Rain fell slowly, drop by drop striking the ground and splashing up sheets of water.
Then, abruptly, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Dark clouds still pressed overhead, leaving everyone oppressed.
The Xuanming Sect members present eyed them hungrily, while the Celestial Master Mansion disciples stood sworn to defend the gate. Libationer Zhenren Xu Huan, who had left, had returned and stood at the rear.
She had been poisoned by Corpse Poison and could no longer use her inner power. Otherwise, the poison would recoil upon her, and she would certainly die.
Otherwise, with her Small Heavenly Realm strength, she could have offered Wang Shu considerable assistance.
"Come at me together!"
Wang Shu stood at the very front, alone with his sword. Because of 001's mission, he had to be this high-profile and reckless!
"Hahaha, brat, say that again!"
A shrill voice, as piercing as a night owl's cry, echoed through the air. The Nether Emperor, Zhu Yougui, screeched loudly, and his pale, sinister face sent chills down everyone's spine.
"I said, come at me together!"
"Looks like the master of this Xuanming Sect is not only ugly, but deaf as well." Wang Shu's expression turned cold as he spoke without courtesy.
The people opposite him were all butchers who treated human lives like grass. Why waste words on them? Those who needed killing still had to be killed!
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Black and White Impermanence shouted sharply from the rear. Though they were merely at the Small Star Rank, they did not fear Wang Shu, who was at the Great Star Rank, very much.
The Great Star Rank was not the Great Heavenly Realm. Over the years, groups of experts had died at the hands of the brother and sister.
Now that Zhang Xuanling had fled in defeat, this was the perfect chance for the two of them to earn merit.
Since the Ghost King did not care whether the brother and sister lived or died, they would curry favor with the Nether Emperor instead.
With Zhu Youwen's brute of a mind, he definitely could not understand the intentions of the two siblings.
Seeing this, the Nether Emperor Zhu Yougui tugged up the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile.
"Die!"
The brother and sister, Black and White Impermanence, moved in perfect coordination, their minds united as they transformed into one black and one white shadow rushing forward.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Wang Shu's handsome young face.
"Perfect. I'll use the two of you to consecrate my sword!"
The two minor monsters were not worth wasting his data on, not even a single megabyte.
Three years ago, he could thrash Black and White Impermanence with a fragile tree branch. Three years later, his martial arts had advanced further, and he now held the Celestial Master Token, Purple Firmament. With such a divine weapon in hand, he was like a tiger given wings.
"They say Impermanence cannot die. Today, I'll make you dead!"
Wang Shu flicked his wrist, tracing a flourish with his sword. His right hand gripped the hilt of the Purple Firmament Sword before his chest, while the index and middle fingers of his left hand slid lightly across the smooth blade patterned with veins.
His long robe snapped loudly in the wind. His gaze was incomparably sharp, and the piercing Sword Qi made people's eyes ache.
"That opening stance!"
Black Impermanence Chang Haoling and White Impermanence Chang Xuanling exchanged a glance in midair. Both showed horror and cried out.
"It's that child from three years ago!"
They finally remembered. No wonder Wang Shu had looked familiar—he was that child!
But it was already too late. Wang Shu's figure vanished from where he stood, leaving countless afterimages, as though he was everywhere and nowhere at once.
It was the same move as three years ago, but far more terrifying than it had been then!
With the crisis of death upon them, the brother and sister's hair stood on end, cold sweat pouring down their bodies. They wanted to defend themselves, but had nowhere to begin.
"Save—"
Before the word "me" could leave their mouths, Wang Shu's figure suddenly appeared. He swung his sword, and countless sword shadows flashed forth!
"Ah!"
Black and White Impermanence let out miserable screams, like resentful ghosts howling in the underworld. In an instant, countless bone-deep sword wounds appeared across their bodies.
Scarlet blood sprayed everywhere, and in moments they had become blood-soaked figures. Blades coming from everywhere cut into their bodies, bringing the sensation of being sliced apart alive as chunks of flesh flew away from them.
Only three years had passed, yet this child's martial arts had become so terrifying!
Black and White Impermanence were unwilling to accept it. They hated the injustice of the heavens!
The brother and sister had struggled and clawed their way through life for years, yet they could not compare to a half-grown child's three years of training!
Even though the flesh-deep pain across their bodies made them wish they were dead, neither of them entertained the thought of simply dying to end it all!
They valued life more than anyone. They believed that one day, they would stand above those great figures who currently seemed beyond their reach!
But this time was different. Although Wang Shu had not slit their throats with a single strike, he also understood that delay invited change!
Suddenly, his sword point turned, brimming with killing intent!
Black and White Impermanence felt a life-or-death crisis. It was a fatal threat!
That child had already developed the intent to kill them! How could they resist?
"Sever!"
A point of cold light and a streak of silvery-white sword radiance flashed before everyone's eyes!
For Black and White Impermanence in particular, that gleam of sword light, enough to cut them in half at the waist, drew ever closer in their pupils!
Boom!
Just as they were about to become dead Impermanence, the Ghost King Zhu Youwen, who had not moved until now, widened his crimson eyes. He crossed ten meters in a single step and blocked Black and White Impermanence. His huge black palm struck out, instantly scattering the Sword Qi that had been fatal to them.
"Th-thank you... Master!"
Having survived the disaster, Black and White Impermanence felt as if their souls had nearly fled their bodies, their mouths dry as they hastily dropped to their knees.
"Hmph, trash!"
The Ghost King's face was vicious. Looking at Black and White Impermanence, who had already become blood-soaked figures, he showed no mercy and kicked each of them away as though kicking garbage.
Afterward, the Ghost King no longer looked at Black and White Impermanence, instead fixing his gaze upon the young man before him.
Behind him, Black and White Impermanence rolled some distance across the ground before stabilizing themselves. With their heads lowered, they stared fiercely at that figure, boundless resentment concealed in their hearts.
"Young man, your swordsmanship is not bad. Unfortunately, your realm is too low. If you lower your head, kneel, and admit your mistake, this King may spare your life," the Ghost King said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back.
"If I were your age, I could crush you with one finger!" Wang Shu flicked his sword, shaking the blood from its blade.
At those words, the Ghost King's tiger-like eyes widened as he said grimly, "You don't know what's good for you!"
Behind him, Black and White Impermanence, their faces miserable, said to Meng Po:
"Reporting to Meng Po, this youth is the child who appeared beside Yang Shuzi in Yu Prefecture City three years ago. Since he is Yang Shuzi's disciple, he must know the whereabouts of the Longquan Sword."
"It was him!" Meng Po's expression changed.
Naturally, the Nether Emperor heard Black and White Impermanence's words. He slowly stepped forward with a sinister smile.
"Who would have thought that we would find him without any effort? Our Xuanming Sect was just looking for you, yet you delivered yourselves right to our door."
"The Longquan Sword!"
The Ghost King muttered to himself, his eyes lighting up.
Rumor had it that the Longquan Sword contained the Tang treasure. Some said it held priceless treasures and military supplies enough to restore the Li family.
Others said the Longquan Treasure was an unparalleled divine art. Whoever obtained it could command the world alone and dominate the realm.
Zhu Youwen did not care about gold and silver, but he could not yield martial arts manuals, becoming number one under heaven, or dominating the world.
This young man knew the whereabouts of the Longquan Sword, so no matter what, he had to obtain him.
The situation in the arena changed. Compared to the Celestial Master Mansion, the Longquan Treasure now seemed far more tempting.
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