From the scene, the man in the midst of his frenzied assault appeared to hold an absolute advantage. Yet, unbeknownst to anyone, this seemingly formidable figure was inwardly groaning in distress.
Although every punch he threw caused the golden light to dent and made the entire golden shield tremble—as if breaking through this layer of defense was only a matter of time—no one knew that each time his hands or feet struck the golden light, they were met with a resilient反弹 force. The harder he hit, the stronger the反弹 became. His hands and feet were already in excruciating pain; he estimated they would swell up immediately once he stopped channeling his energy.
Moreover, the golden light was incredibly tenacious. The dents he created would instantly revert to their original form as soon as he withdrew his strikes, as if they had never been struck. Even when he continuously attacked the same spot, it only maintained the dent without penetrating further.
Thus, the burly man’s assault continued for quite some time, with the golden shield still trembling precariously, seemingly on the verge of shattering at any moment.
But by now, everyone’s perception had done a complete 180-degree turn. They all understood that this man could not break through the protective shield. His immense strength could, at most, cause it to shake but could never completely destroy it.
Consequently, not only did Jia Tianlong give up the idea of sending more men forward, but even the dwarf himself grew calmer. However, due to his earlier embarrassment, the expression on Golden Light Venerable’s face showed signs of shame and anger, and his gaze toward the man turned even more venomous. Yet, as he was continuously under attack and unable to steady himself, his spellcasting kept faltering during this time. Eventually, he索性 stopped forming hand seals and instead fixed his eyes intently on his opponent, muttering curses in a dialect unintelligible to others in a low voice.
The man appeared completely unaware of all this, still frantically attacking the golden shield. Everyone assumed he wouldn’t stop until he was completely exhausted.
*Bang! Thump! Boom!* After exerting his full strength with two fierce punches and a powerful kick, the man suddenly turned and sprinted away. Despite his massive build, his speed was surprisingly swift.
His actions startled the onlookers, followed by an uproar.
Golden Light Venerable was also taken aback but quickly flew into a rage. He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, placed the black box horizontally on his lap, and began chanting incantations. His fingers, positioned in a strange gesture at his chest, trembled with effort. The strain was evident, as if each finger were bearing a weight of a thousand pounds.
By now, the man was only a few steps away from the Seven Mysteries Sect’s formation, almost reaching the safety of the crowd. Suddenly, a loud shout of “Rise!” echoed from behind him. He then noticed the drastic change in the expressions of Wang Juechu and others opposite him, who almost simultaneously yelled, “Watch out!”
Startled, the man hastily leaped to his left while turning to look.
A gray streak of light, swift as lightning, brushed past where he had just been standing.
The man felt a chill but soon relaxed, thinking that since he had dodged this hidden weapon, he could now reunite with his two fellow disciples and rest easy.
Before he could finish this thought, a sharp pain shot through his right arm. He instinctively looked down, but before he could see clearly, another wave of exclamations arose, including the anxious voices of his two senior brothers.
The man was momentarily bewildered. Just then, a gleam of light flashed before his eyes—a gray streak pierced through his chest, its shape identical to the hidden weapon he had just dodged.
Shocked and enraged, he tried to speak, but his body collapsed with a *thud* onto the ground. Only then did he realize that his right arm had been severed cleanly at the shoulder, blood gushing out relentlessly.
“What happened?” filled with confusion and unwillingness, the man’s vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.
Until his dying moment, the man never understood what had transpired. But the onlookers from the Wild Wolf Gang and the Seven Mysteries Sect saw everything clearly.
They witnessed the dwarf finish his incantations and hand seals with a shout of “Rise!”, upon which a gray streak of light flew out of the black box, circled above the dwarf’s head, and then shot toward the man following the direction of his finger.
Although the man cleverly leaned aside and avoided a fatal chest strike, the gray light brushed past his shoulder, and his arm silently slid off. It seemed the gray light was so sharp that the man hadn’t even noticed his arm being severed.
What followed shocked everyone even more. After being dodged, the gray streak, guided by the dwarf’s finger movements, made a sharp turn a few meters past the man and charged back toward him, effortlessly ending his life while he was completely off guard.
Everyone was stunned speechless by this spectacle, their eyes unanimously fixed on the gray light that had returned to circle above the dwarf’s head.
The term “flying sword” involuntarily surfaced in the minds of most present. Though unaware of the existence of cultivators, they had heard numerous legends about flying swords from tales and folklore.
This gray streak bore an uncanny resemblance to the flying swords wielded by legendary sword immortals—it was almost identical.
Could this unassuming dwarf actually be a legendary sword immortal? Most people now regarded Golden Light Venerable with awe and reverence. After all, the title of “sword immortal” was enough to intimidate many mortals.
Golden Light Venerable now stood tall and proud, acting invincible as he ostentatiously manipulated the gray light, making it soar and dance above his head like a massive gray serpent. The Wild Wolf Gang side erupted in amazement, while the Seven Mysteries Sect fell into a dead silence, their morale shattered.
If Jia Tianlong’s side was buoyed by the support of a sword immortal, the Seven Mysteries Sect was thrown into disarray by this unexpected turn, their fighting spirit crumbling. However, Han Li was the only one present whose heart surged with excitement at the sight of the gray light.
He realized that the incantations and hand gestures Golden Light Venerable used to control the gray light were identical to the “Object Control Technique” he had learned. Though uncertain if the gray light was indeed a flying sword, he was absolutely sure that the Object Control Technique was being used to manipulate it.
Now, Han Li’s mind was filled with thoughts of killing and seizing treasures. It seemed his interest in cultivators was growing stronger by the minute.
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