Gao Huan looked at the carriage in front of the tent. The carriage suddenly shattered.
It wasn't just his gaze that had such power.
The Qiushan clan head's sword slashed through the air amidst the flying sawdust and dust.
He was a peak Star Condensation expert, and his sword was the reverse scale that Qiushan Jun had insisted he bring with him, a divine artifact ranked at the top of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
The cold and somber sword glow shot toward the roof of the tent. Gao Huan's body flickered, and he was on the ground.
His expression did not change, nor did he attack the Qiushan clan head.
After being imprisoned in the abyss for seven hundred years, not seeing the sun, moon, or stars, he was extremely unfamiliar with the current world and its experts.
He could only divide the people he saw into two types: those he recognized and those he did not.
Old friends that had lived for as many years as he had naturally deserved his vigilance. Other people had no right to waste his energy.
Though his sword had failed, the Qiushan clan head showed no shame, nor was he angry. He retreated into the dust.
With a light slap, a middle-aged man that looked like an ordinary servant stomped on a small copper wine pot on the ground.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's fist arrived in front of Gao Huan.
Gao Huan's expression flickered as he reacted.
With another light slap, three cracks appeared on the ground where he stood.
At the same time, his hand clenched around the fist.
The middle-aged man was a Guardian of the Qiushan clan and was already half a step from the Divine, yet his fist had been easily caught in Gao Huan's hand.
The gap between cultivation levels was not something that could be made up for with courage or strategy.
The Qiushan clan Guardian's face was pale, his eyes seeming to blaze with golden fire. With a clear whistle, he rapidly retreated.
Several dozen white streams of energy appeared in the air, releasing deafening explosions.
The Qiushan clan Guardian grunted as he smashed through the carriage and landed several hundred zhang away. His clothes were covered in blood and he had broken countless bones.
Gao Huan drew back his hand and turned to a carriage even further ahead.
Just like a certain logistics officer had once sighed with emotion, the human soldiers had always believed that the Qiushan clan head and Guardian were naturally the strongest of the group.
Gao Huan did not believe this.
His gaze had never been on the tent, nor on the Qiushan clan's carriage, but on this carriage.
He felt that the true commander of this group was in this carriage.
As long as they killed the people in the car, they would be able to win this surprise attack.
This was the conclusion he came to after observing the cliffs for a long time.
Following Gao Huan's gaze, a dozen or so demon experts left their respective cavalry squads and attacked the carriage.
The whistling sound of the wind continuously sounded, and the Devil Race masters, like stones, smashed down from the sky.
If no one stopped them, no matter who was in the carriage, they would be smashed into meat paste.
At this moment, a mournful and cold melody came from the carriage.
The sound of the zither rose from the ground into the sky. The sound did not grow louder, but the area it covered became much larger.
Cracks appeared on the armors of the Devil Race experts, and green smoke seeped out.
In the end, the direction of their fall deviated, and they failed to hit the carriage. Instead, they landed around it.
The earth shook, and black soil rushed up like a waterfall. The scene was exceptionally spectacular.
The blind zither player walked out of the carriage with his zither in his arms.
He tilted his head and listened to the sounds around him, his right hand plucking the strings from time to time.
Like sharp blades, white streams of energy left the zither and attacked the Devil Race experts, filling the sky with fallen leaves.
The ten-some Devil Race experts howled and charged at the carriage.
If it was just the blind zither player alone, it would truly be rather strenuous to stop so many Devil Race experts, but there were other people in the carriage.
The carriage did not seem very large, so no one had expected so many people to come out of it.
Seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two sesame-candy-selling elders, and a girl who sold cosmetic powder.
Several profound and unfathomable heavenly secrets enveloped the grassland around the carriage and fell on the bodies of the Devil Race experts.
Several chains flew through the air, stained with blood and fire, vowing to pierce through the necks and shoulders of the Devil Race experts.
Before this, a formation formed by a sand table had already protected the carriage in advance.
Gao Huan slightly raised his brows at this sight.
He didn't expect that there were so many experts in the Human Clan.
Then, a naive smile appeared on his face.
With so many human experts, it was worth it for him to strike.
Light and odorless raindrops once more fell from the sky, washing away the profound and unfathomable heavenly secrets and casually breaking the array.
Fivekind Man from the Wenshui Tangs had an abnormally solemn expression, and the blind zither player's fingers began to pluck at the strings even faster.
This young demon expert truly did have an unfathomable cultivation. Without even moving, he had broken through the outer defenses.
Gao Huan lightly flicked his fingers, sending two rods of water and fire flying. His gaze fell, severing a chain and arriving in front of the carriage.
He wanted to raise the curtain and see just who was inside.
The zither clattered like a bugle horn, a string brimming with the will of iron and blood in front of him.
This was fine.
Of the human experts, the blind zither player was naturally the strongest.
Gao Huan did not mind first focusing on killing him.
A faint black mist emerged from his fingers. No matter how strong the winds of the grassland, they could not blow it away.
The zither string withered at a visible rate and then snapped, losing all vitality.
Blood leaked from the corner of the zither player's mouth as he retreated to the side of the carriage.
Gao Huan would not let him live, and he slapped down with his palm.
The twilight suddenly dimmed as if night had come early. A pitch-black palm that was not real descended from the sky, slapping at the carriage.
