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The dark sword light zigzagged, as if it had completely merged with the dark demonic domain.
The sword-light itself seemed to possess a life of its own, resembling a venomous snake as it soundlessly pierced towards the back of Yan Zhaoge's head.
Beside Yan Zhaoge, as a beast, Pan-Pan's ability to sense danger surpassed that of human martial practitioners. However, at this moment, he was completely unable to detect the incoming sword-light at all.
And of the many spirit artifacts that Yan Zhaoge had on him, not mentioning his spoils of war like the Flying Thunder Sabre and the Purple Gold Thunder Sword.
Even Yan Zhaoge's Jade Dragon Sword, which had always been by his side and was connected to his mind, and which he was most comfortable with, as well as the mid-grade spirit artifact, the Hidden Clear Sunlight Sabre, with their strong spirituality, had not detected this sword.
It was a soundless yet incomparably terrifying sword!
To Grandmaster martial artists, there was a huge gap between the strength of a Great Grandmaster expert.
On the other hand, if this Martial Grandmaster was focused and did not underestimate him, he could put down his pride and patiently lay in ambush and assassinate a Grandmaster.
In that case, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that this Martial Scholar would not be able to escape the fate of death!
While Yan Zhaoge's strength far surpassed that of ordinary Xiantian Martial Scholars, it was only now that danger was upon him that he vaguely sensed it.
However, at the same time he sensed it, he felt a chill at the back of his head and a slight stab of pain. His opponent's sword light was already inches away from him!
This was the closest Yan Zhaoge had been to death ever since he had arrived in the current Eight Extremities World!
Before this, whether it was the Sacred Sun Clan's Pan Botai, the Twilight Lord and the others, or the Ghost Hatchet Elder Han Sheng, the Crimson Spirit Flag Master and the others.
Everyone's cultivation base was higher than this ambusher's.
However, whether it was because he had long since planned and prepared for it, or perhaps he had not directly faced it head-on, while Yan Zhaoge appeared to be in danger, he was actually as stable as a mountain.
It was only this time that Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel the shadow of death gradually looming over his heart.
His opponent's sword wasn't very fast, nor was it very powerful. But it was too well hidden.
By the time Yan Zhaoge discovered it, the tip of the sword had already almost reached his skin.
However fast Yan Zhaoge's movement techniques were, it was already too late for him to evade.
Although he had the Lofty Mountain Armour, a defensive Spirit Artifact, it was the Spirit Artifact that was trying to protect him. Time was also a bit slower.
This thin line was the difference between life and death!
Even though the Lofty Mountain Armor had risen, he had already been struck by the sword!
At the juncture of life and death, while Yan Zhaoge was shocked, he did not panic.
Any unnecessary and messy thoughts had completely disappeared.
Yan Zhaoge's mind was highly concentrated. There was only one thought left in his mind, activate it at full speed!
Eye of the Thunder Emperor!
Virtually at the same time that the sword-light touched his body, Yan Zhaoge felt an intense stabbing pain in his right eye!
A purplish-green light shot out from within Yan Zhaoge's right eye.
A great amount of pure thunder qi instantly circulated throughout Yan Zhaoge's entire body.
It stimulated every acupoint in his body!
Every single bone!
Every meridian!
Every piece of flesh!
In an instant, Yan Zhaoge erupted with a speed that far surpassed his normal standards, his body shooting forward like a bolt of lightning!
Taking a step forward, the sneak attack from behind missed!
Even so, on the back of Yan Zhaoge's head. His broken and scattered hair fluttered in the air, and a small drop of blood could be vaguely seen on his skin.
After missing with his sword, that Martial Grandmaster was unrelenting as he immediately increased his force, chasing closely behind Yan Zhaoge, the sword in his hand stabbing towards him once more!
However, after having avoided the most dangerous and concealed sneak attack of the first sword, Yan Zhaoge had already stabilised his footing.
His entire body's aura-qi turned icy cold as he executed an Ocean Stabilising Spirit Fist.
Yan Zhaoge's entire body resembled a spirit turtle concealed within the abyss, all things returning to it. Hidden within, not a trace of it could be seen.
