The green-robed man leisurely held the oil-paper umbrella in his left hand. Droplets of rainwater slid down from the umbrella like a bead curtain, slightly obscuring his face. Only the paleness of his temples revealed the vicissitudes of time.
However, in Dark Broadsword's vision and other senses, there was nothing else between heaven and earth apart from the umbrella and the man. The majestic downpour abruptly subsided like water stains being wiped off a mirror. The dark clouds and the long street disappeared at the same time, falling into the void and leaving only darkness.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump." Dark Broadsword's heartbeat involuntarily sped up like a drum. An indescribable sense of danger rose within him.
"The green-robed man in front of me is terrifying!
Extremely terrifying! "
Similar thoughts reverberated wildly in Dark Broadsword's mind. He felt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!
He had met grandmasters in the past, but he had never been enemies with them. He did not know if the oppression of a grandmaster was the same. In short, compared to the Soul-chasing Demon Monarch he had encountered once and nearly killed him, the pressure exerted by the man in front of him was much stronger.
Blood rushed back to his heart and gushed out again. Dark Broadsword faintly felt his limbs go limp. An irresistible negative feeling arose in his heart, causing him to lose all will to fight.
"Is the suppression of his momentum and soul enough to push me to the brink of failure?" Dark Broadsword was an Exterior expert with rich experience. He tried his best to shake off the influence.
Suddenly, the green-robed figure in his pupils enlarged rapidly and filled his vision. It seemed to float in front of him in the blink of an eye. Holding the umbrella in his left hand, he reached out with his right hand.
The palm was white, shiny, slender, and powerful. It slashed out diagonally like a saber or a sword.
Following the slash, Dark Broadsword's senses strangely recovered. The sound of splashing water entered his ears and the splashing rain reflected in his eyes. A layer of water flowed along the wide and long street, washing the flagstones and connecting the houses on both sides.
But everything happened so slowly. The heavy rain was like sticky honey, falling bit by bit. The mist was like an old man on the verge of death, expanding bit by bit. The gap between the splashing sounds was very long, lulling people to sleep.
The sluggish nature, the sluggish heaven and earth, the sluggish body, and the sluggish senses were so harmonious that Dark Broadsword could not tell what was wrong. However, the slashing right palm maintained its normal speed, making the "sluggishness" conspicuous and strange.
Through observation, he simulated the Qi circulation route on the surface of the Twenty-three Swords Technique.
Of course, it was just a modified and weakened version by Jiang Zhiwei.
Of course, that was only on the surface.
What appeared to be sluggishness was actually an illusion. In essence, it was a palm art derived from the Seven Immortal Phantasms driven by the Gist of Trueness of Ananda Oath-breaking Bladesmanship!
How could this be? How could there be such a palm technique? Dark Broadsword's mind was sluggish and he seemed to be resigned to his fate. He could only watch helplessly as the palm struck his head. A sense of danger welled up in his heart. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation. He felt that the green-robed man before him was like a god or a devil!
In the end, he wasn't an ordinary person. At the moment of imminent peril, he forcefully raised his hands and assumed the posture of a whale swallowing. He opened his mouth, and a gloomy light appeared, spinning rapidly.
Then, he took a deep breath.
Suddenly, the Primal Qi of Heaven and Earth, the rainwater, and the palm force all rushed into his mouth, his body, and his hands, like rivers flowing into the sea, endlessly.
The curtain of rain was torn apart, and the palm force was destroyed. It was as if a whirlwind had swept up the long street. Everything was sucked into it, and Dark Broadsword was the core and source of the whirlwind!
The illusion disappeared. Dark Broadsword could clearly see the world, the scattered dark clouds, and the heavy rain. He also saw the green-robed man holding an oil-paper umbrella at the mouth of the alley in the distance. He was nearing his middle age, with white hair at his temples and deep facial features. He was elegant and experienced, standing there quietly as if he hadn't made a move.
Just then, he saw Mengqi take a leisurely step forward. His movement gave off a wonderful feeling. It was as if he had crossed the sea of bitterness with one step and reached the shore with another. He appeared directly in front of Dark Broadsword and struck out with a light palm, completely ignoring the suction force of the 'swallowing' whale and the spreading 'gloomy darkness'.
The palm did not carry any palm wind, nor did it unleash any palm force. It didn't even stir the world. It simply fell lightly like a leaf.
However, Dark Broadsword's pupils constricted rapidly. He was even more unable to restrain himself than before when his senses were dulled. Although the palm looked simple, he couldn't grasp the pattern at all. It seemed to be everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time. He had no idea how to block, defend, or dodge it!
"In the heavens and under the earth, I am the only one. I am everywhere and nowhere!"
Even if he wasn't a Buddhist, Dark Broadsword could still sense the deep Zen intent contained in the palm intent, as well as the dread and depravity of all living things. They miraculously merged into one in the Zen intent. They were neither one nor the other!
"It's the same for the palm and me!"
Dark Broadsword had already lost all hope when this thought crossed his mind. The sense of danger was even stronger than before. Even if he raised his spirits and forced himself to attack, he couldn't block the palm at all.
He couldn't block it at all!
Suddenly, a hideous expression appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and no longer dared to hold back. A pitch-black mark abruptly appeared between his brows. It was filled with the smell of depravity, slaughter, and blood. It instantly dispersed the Zen intent and condensed Devil Qi.
"Smack!"
His pure, white, and powerful palm retracted and reappeared behind the many layers of defenses. He struck Dark Broadsword's forehead in a transcendent and egotistical manner, causing his head to bleed and his Vital Spirit to sway.
