Chapter 567
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Su Zimo did not recognize the black-robed swordsman.
Neither did he understand why this person wanted to help him.
However, he had once sensed an extremely dangerous aura from the black-robed swordsman!
Just Now, that sword strike had confirmed that feeling.
That sword strike was way too fast.
Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect's paragon did not even have the chance to release Jin Dan's phenomenon before dying on the spot!
"Where did this lunatic come from?!"
"Humph! If he's the helper of that beast from Divine Phoenix Island, he might be a beast as well! Everyone has the right to kill him! "
Some cultivators were blind and saw that the black-robed swordsman did not have an identity badge on his waist. They thought that he was an itinerant cultivator who had appeared out of nowhere and hollered.
At the sight of Su Zimo's imminent death and the appearance of many treasures, all the paragons were envious – there was no way they would let the matter rest just like that.
"Everyone, let's attack together! What can this person do?!"
A cultivator called out and attacked first.
With the first person attacking, there was a second.
More and more cultivators stood out.
Instantly, spirit energy surged and sword beams streaked through the void in a bedazzling manner, piercing towards the black-robed swordsman on the battlefield like thousands of arrows!
The black-robed swordsman's right hand seemed to move slowly as it landed on the pitch-black sword hilt on his left.
The moment the black-robed swordsman's right hand gripped the sword hilt, his aura changed abruptly!
His originally unfocused gaze suddenly focused, like two sharp swords that were showing off their sharpness.
The cultivators who attacked exchanged glances with those two gazes and shuddered.
A few cultivators shrieked tragically and closed their eyes hurriedly.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Two streams of blood flowed out of the eyes of those cultivators in a horrifying manner!
Just by looking at each other, their eyes were already blinded!
"What strong eyesight!"
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat.
He cultivated the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness and had already unlocked two eye orifices, cultivating a pair of demon eyes with strong eyesight.
Even the Buddhist Vajra Temple's Enraged Gaze and the Devil's Pure Maiden Sect's Bewitching Eyes could not shake his mind.
However, Su Zimo's demonic eyes were still unable to unleash such a terrifying killing power with just a pair of eyes.
Su Zimo thought to himself, "I really don't know how this person cultivated, to actually cultivate such a pair of terrifying sword eyes."
The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were always empty and unfocused, looking listless.
But the moment he held the sword, no one could ignore the killing intent on his body and the sharpness in his eyes!
Weng!
A sword chime resounded through the heavens and earth.
The dazzling sword light from before reappeared, dazzling and dazzling.
Ding ding dang dang!
The sound of metal clashing could be heard.
The numerous flying swords piercing through the air were all broken.
The sword light suddenly disappeared.
The cultivators who attacked fell from the sky one after another. None of them were spared!
When he fell to the ground, he was already a corpse!
Although they were prepared, not many of the paragons of the North Region present could see the black-clothed swordsman's attack clearly.
By the time the paragons reacted, the sword had already returned to its scabbard.
The black-clothed swordsman's right hand returned to his side and drooped naturally, as though Just Now, he had not attacked at all.
Right from the beginning, the black-clothed swordsman was expressionless.
It was as though the deaths of more than ten Perfected Jin Dan could not stir his emotions, not even the slightest bit.
It was a deathly silence!
Nobody expected that after the monster incarnate of Divine Phoenix Island, Xi Wuya and the others, there would be another terrifying cultivator who had yet to make a move!
Who could defend against such a terrifying existence?
"Dugu Jian, you're crazy!"
Taba Feng hollered with widened eyes.
Dugu Jian!
When he heard that name, Su Zimo was enlightened.
In the North Region, there were not many cultivators with that surname.
The most famous of them all was the Dugu clan, one of the four gentry clans.
However, the cultivator named Dugu Jian before him was truly way too different from Taba Feng and the others.
Notwithstanding the fact that he did not have an identity badge by his waist, he did not have a single clansman by his side!
Su Zimo could sense a sense of loneliness and desolation from Dugu Jian, as though he was incompatible with this world.
It was as though there was nothing else in Dugu Jian's world apart from that sword.
Apart from that sword, there was nothing else!
Only someone with such a state of mind would be able to cultivate a pair of sharp sword eyes as well as such a frightening and murderous sword technique!
"Dugu Jian, that monster incarnate of Divine Phoenix Island is a beast and not of our race. Are you going to represent the Dugu clan and stand on his side?" Ouyang Xiayu of the ancient aristocratic family asked in a deep voice.
"I am who I am. What has that got to do with the Dugu clan?"
Dugu Jian's voice was calm as he turned to look at Ouyang Xiayu.
Although he was still expressionless, there was a hint of mockery in his empty gaze.
He was mocking Ouyang Xiayu for not understanding such a simple question.
I am who I am. What has that got to do with others?
Ouyang Xiayu was speechless for a moment.
Murong Wushuang frowned slightly and looked at Dugu Jian who was not far away. She could not help but ask, "Why?"
"I can't stand it,"
Dugu Jian replied indifferently.
Most of the paragons of the North Region were confused.
Who could he not stand?
Who offended him?
Murong Wushuang was the only one who had a conflicted expression and sighed internally.
She knew what sort of hardships Dugu Jian had experienced in the past and understood the pride in his heart.
Su Zimo's current predicament must have resonated with this man.
He was once abandoned by this world as well.
He was spurned by countless people, besieged by countless people, bullied and humiliated by countless people, and cursed by countless people!
At that time, nobody helped him or stood by his side.
This man had relied entirely on the sword in his hands to reach where he was today, step by step!
He was reclusive not because he hated the world.
It was because the world had once abandoned him.
The only thing that accompanied him the entire time and had never abandoned him was the black sheathed sword in his hands!
Therefore, he would attack because he could not stand it.
He was fearless even if he had to go against the entire world, let alone the paragons of the North Region!
Su Zimo was motionless.
This was a rare opportunity and he had to recover his stamina as much as possible before escaping this place.
Now that Xi Wuya was dead, there was no one in the Great Qian Ruins who could threaten him.
However, Su Zimo could still sense that danger was approaching!
There was no time to waste!
The masked man from Glass Palace seemed to have seen through Su Zimo's intentions and walked over slowly.
"Someone from the Dugu clan is already so arrogant."
The masked man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as though his throat was severely injured like a broken bellows.
"Get lost or die!"
The masked man glared at Dugu Jian with a cold gaze filled with hatred.
Dugu Jian was expressionless and said nothing. He merely glanced sideways and his right hand moved slowly towards the pitch-black sword hilt on his left.
"Hmm?"
The masked man narrowed his eyes and his hairs stood on end instantly!
Buzz!
A sword beam flashed!
Dugu Jian did not say anything and merely replied with the sword in his hands!
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