Chapter 47 - Are You Kidding Me? (2/2)
Mentor Wen waved his hand
The ten swords pointed up and at the sturdy figure The swords took flight
As they flew, each sword vibrated and split into tens and hundreds of sword es
The tall and sturdy man wore a somber expression
One man could not take down hundreds of swords
This was the sword intent realm of a peaked fourth-class sword master
The man did not retreat Instead, he lifted his heavy sword as if it weighed nothing and engaged in a dance with the hundreds of swords coht was akin to a swar one’s way
TheSword Style
Booy ran raale swept across the courtyard
The tall and sturdy rip on his sword Blood stained the web between his thuer He took one step back, and then another Aardly, he retreated from Chunmei Courtyard The brick floor shattered with every step he took and murky puddles splashed everywhere
Mentor Wen waved his hand
Swords gathered and shot toward the tall and sturdy man The man was ultimately drenched as he endured the cuts and hits Blood flowed freely
Thelynched
The tall and sturdy ritted his teeth A lared at Mentor Wen A paper talisman appeared in the man’s hand
The man tore the talisure, a ht sky of Luojiang City was cleaved apart by an enor sword intent oozed froe
Mentor Wen’s eyes narrowed and said in displeasure, “Donglu’s God of Blades’s blade energy? That’s excessive”
As soon as he said that, the giant blade e splintered the rain
One hand on the uestured with his free hand
The vast amount of swords stopped in their tracks They flew back to Mentor Wen The swords clanged as they for their wielder
Conk!
The sword e struck the shi+eld
A circular wave spread out from the epicenter of the attack
Chuny wave rippled out and cracks began to form on the pillars of the pavilion
Within the pavilion, Old Fang held the screaht and patted her perfumed shoulders
The shi+eld spun and withstood the swordpressure Meanwhile, Mentor Wen h the water puddles, u Mentor Wen’sinto action Through the winds and rain, he lunged for Fang Lang as leaning on his sword
Large hands grabbed Fang Lang as the sword intent overwhel Lang could overcoe and the rain was his shackles
The tall and sturdy man did not want to suffer for Lin Yun’s death He wanted to use Fang Lang as his whipping boy ould take the God of Blades and the third prince’s rage in his stead
The ’s expression shi+fted As if sensing so, he raised his head to the sky
A howl echoed fro from the mountains, a bloodthirsty aura dropped froy dissipated the rainwater
The ground trembled as if there was an earthquake
A silhouette blocked Fang Lang
The person’s appearance made the tall and sturdy man’s pupils constrict He stuttered, “Zhao… Zhao Wuji!”
It was evident Fang Lang had deep connections with the Jiang faround This was not the sa remembered—the Zhao Wuji he kneas a simpleton
This Zhao Wuji had razor-sharp eyes, an iy
He punched the air and an energy wave exploded froure was struck by the wave and blood dripped froround as if it was a grenade
Poor ht
The man laid dejectedly in his own blood He tore the final paper talisht and bounced away at lightning speed The man bounded for the exit and promptly left Chunmei Courtyard
Zhao Wuji was a man built like a mountain He looked around and was dumbfounded Then, a coetically, “The young lady orried about you so she sent y, fair colanced at Lin Yun’s corpse Unperturbed, Zhao Wuji vanished from the courtyard, hot on the heels of the tall and sturdy figure
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TheCity was desolate as the heavy rain scrubbed the city clean
A horse carriage trotted casually At the top of the carriage was a ringing bronze bell
The sound of the bell was louder than the hoofbeats, the carriage wheels and the rain
Ragged breathing and sto the peace
It was the sturdy man as heavily injured by Zhao Wuji’s punch He had used a spell talisman to escape Chunmei Courtyard
As he ran in the rain, blood spilled from his mouth
Suddenly, his footsteps halted His body froze
The rain and the ere silent
The horse carriage stopped ten ure