Compared with the reckless slaughter on Niu Ben's side...
The atmosphere here was rather eerie.
The black-robed man did not attack immediately.
Instead, the eyes hidden beneath his hood watched with keen interest as the boy scrambled to maintain his sword formation.
"The Tai'a Lineage... Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven?"
His hoarse voice drifted out slowly.
Wang Ziyu inwardly groaned.
Niu Ben, you idiot.
I told you to watch my back.
Yet two sentences were all it took to goad you out of your mind, and you charged in recklessly to fight to the death.
What damned good did charging in do?
Could you even beat him?
With no one to shield him now, the unfinished killing formation had become his greatest burden.
Yet he showed not a trace of panic, merely saying coldly, "Since you know my origins, why have you not withdrawn at once? If you lay a hand on me today, no matter where you hide, my master will find you and strip your tendons and skin... Incidentally, my master is Wu Shisan. Wu Shisan, invincible beneath heaven."
His words were half true and half false.
As one of the twenty-five orthodox traditions, the Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven naturally would not ignore the death of a disciple.
Especially a direct disciple.
But only if...
Word could reach the Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven.
Now that the enemy knew his background, they would naturally prevent him from sending a message...
As though confirming his thoughts...
The black-robed man chuckled softly and swept his sleeve, instantly enveloping their surroundings in vast swathes of mist.
"See... That takes care of it, doesn't it?"
Before his words had faded...
The black-robed man's sleeves billowed again.
Rolling black vapor erupted from them, swelling as it met the wind.
In mere moments...
It became a pitch-black python hundreds