In the shattered sandstorm, a furious and unwilling howl resounded!
The wind calmed and the sand settled. The mountain path once more became clear and bright.
The demi-human expert on the Proclamation of Liberation had already disappeared. A small pool of blood remained on the ground.
The blue-clothed man was still standing at his original position, still standing, his head lowered, his shoulders drooping. Only his right hand that was exposed outside his sleeve was slightly trembling.
There was no sword in his hand. That beautiful and strange sword glow seemed to only exist in his imagination.
In reality, other than the special situation in Xunyang City, very few living people had ever seen his sword.
The scene was deathly still. Everyone stared at the blue-clothed man on the mountain path, utterly shocked. Just who is this person? A hidden expert sent by the Orthodoxy to protect Chen Changsheng?
The demi-human expert that had been defeated in one move did not recognize this blue-clothed man.
No one recognized this blue-clothed man, not even the most experienced and knowledgeable person.
Su Li had once very disdainfully commented on this blue-clothed man, saying that all assassins with names were not good assassins.
But in reality, besides powerful figures like him and Zhu Luo, no one knew who this blue-clothed man was.
Chen Changsheng knew who he was.
On the ten thousand li journey from the snowy plains of the demon realm to the south, this blue-clothed man had always been secretly watching them. At the time, he believed that the blue-clothed man was waiting for an opportunity to strike, but later on, he realized that he was protecting them. Then, in that storm in Xunyang, the blue-clothed man finally took out his sword. With one strike, he reversed the situation.
Just like just now.
He walked behind the blue-clothed man and said, "Many thanks."
The blue-clothed man turned around and expressionlessly said, "Even without me, he still wouldn't dare to kill you."
As he gazed at this ordinary face, Chen Changsheng suddenly realized that this face was truly very hard to remember. He had actually forgotten whether or not he had looked like this in Xunyang City.
"Even if he doesn't dare to kill me, I don't want to humiliate me."
"If it were in the past, I would definitely want to see just what sort of methods you had to deal with it."
The blue-clothed man looked at the sword in his left hand. It was very obvious that he was certain that Chen Changsheng was hiding some sort of method.
"Then why did you help me so early today?"
"I couldn't let anything happen to you."
"Why?"
The blue-clothed man looked into his eyes and very seriously said, "Because you are Big Brother's disciple."
Chen Chang Sheng was startled for a moment before realizing who his big brother was. He shook his head and said, "No."
"You are Big Brother's disciple." The azure-clothed man did not care at all and said, "So you are Big Brother's disciple."
Chen Changsheng felt very helpless. "Even if Senior Su Li taught me a sword style, with your personality, you still don't care about my life or death."
"A son pays his father's debt, and a disciple pays his teacher's debt."
The blue-clothed man looked at him and said very seriously, "He ran away, so you should pay for him. Of course I can't let you die."
Chen Chang Sheng didn't understand and asked, "What debt?"
The man in blue said, "Back then, he brought us into this line of work, but he ran away by himself. Now, he's even further away, so you can only come back and continue to lead us."
Chen Chang Sheng stared blankly for a while before saying, "I remember that you guys have a second place?"
The man in blue said, "He went to chase after big brother."
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind them.
"Is that a woman?"
The speaker was Tang Thirty-Six.
The blue-clothed man's expression froze, as if he had not expected that the secret that the second-ranked assassin in the world, the chief assassin, was actually a woman would be so easily guessed.
Tang Thirty-Six proudly said, "Sir does not need to look at me, nor do you need to admire me. Who am I?"
The blue-clothed man suddenly looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "He's very similar to a person."
Chen Changsheng had heard this many times, so he somewhat sorrowfully nodded his head.
The blue-clothed man turned to Tang Thirty-Six and said, "I don't like that person, so stay away from me. Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold myself back and kill you."
Tang Thirty-Six was given a fright, thinking, this is a madman! But when he thought of the elegant manner in which this person had wounded Xiao De with a single strike, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. Using his shoulder to nudge Chen Changsheng, he said, "Don't say such nonsense and quickly introduce him."
"Tang Tang, from Wenshui." Chen Changsheng said, "This is Liu Qing."
The blue-clothed man was naturally the third-ranked assassin in the world, Liu Qing.
Upon hearing this very ordinary name, Tang Thirty-Six froze, feeling that it was rather familiar.
Suddenly, he remembered and yelled at Liu Qing in shock. He extended his hands to shake hands as he repeatedly said, "Idol, leave me a way to contact you!"
An assassin's greatest taboo was having their hands held by another, and Liu Qing was no different. Moreover, he deeply disliked Tang Thirty-Six, so he naturally would not let him hold his hands.
Chen Changsheng suddenly asked, "Why do you like to droop your shoulders?"
Back in Xunyang City, Liu Qing could be said to be extremely ordinary, his temperament and figure extremely ordinary, but he had not deliberately drooped his shoulders.
It must be known that deliberate and easy to be remembered were the things that assassins needed to avoid the most.
Liu Qing replied, "I learned it from Wang Po. I realized that I can use my sword faster this way."
Chen Changsheng recalled that sword glow in the sandstorm and realized that Liu Qing's sword truly was thirty percent faster than it had been in Xunyang City.
An upper level Star Condensation assassin was already the world's most frightening existence. If his sword was thirty percent faster, just how frightening would it be?
It was no wonder that Xiao De, a demi-human expert ranked fifth on the Proclamation of Liberation, was not a match for Liu Qing even in a situation where he did not launch a sneak attack.
The storm in Xunyang City had caused him, Wang Po, Liu Qing, and even Su Li to change. Of course, it was a good change.
"Remember what I said to you. If he runs, don't even think about running," Liu Qing very seriously said to Chen Changsheng.
Tang Thirty-Six had been listening for quite a while, but now he could no longer restrain himself. "To have the future Pope become the leader of an assassin organization … are you sober or not?"
Liu Qing froze. He truly had never thought of this question. Only now, when Tang Thirty-Six asked him if he was sober, did he finally sober up.
Yes, who would give up being the ancestor of the Mount Li Sword Sect and become some assassin leader?
And who would give up being the Pope and become the leader of an assassin organization?
This was truly a preposterous thought.
It turned out that he had been this preposterous all these years.
The expression on Liu Qing's face dimmed, and then he lowered his head, turned, and walked up the mountain path.
He did not say another word to Chen Changsheng.
For some reason, his figure on the mountain path was so bleak and desolate that it made one feel sorrow.
"What's going on?"
Tang Thirty-Six watched as Liu Qing walked further and further away and yelled, "I say … you still haven't given me a way to contact you, idol!"
Chen Changsheng asked, "Say … why did he appear in Mount Han?"
Tang Thirty-Six somewhat reluctantly drew back his gaze and said to him, "You idiot, coming to Mount Han at this time is naturally to participate in the Boiling Stone Summit."
In this world, probably only he and the little Black Dragon would use the word 'idiot' to describe Chen Changsheng.
"You're the idiot." Zhexiu's voice came from the side. "An assassin coming to participate in the Boiling Stone Summit is seeking death."
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(At nine o 'clock in the evening, there was another chapter.)
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