Even with that Martial Grandmaster's spiritual sense, he was slightly dazed for a moment, feeling as though Yan Zhaoge had completely vanished from before his eyes.
He concentrated. Locking onto Yan Zhaoge's position once more, he continued stabbing out with his sword.
However, two glows of red and yellow flickered on Yan Zhaoge's body at this moment, an armour that resembled a lofty mountain appearing, blocking the other party's sword.
The first spurt of energy, the second decline, the third exhaustion.
That Martial Grandmaster's sword was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Currently, it was no longer able to break through the defence of the Lofty Mountain Armour.
The light of thunder flickered within Yan Zhaoge's right eye once more as he stomped on the ground, his entire body spinning as he struck out with a palm towards the other party's head!
His earlier body's aura-qi that had been condensed like ten thousand year old ice instantly blazed as hot as fire, erupting with a terrifying power that shook one's soul, resembling the eruption of a volcano!
Yan Zhaoge's strength surpassed his expectations, causing the other party to be caught somewhat unprepared.
He had already overestimated Yan Zhaoge as much as he could before making his move, but he had not thought that in the end, he would still have underestimated Yan Zhaoge.
The sneak attacker had already used up his moves, and with Yan Zhaoge's speed and explosive power also being too strong, Yan Zhaoge was instantly able to close in on him.
However, he was still a Martial Grandmaster expert at the end of the day. Without the slightest hesitation, he also struck out with a palm towards Yan Zhaoge's head!
The palm's momentum was forceful and domineering, causing the surrounding roiling devilish qi to gather together, its power increasing as it resembled a devil king descending into the world.
The powerful momentum caused even Yan Zhaoge's cultivation base to be unable to breathe freely for a moment!
However, the sneak attacker suddenly came to his senses. Meeting Yan Zhaoge's cold gaze, he saw the purplish-green light of thunder within Yan Zhaoge's right eye growing more and more piercing.
This Martial Grandmaster hesitated slightly for a moment.
In such an intense battle, such hesitation was undoubtedly a fatal taboo, especially when Yan Zhaoge was definitely not someone that ordinary Martial Scholars could compare to.
After hesitating for a moment, that sneak attacker finally chose not to continue his attack, instead choosing to retreat!
However, under this situation, Yan Zhaoge's palm became even more violent!
The edge of his palm swept past the enemy's shoulder, the illusory purplish-red Tushita Flame formed of his aura-qi exploding, using the aura-qi on the enemy's clothes as fuel, transforming into actual flames that blazed fiercely and never extinguished.
That Martial Grandmaster did not utter a sound, continuing to retreat, not even looking back as he brought along the purplish-red Tushita Flame on his shoulder that had still yet to be extinguished, concealing himself within the darkness once more.
The light of thunder flickered slightly within Yan Zhaoge's right eye as he remained silent, his spiritual sense raised to the maximum as he carefully guarded against everything in his surroundings, preventing his opponent from launching another sneak attack.
The two clashed in the time it took for sparks to fly off a flint.
In the blink of an eye, it had already been a life and death battle.
Only when that Martial Grandmaster had retreated did the Pan-Pan by the side let out an enraged roar, staring fixedly in the direction in which the other party had retreated.
Yan Zhaoge stopped Pan-Pan, standing back to back with him, silently remaining vigilant for a moment. Only after confirming that the other party had completely left did he cease his fist momentum.
"Who exactly is it?" The other party's appearance flashed through Yan Zhaoge's mind.
His entire body was enveloped in a black robe, a black cloak concealing him.
Not only was he wearing a hood on his head, there was also a jet-black mask on his face, making it hard to distinguish his appearance.
It was only through the two holes on the mask that a pair of dark yellow pupils could be seen, flickering with a mournful red light, showing that this was a fallen practitioner.
"Concealing his identity? Someone I know? " Yan Zhaoge frowned, "But there is no point ah. It is just that the devilish intent within his heart has grown stronger, not having merged with the devilish qi inside and outside, completely falling to the dark side."
"Completely falling to the dark side is irreversible. As soon as the devilish intent within his heart merges with the devilish qi of the outside world, completely falling to the dark side, there is no longer any possibility of continuing to remain concealed. His identity would be equivalent to having been exposed, so what is the point of concealing it?"
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