One of the zither strings snapped, but several were still intact, but they could no longer produce any sound, as the blind zither player had not recovered his Qi.
Who would block this gigantic palm?
The car window suddenly broke, and two black objects flew out.
They were both black, but unlike the black palm, which exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura, these two objects were brimming with majesty.
An official's seal and a gauntlet.
The official's seal and gauntlet collided with the black palm.
With two clattering sounds, the official's seal and gauntlet were shattered while the black palm gradually dissipated into the air.
A thin old man dressed in a gray robe walked out of the carriage, his expression calm.
Several youths walked out with him, their expressions rather nervous, as if they were students.
Too many people had walked out of the carriage, and no one had expected so many people to be hiding inside.
Gao Huan had also not expected to encounter three human experts half a step from the Divine in such a short amount of time.
When did half-step from the Divine become so common?
Gao Huan confirmed that he did not recognize any of these human experts, but the blind zither player's technique was rather familiar.
He turned to the blind zither player and arched his brows. "The Longevity Sect?"
The blind zither player replied, "Yes."
Gao Huan arched his brows and asked, "Li Minghe?"
The blind zither player's expression flickered as he replied, "My master."
Gao Huan proudly said, "So that's how it is. Your master and I are old friends. If you surrender to me, I will spare your life today."
After saying this, he turned to the gray-robed elder and asked, "And who are you?"
A youth replied, "This is my clan's Lord Minister."
"I don't recognize him."
Gao Huan's expression was indifferent as he harshly yelled, "You dare to use poison on me!"
He turned to the girl who had remained silent this entire time.
Perhaps because she had been caught up in the battle, the basket the girl was carrying had toppled to the ground.
The powder was blown about by the wind, gradually spreading.
Anyone would think that this was a very natural sight, but who could have expected that it was actually a method of poisoning?
Gao Huan's eyes were brimming with brutality as he gazed at the girl.
"You know who I am? You actually want to poison me to death? "
In Wenshui City, the girl's shyness and nervousness had mostly been an act.
But now that she was being stared at by this demon expert, she was truly so nervous that she couldn't even move her feet.
Separated by several zhang, Gao Huan extended a hand towards her throat, his expression savage as he prepared to tear her to pieces.
The blind zither player and Minister Wei were on the other side, unable to save her in time.
The peddlers and fortune-tellers were still entangled with the remaining demon experts.
Fortunately, there were still two sesame-candy-selling elders.
They had always been used to standing with the cosmetic-selling girl.
One of the sesame-candy-selling elders pulled up a green cloth from his stall and used it to block the wind from Gao Huan's fingers.
With a rip, the green cloth was torn to shreds and carried away by the wind, transforming into the elder.
He bent his knees, lowered his waist, calmed his mind, clenched his fist, and then punched.
At this sight, Gao Huan yelled, "Good!"
This punch was simple and ordinary.
But in the eyes of a true expert, it possessed the true essence of fairness and gentleness.
If this was all, Gao Huan would not have been moved.
He was cheering because this sesame-candy-selling elder was using the most orthodox technique of the Imperial clan, the Blazing Sun Style!
Gao Huan waved his sleeve to block the combined attacks of the blind zither player and Minister Wei, then clenched his fist and smashed it at the sesame-candy-selling elder.
Countless rays of light scattered from the elder's fist.
Black smoke seeped out of Gao Huan's fist.
Just like the sky at this time, day and night were engaged in the most decisive battle.
His cultivation level was far higher than the sesame-candy-selling elder's, but he was the most solemn when dealing with this elder, placing great emphasis on integrity.
His opponent was using the supreme technique of the Human Imperial clan, so he was going to use the supreme technique of the Demon God Imperial clan.
"Heavenly Demon Art!"
Sensing the tyrannical Qi that spanned the world and the Demon Qi thicker than the darkness, the blind zither player blurted out.
Upon hearing these words, Minister Wei and the newly awakened Qiushan clan head instantly paled.
Just who was this demon expert? Why did he know the supreme technique of the Imperial clan, the Heavenly Demon Art?
… …
… …
There was a massive boom.
The sesame-candy-selling elder was unsurprisingly sent flying.
If not for the fact that the Blazing Sun Style and the Heavenly Demon Art innately countered each other, his injuries might have been even more severe.
There was also the sesame-candy-selling elder.
Gao Huan's expression remained serious, because this represented the meeting between the Imperial clan and the Imperial clan.
As for the battle itself, he didn't take it too seriously.
These two sesame-candy-selling elders were far inferior to the young masters of the Chen clan of Tianliang County.
There was a light clap.
The two fists collided.
It was a light clap, not a thunderous boom.
What did this mean?
Gao Huan, who had already turned his head to look at the blind zither player and Minister Wei, slowly turned his head back.
The attacking demon experts had already been pushed back, the shouts of the wolf cavalry seemed to be getting further and further away. The grassland suddenly became very quiet, the only sound being the crackling of the burning provisions.
Gao Huan looked at the sesame-candy-selling elder, a hint of pain and confusion in his eyes.
The elder slowly raised his head.
His hair was completely white, but he did not seem too old. It was just that his eyes were too calm, like … that well in the old Wenshui estate.
That old well.
There was nothing in the world that could cause his eyes to ripple. (To be continued …)
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