuan's vigilance at that moment.
Fortunately, Fan Yuan was obviously not sure and quickly dropped his guard.
However, the longer the delay, the greater the possibility that the traces will be exposed, so we must take action as soon as possible.
He silently adjusted half a step in the shadow of the eaves corner, shifting his center of gravity from his back foot to his front foot.
Then, he moved.
"Whoosh!"
With his feet exerting force, <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> was pushed to the extreme by him at this moment.
The green-robed figure was like a bolt of dark lightning carried by the strong wind, smashing through the closed palace door and tearing apart a distance of a hundred meters in an instant.
The speed was so fast that even afterimages were not left behind, only the low sonic boom emitted by the rapid squeezing of the air exploded loudly in the silent night.
"Keng--"
Silver-Gray Longsword was unsheathed, and Dark Cyan's sword light suddenly bloomed in the night, like a bolt of lightning that tore the sky apart in the dark night.
The liquid True Qi in the body was poured into the sword body without reservation, Minor Success Stage's <Great Void Wind God Sword> was fully activated, and Wind Sword Intent condensed into substance.
Under the pressure of this Sword Intent, the air around the sword blade silently cracked into dark lines.
Like a broken mirror spreading in all directions.
Inside the palace.
Fan Yuan The uneasiness in his heart suddenly reached its peak at this moment.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and his deep-set eyes reflected a Dark Cyan sword light that was approaching at an incredible speed.
The sword light came so fast that he didn't even have time to think about who the sneak attacker was.
Almost instinctively, he suddenly jumped up from the Taishi chair and grabbed Thunderclap Saber by his side with his right hand as fast as he could in his life.
A dark purple sword glow hurriedly lit up on the blade, lying horizontally in front of him.
However, this move was too hasty.
He didn't even have time to activate 50% of the power.
"Dang--!!!"
The sword light collided with the blade, and an earth-shattering sound of gold and iron erupted.
The sound was no longer just the sound of metal colliding, but like a thunderbolt exploding within easy reach.
A terrifying shock wave visible to the naked eye, centered on the collision, spread crazily to the surroundings.
Wherever the shock wave passes, everything is shattered.
The bluestone slabs on the ground were lifted up by the shock wave and torn into pieces in the air, with the rubble shooting around like a torrential rain.
The masonry on the wall shattered like paper, turning into powder and flying all over the sky.
The tables, chairs, screens, lamp stands and other furnishings in the hall exploded into countless tiny wood chips and fragments the moment the shock wave hit them, and even their complete shapes were not retained.
Even the air made a sharp explosion sound under the pressure of the shock wave, as if even the space itself was trembling.
"Boom--!"
The roof of the entire hall could not withstand this terrifying force and made a deafening noise.
First, the tiles and beams on the roof were lifted up by the shock wave and flew into the sky.
After flying to an altitude of tens of feet, it fell down one after another, like a heavy rain of gravel and sawdust.
Immediately afterwards, the four walls of the hall exploded at the same time.
It didn't collapse, it exploded.
Countless rubbles shot out in all directions, punching holes in the surrounding courtyard walls.
It broke the trees in the distance and made deep pits on the ground.
This palace, which had stood for hundreds of years, was completely reduced to ruins just by the shock wave.
Smoke and dust rose into the sky, covering the sky and the moon, like a gray mushroom cloud rising in the Thunderlight Pavilion.
Fan Yuan felt an overwhelming and terrifying power coming from the blade. The power was far beyond the limit of his hasty block.
The jaws of both hands holding the knife broke apart at the same time, and blood splattered.
"Ding--"
Thunderclap Saber let out an overwhelmed cry, and was so shaken by the sword that it flew out of its hand.
It was rotated and nailed into the wall of another palace dozens of feet away.
The wall of the palace was penetrated by the blade, and a huge gap suddenly collapsed.
"Pfft--"
And his whole body felt as if he had been hit head-on by a flying rock mountain.
The protective shield Internal Qi on his chest shattered inch by inch the moment the sword light touched it, and the sword light Dark Cyan tore through his robe like tofu.
A ferocious sword mark was slashed diagonally on his chest extending from his right shoulder to his left rib.
Even the powerful body of a master cannot stop this sword.
The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing his dark purple robe a dark color.
His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit hard on a wall of another hall made of bluestone that was several feet thick.
The wall collapsed under the impact, debris and smoke flew everywhere, and a huge gap was knocked out of the entire wall.
But the momentum of his flight did not stop, and he broke an old locust tree in the hall.
The old locust tree was broken from the middle, and the upper half of the crown crashed to the ground, creating a large crater in the ground and sending up broken leaves and dust all over the sky.
He rolled several times in the mess, finally managed to stabilize his body, and struggled to stand up from the rubble and broken wood.
The sword wound on his chest was oozing blood, dripping to the ground along the hem of his robe, spreading a dark red.
He raised his head, and his deep-set eyes stared through the smoke and dust in the sky at the green-robed figure standing among the ruins.
When he saw the face of the visitor clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
'Fang Han?!'
Fan Yuan's face stained by smoke and blood was filled with incredible shock.
That sword just now was so powerful that it was terrifying.
Although it was a sneak attack, he only had time to block with 50% of his power, but Thunderclap Saber was able to kill him and leave such serious injuries on his body. This kind of power is definitely not something that ordinary masters can possess.
At least Grandmaster Mid-Stage.
Only three months.
Only three months had passed since the ambush a year ago.
Fang Han's combat power has completely surpassed him.
"You..."
Fan Yuan Suppressed the surging blood, a look of confusion and anger appeared on the blood-stained face, and his voice was hoarse and urgent.
"Your Excellency, I, Thunderlight Pavilion, have no enmity with you. Why did you sneak into my Thunderlight Pavilion and attack me?!"
Fang Han stood with a sword in hand, standing on the collapsed ruins, his green robe rustling in the strong wind that had not yet dispersed.
He looked at Fan Yuan's forced and dazed face, with a trace of faint sarcasm floating on the corner of his mouth.
"No injustice or hatred?"
His voice was not high, but it carried a cold sarcasm.
"Fan Yuan, do you think no one will recognize you if you wear a Human Skin Mask?"
Fan Yuan's pupils shrank almost imperceptibly, and his face that pretended to be blank froze slightly.
Fang Han raised the tip of the sword slightly, his eyes fell on Fan Yuan, his voice was as calm as water, but every word was like a knife.
"Faces can be disguised, skills can be disguised, but soul aura cannot deceive others."
"The old master who ambushed me on the way back to Liangshui City years ago has the same soul aura as yours."
Fan Yuan The forced confusion and anger on that blood-stained face finally shattered completely.
He knew that there was no point in pretending anymore.
Fang Han can actually sense the breath of the soul, no wonder he is so determined to come to the door.
He slowly straightened up, and in those deep-set eyes, the last trace of disguise completely faded away, replaced by a cold gloom and determination.
Now that it has been exposed, the only option is to fight to the death.
His right hand quietly reached for the trump card hidden in the underwear around his waist.
With the strength shown by Fang Han, if you want to turn defeat into victory, you can only use your trump card.