Chapter 562 – At a Glance, Cold Snow Descends (1/2)

Chapter 562 - At a Glance, Cold Snow Descends

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Chen Changsheng did not notice that the sky had suddenly turned dark.

Because he was currently in a state of shock.

Liu Qing was the third-ranked assassin in the world and he had been taught in swordplay by Su Li. His talent was incredibly high, his cultivation incredibly deep. Crucially, his will was tenaciously firm. Back in Xunyang City, he even dared to assassinate Zhu Luo, dared to stab at him with the sword. Why was it now that he was on the verge of death, yet still did not dare attack this middle-aged scholar?

Could it be that this middle-aged scholar was more powerful than Zhu Luo, more terrifying?

Zhu Luo was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions. Those on the continent stronger than him could be counted with two hands.

Was the middle-aged scholar Bie Yanghong? Nan Tie? Or perhaps he was the Elder of Heavenly Secrets?

No, this middle-aged scholar bore no similarity to any one of the Eight Storms.

”Could it be His Majesty the White Emperor?” Tang Thirty-Six said with an ugly expression.

In truth, there was no need to carefully think. The true answer was already obvious, it was just that nobody in these mountains could have expected it. There was simply no reason for such a powerful figure to appear at Mount Han, to appear here, to appear on this side.

By the stream, there were a few more people besides Liu Qing—Xiao De and ten-odd demi-human experts that seemed to be his subordinates.

The ten-odd demi-human experts were scattered on the grass by the stream, but Xiao De stood within the stream itself.

This demi-human expert who used his irritable appearance to conceal his inward arrogance, whose calm and composure exceeded the imagination, who was absolutely a realist, finally shed all his pretense when staring at the back of the middle-aged scholar before him. Vigilance and wariness were written all over his pale face, and his pupils glowing with tawny light reflected naught but despair.

His body bore a sword slash. Liu Qing, who had inflicted this wound upon him, was seeping blood from the corner of his eyes under the august pressure exerted by the middle-aged scholar, unable to even attack with his sword. Xiao De was keenly aware of just how vast and enormous the gap was between him and the middle-aged scholar, thus his despair.

But despair did not mean surrender. His body was being shrouded by an increasingly fierce will to fight.

He was truly worthy of being a true expert ranked fifth on the Proclamation of Liberation. On the mountain path, he had given a performance far inferior to his reputation, but now when confronted by the true shadow of death, when he faced off against this darkness that enveloped all of Mount Han, he displayed his fearless determination.

Xiao De's gaze rested on Liu Qing's right hand.

Liu Qing's hand held a sword and was shuddering and shaking as if lacking any strength.

Xiao De was waiting for an opportunity.

He knew that only by joining hands with this blue-clothed expert of the sword that had injured him could there be the slightest hope of seizing a nearly impossible chance to survive in front of this middle-aged scholar. This blue-clothed man was even less willing to give up. No matter how fiercely his hand holding the sword shuddered, there would come a point at which it would descend with smoothness and stability.

Regretfully, the middle-aged scholar did not give them such a chance.

Just as Liu Qing's hand gradually became steady and Xiao De's breathing gradually grew stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.

A moment before, the middle-aged scholar was holding his hands behind his back as he gazed at the lantern-like persimmons, like an official that had retired to his hometown.

In the next moment, the middle-aged scholar turned to them, his expression calm, returning to his identity as a peerless expert.

This middle-aged scholar's appearance was very difficult to describe with words, because even for two peak Star Condensation experts like Liu Qing and Xiao De, it felt like his face was shrouded in a faint layer of darkness, making it impossible to see clearly. As for Chen Changsheng and the others on the mountain path, they were utterly incapable of seeing this man's face.

They could only see that on this middle-aged man's face…was the world.