Just as the dwarf was gloating and Han Li was scheming, two more figures leaped out from the Seven Mysteries Sect’s side. Without a word, they charged toward the dwarf like lightning—the remaining two martial uncles of Wang Juechu.
Their faces were filled with grief, clearly devastated by the burly man’s death. Consumed by hatred for the Golden Light Venerable, they ignored the fact that he was a so-called “sword immortal” and were determined to kill him to avenge their fallen comrade.
Sect Leader Wang initially wanted to stop their reckless actions, but upon second thought, he realized they would have to confront the dwarf eventually. These two martial uncles were the only ones who stood a chance against him. Rather than stopping them now, it was better to let them fight while fueled by their desire for revenge.
With this in mind, Wang Juechu swallowed the words he was about to shout to call them back.
Having learned his lesson earlier, the Golden Light Venerable did not underestimate his opponents this time. He pointed at the two men, and the gray light shot toward them like a rainbow.
The scholar among the two raised an eyebrow and flicked his sleeve, sending a thin silver thread shooting out to meet the gray light. The gray light paused for a moment but continued forward unimpeded, indicating the silver thread had little effect.
While others couldn’t see what the silver thread was, Han Li, with his enhanced vision from the Evergreen Art, saw it clearly: dozens of silver needles connected in a straight line. He was fascinated by how the scholar could launch such lightweight needles with such force.
Unfazed by the failure of his silver needles, the scholar bent forward and began spinning like a top. From his whirling figure, countless cold glints of varying sizes shot out in two directions. One stream collided with the gray light, producing a series of sharp clashes and holding it mid-air. The other stream flew toward the dwarf, striking the golden shield with a spectacular clatter.
The cold glints clashing with the gray light continuously shed fragments, now unrecognizable. Those rebounding from the golden shield remained intact—throwing knives, bodhi seeds, iron lotus seeds, coin darts, and various other hidden weapons, some of which were unidentifiable.
The Golden Light Venerable was momentarily surprised but then smirked. He doubted these ordinary weapons could hold off his treasure for long.
A thunderous shout, like a spring clap, echoed across the field, startling everyone.
It was then that people noticed the gray-clad man who had charged out with the scholar had drawn the sword from his back and was advancing step by step toward the gray light. The tip of his sword emitted a white glow over two inches long, flickering and radiating a chilling aura.
“Sword Aura!” someone exclaimed, naming the legendary technique that all swordsmen dreamed of mastering.
The crowd erupted in excitement!
If flying swords were a myth, then Sword Aura was a legend, the ultimate aspiration for all swordsmen.
Now, not only had both a flying sword and Sword Aura appeared, but they were also about to clash. How could anyone not feel their blood boiling, as if their lives had been worth living just to witness this?
Jia Tianlong, however, felt a chill instead of excitement. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he realized the meaning of hindsight and regret.
He had known the Seven Mysteries Sect had three top experts but never imagined one could wield Sword Aura. Without the Golden Light Venerable, this gray-clad man alone could have slaughtered everyone on his side.
As Jia Tianlong paled in fear, the gray-clad man reached the spot beneath the gray light.
Whether intentionally or because he had run out of hidden weapons, the scholar suddenly stopped spinning. The silver stream holding back the gray light vanished, and without resistance, the gray light descended mercilessly toward the gray-clad man.
The gray-clad man leaped into the air, gripping his sword with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the gray light.
With a clear clang, he fell to the ground, stumbling backward several steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood. His expression turned weary, and the tip of his sword, about three inches long, had shattered into fragments.
The gray light, struck by the blow, fell to the ground like a shot bird. Yet, it still glowed and twitched, full of spirit.
Both sides gasped in shock—the Seven Mysteries Sect with joy, Jia Tianlong’s side with worry.
The scholar was overjoyed. He glanced at the weakened gray-clad man and then at the dwarf. After a moment’s hesitation, he floated toward the dwarf, intending to eliminate the greater threat first.
Before he could take more than a few steps, the gray-clad man shouted from behind, “Dodge!”
The scholar was startled and tried to react, but a cold sensation brushed his neck. The gray light flew past his eyes, and he saw a headless body run forward a few steps before collapsing. The figure looked familiar. Before he could process the thought, he lost consciousness forever.
The Golden Light Venerable was now brimming with arrogance. He directed the gray light, which had leaped up from the ground again, toward the last surviving expert of the trio. He was pleased with himself for outsmarting the scholar.
As he contemplated slaughtering the rest of the Seven Mysteries Sect after finishing off the gray-clad man, he heard a voice from the crowd: “I quite like this flying thing of yours. How about giving it to me to play with?”
Before he could react, he felt a powerful spiritual force attach to the gray light, severing his connection to it and seizing control.
The gray light, originally flying toward the gray-clad man, veered erratically and flew toward the opposite crowd.
People panicked and scattered, except for an ordinary-looking youth of about seventeen or eighteen, who stood still. The youth smiled at the Golden Light Venerable, revealing strikingly white teeth against his dark skin. He pointed at the gray light, and it obediently landed in his hand.
“An immortal cultivator!” The dwarf’s heart turned cold, and his face paled instantly.
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