Chapter 493 (1/2)

Lin ZhongYu could now see the white haired man in the plaza. His sight was drawn to the sword at his waist. As familiar with swords as he was, he actually couldn’t tell what material it was made from.

The white haired woman walked out of the sword pavilion. In her hand was a black sword. She looked at Lin Le, who looked to be made from the exact same mold as his father, and calmly said, “Give up. I can pardon you in place of the master, but ZhongYue’s son has to stay behind.”

“Give up. I can let you live but that guy up there has to tie himself up and let Lele punish him.” Ye Cang replied calmly.

The white haired woman froze. She couldn’t stop a smile from forming on her lips. Her swan-white hair seemed to dance and the sword-mark between her brows seemed to ripple for a moment. “Sir sure is…”

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Cang’s sword had already arrived. The white haired woman was alarmed. So fast! She moved to block with her sword but realised that there was no way she would make it in time. She could only watch as the sword instantly stabbed through her chest. The sword-light it created actually shot off into the distance. She watched as only now did the sonic boom catch up to the sword in his hand. The ground seemed to rippled and space broke apart from the vibrations. Her brows furrowed. What kind of sword art was that? His sword skills showed no signs of any style. The previous move was only the most common and most basic thrust but it was mind-numbingly fast. She looked at Ye Cang’s hand, still at the hilt of his sword, as if he had never acted at all. Truth be told, the sword just now, even she could only sense but not see it.

Ye Cang turned towards the white haired woman and smiled, “Nice dodge…”

At this time, the blue veins on Ye Cang’s sword wielding hand bulged out. Facing the top of the Sword Pavilion, he unleashed a thrust. However, to the observers, it appeared as if nothing had happened at all. Suddenly, there was another sonic boom, then a violent spiral force shot out, creating a fierce gale as it flew towards the top floor. An elder in the sky swung his sword to receive it, creating a giant moon-shaped sword-light. Instantly, the sword, along with the swordlight, were crushed by the spiral energy. The top floor also had an additional hole. If the elder was any slower at retreating, he would have found it hard to escape the same fate.

The white haired woman materialized her sword mark and with a wave of her hand, her black sword transformed into a thousand swords. Feeling a chill at her throat, she suddenly found a calmly smiling Ye Cang with his face right up against hers and his sword at her throat. Only now did she feel that bone-chilling coldness.

“I’m not here to kill, so… I hope you can calm down, alright…?” Ye Cang smiled, then turned to walk away. The hand in his pocket, unbeknownst to when, was now holding onto a slender arm. When the white haired woman saw the arm, she suddenly turned to find hers missing. When had he torn it off!? Right now, blood was spilling out of it. She kneeled and hit some pressure points with her left hand to stop the bleeding. Ye Cang tossed her arm back to her.

The white haired woman looked at Ye Cang’s calm smile and felt a chill in her heart. This person… Wait… He looks just like Adam. Could it be…

“You’re an artificial human?”

Ye Cang didn’t respond. He nodded, but then shook his head.

Lin Le righteously opened up a banner, “Give back daddy! You damn bad guys!”

Zhang ZhengXiong helped hold it up. The people here are too abnormal. My bro is even more of a freak.

The white haired woman retrieved her hand. She asked him after drinking some medicine, “What is the sword to you?”

“A tool.” Ye Cang said indifferently. He looked at the elder flying over from the distance and frowned. The hand holding his bag suddenly moved to his sheath.

Lin ZhongYu was frightened when Ye Cang instantly defeated third elder, but seeing the honored great elder coming, his heart relaxed. He respectfully bowed to the long eyebrowed, white clothed elder. “Great Elder.”

The great elder paid no attention to him. He looked at the white haired woman holding her right arm. “SongYin was defeated? Interesting.”