If it weren't for the protection of the pitch-black Devil Mark, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
Even so, the pitch-black Devil Mark had become sparse. It transformed into an inky light and merged with the monstrous Devil Qi within Dark Broadsword's body. He rose from the ground and sped toward the port.
"Huh …" Something unexpected happened. Dark Broadsword's follow-up move had exceeded Mengqi's expectations. He was half a beat late before he turned into a rainbow and shot through the curtain of rain to catch up.
On the long street, the puddles of water washed the flagstones. The raindrops fell once again, but the streets quickly returned to their original state. The fight between two Exterior experts had not caused any damage. The strangeness of their control and combat was evident!
The inky light fell soundlessly into the sea and dived down rapidly, fleeing far away. However, the sense of danger in Dark Broadsword's heart did not diminish in the slightest. It was as if the god-like green-robed man was only one step away from him and would soon catch up to him. It was truly like a thorn in his back!
The danger was getting closer and stronger. Dark Broadsword could no longer suppress the despair and fear in his heart. Suddenly, his body lightened and the feeling inexplicably disappeared.
He sensed in astonishment and discovered a seven-storied ship on the surface of the sea not far away. It was grand and majestic, with flags at the front and back of the ship with different words written on them.
"Eastsea Sword Village";
"He"!
"So it turns out that I've encountered the ship of the He family of the Eastsea. It's not my time to die!" Dark Broadsword exhaled and involuntarily rejoiced. No wonder the terrifying green-robed man dared not pursue him.
At that moment, a silk thread with a curved hook landed in front of him. Following it, he could see an old man with sparse yellow hair standing on the edge of the ship. His breath was restrained and there was not the slightest fluctuation. If one did not look closely, they would not even notice his presence.
Seeing that he had been discovered and that there was an extremely terrifying enemy behind him, Dark Broadsword did not dare to flee. He obediently flew up to the deck.
"Young heightslord wants you to enter," the yellow-haired old man said indifferently and continued fishing.
Dark Broadsword followed the directions and stepped into the cabin. He saw someone sitting upright in front of the window.
Even sitting, he was half a head taller than the average person. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like pools of water. His posture was casual and confident, as if nothing in the world could trouble him and no enemy could make him restless.
"Greetings, Young Heightslord." Dark Broadsword knew that the person in front of him was Shapeless Sword He Jiu.
"What happened in Linhai Town? Why are you in such a hurry to escape?" He Jiu asked straightforwardly.
Dark Broadsword's heart skipped a beat. He told He Jiu the whole story, from his discovery of the strange death of Old Master Yun to the mysterious and terrifying green-robed expert who intercepted and killed him. He did not mention that the green-robed man might be trying to silence him, but it was inevitable that he would think so.
He Jiu tapped the table in front of him and said in a low voice, "The green-robed man's two palms are mysterious and unpredictable. The former is similar to the Xuan Tian Sect's method, but I've never seen anything similar to the latter, so I can't tell its origin. Do you have any clues?"
Dark Broadsword shook his head. "I've never heard of such an expert either."
He Jiu took out a Jade Slip with talisman seals on it. He asked Dark Broadsword to impart what he had just seen into it so that he could identify the person based on his breath and appearance.
Otherwise, judging from the green-robed man's deep facial features, white hair at the temples, elegant temperament, weathered eyes, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, there would be at least eight thousand of such people in the world!
Dark Broadsword also wanted to know who the attacker was. After a brief examination, he placed the Jade Slip on his forehead and imparted the image.
He Jiu looked at it, but his expression did not change. He threw the Jade Slip out of the window and the fish hook dragged it away.
A short while later, an old voice was heard. "Judging from his breath and appearance, it's Merciless Tyrant from the past."
"Him? His strength has increased tremendously. He can't be underestimated, "He Jiu muttered to himself. His tone was full of interest as if he wanted to measure the current Merciless Tyrant.
"Not to be underestimated? He's like a deity!" Dark Broadsword thought to himself. Then, he said, "I left the heterodox path and was being hunted by evil spirits. I've always been secretive about my whereabouts. I'm confident that I won't be intercepted and killed so easily. Merciless Tyrant was able to stop me because someone must have tipped him off!"
"Do you have a suspect?" He Jiu asked with a smile.
Dark Broadsword pondered for a moment before answering, "I've seen several elders from the Zhu, Tie, and Yun families these past few days. They're the most likely suspects of my whereabouts being leaked. But unless they have a secret tracking technique, I should have been able to find them given my vigilance …"
"Then who knows where you're hiding?" He Jiu was still as confident and calm as ever.
"The Thirteenth Master of the Yun family, the Seventh Miss of the Yun family, and a Hall Leader of the local boat gang. He's my best friend and he's the one who arranged for me to hide." Dark Broadsword did not take sides and told He Jiu all the people he knew.
He Jiu asked slowly to help Dark Broadsword sort out his thoughts.
…
On the shore of the port, Mengqi held an oil-paper umbrella and stood amidst the heavy rain, gazing at the ship in the distance.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself. Then, he turned around and slowly stepped into the rain, disappearing into the mist.
The last black magic mark on Dark Broadsword's body was very similar to that of the Devil Lord he had seen before!
Although they were not the same, it was obvious that they were of the same origin!
Did the news spread before he and Gu Xiaosang entered the Devil Tomb, or was there something else?
Originally, Mengqi did not care about the outcome of this matter. He only wanted to win the Sect of the Plain Lady's trust as soon as possible and get close to it. Who knew that something related to the Devil Lord would happen? Things had become a little more interesting!
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