Silencing Witnesses

The lean old Daoist stood atop a massive green lotus leaf, looking down at Shen Luo with a scornful snort.

"Hmph, petty tricks."

With a sharp flick of his sleeve, two green whirlwinds surged out and collided with the two spiraling water blades.

Two explosive booms rang out. Green light burst in midair, and the two water blades shattered along with it.

Shen Luo frowned deeply at the sight. He understood the gap between himself and the old Daoist, and the thought of retreating arose in his mind.

The lean old Daoist narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly swept out his hand. A streak of golden radiance shot from his billowing sleeve, transforming into a long golden rope in midair that lashed down toward Shen Luo.

Moonlit afterimages flickered beneath Shen Luo's feet as he retreated at high speed. At the same time, he waved his hand, and a fierce wind erupted from his sleeve as a serpentine longsword shot toward the old Daoist.

Blue light suddenly flared from the blade, and it roamed through the sky like a blue serpent. Within moments, it had closed in on the old Daoist.

"With such meager skill, you dare come here alone to die?" The old Daoist's mockery deepened as the flying sword approached. He raised a hand and fiercely struck forward.

Light pulsed from his palm, and a massive handprint of green light appeared out of thin air, directly blocking Shen Luo's flying sword.

As Shen Luo evaded the golden rope's pursuit, he drove the longsword onward. Yet it was as though a wall of green light had solidified in the void before the sword tip. No matter how he urged his Magic Power, he could not advance a single inch.

At that moment, Shen Luo suddenly grinned. He swept his