Chen Chang Sheng didn't notice that the sky suddenly darkened.
Because he was shocked.
Liu Qing was the third-ranked assassin in the world. His swordplay had been taught by Su Li. He was extremely talented and had an extremely high level of cultivation. Most importantly, his will was extremely firm. Back in Xunyang City, he had even dared to scheme against Zhu Luo, dared to stab him with his sword. Why was it that now that he was about to die, he did not dare to attack that middle-aged scholar?
Could it be that this middle-aged scholar was actually stronger than Zhu Luo, and even more terrifying?
Zhu Luo was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions. The number of people stronger than him could be counted on two hands.
This middle-aged scholar was Bie Yanghong? Is it Nan Tie? Or was he the Elder of Heavenly Secrets?
No, the middle-aged scholar did not resemble any of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
"Could it be His Majesty White Emperor?" Tang Thirty-Six's expression was ugly.
In fact, there was no need to calculate carefully. The real answer was already obvious. It was just that they, who were in the mountains, would never have thought of it. Because there was no reason for that powerful figure to appear in Mount Han, appear here, appear here.
Besides Liu Qing, there were also a few people by the stream: Xiaode and ten-some subordinate demi-human experts.
Ten-some demi-human experts were scattered on the grass by the stream while Xiaode stood in the stream.
This great demon, who used a violent appearance to conceal the arrogance in his heart, was calm beyond imagination, and was absolutely realistic, looked at the back of the middle-aged scholar in front of him, and finally took off all his disguise. His pale face was filled with vigilance, and his brownish-yellow eyes were filled with despair.
There was a sword wound on his body. Under the pressure of that middle-aged scholar's pressure, Liu Qing's eyes were bleeding and he couldn't even pull out his sword. He was well aware of how great the gap in strength between him and that middle-aged scholar was, which was why he was in such despair.
However, despair did not mean surrender. His body emitted an increasingly violent battle intent.
He was truly worthy of being a true expert of the top five of the Proclamation of Liberation. Previously, his performance on the mountain path seemed far below his reputation, but now, when he truly faced the shadow of death, when he faced the darkness that enveloped Mount Han, he truly displayed a fearless will.
Xiao De's gaze fell on Liu Qing's right hand.
Liu Qing's hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly, looking very weak.
Xiaode was waiting for an opportunity.
He knew that only by joining forces with this green-clothed swordsman, who had injured him, would they be able to fight for an almost impossible chance of survival in front of this middle-aged scholar. He believed that if he hadn't given up, then the green-clothed man definitely wouldn't give up. No matter how much the hand holding the sword trembled, it would eventually calm down.
Unfortunately, the middle-aged scholar did not give them this opportunity.
Just when Liu Qing's hand gradually steadied and Xiao De's breathing gradually grew stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.
A moment ago, the middle-aged scholar had his hands behind his back as he gazed at the lantern-like persimmons in the forest, like an official returning to his hometown to retire.
The next moment, the middle-aged scholar turned around to look at them. His expression was calm as he resumed his identity as a peerless powerhouse.
The appearance of this middle-aged scholar was very difficult to describe with words, because both peak Star Condensation experts like Liu Qing and Xiao De felt like their eyes were shrouded in a faint layer of darkness, making it impossible to clearly see his face. As for Chen Changsheng and the others on the mountain path, they were even less capable of seeing his face.
They could only see … this world on the middle-aged scholar's face.
The middle-aged scholar's face was covered in the words' embroidered ', painted with mountains and rivers. At one moment, it was a desert of endless yellow sand, at another, it was a majestic blue sea. As he raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, all things in the world moved with him. The scenery was incomparably vivid, yet it also carried an aura of absolute desolation.
Because this world had all sorts of sceneries, but not a single person.
Not a single person.
Everyone was dead.
Upon seeing the middle-aged scholar's face, Liu Qing confirmed his conjecture. His face paled even more and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
That was because he had bitten his own tongue. This was the only way he could maintain his state of mind.
A smear of blood surged out from the depths of Xiao De's eyes, already beginning to go berserk. This was the sign that he was about to use the demi-humans' secret blood technique!
Their conjecture had been confirmed, so even if they worked together, they would not be able to fight for any chance of survival. They had to use their most secretive and powerful methods to fight with their opponent. And what made them even more sorrowful was that even if they fought with their lives on the line, they would not be able to continue living in this world. They only wanted to delay for a few moments, to let the Saints know of what was happening by this stream. Only then could their deaths not be unjust … fine, being killed by this powerful figure was not unjust no matter how they thought about it.
The middle-aged scholar paid no attention to the thoughts of Liu Qing and Xiao De. He did not even glance at them, even though they were two peak Star Condensation experts and were prepared to fight with their lives on the line.
His gaze rested on the distant mountain path, on Chen Changsheng's body.
With this gaze, snowflakes began to fall from the gloomy sky, falling on the mountain path and also falling on Chen Changsheng's body.
Contrasted against the strange darkness, the snowflakes falling from the sky seemed extremely pure white, yet incomparably dangerous.
The temperature on the mountain path rapidly dropped, becoming incomparably cold. Chen Changsheng and the others instantly felt their bodies freeze, and even the true essence circulating through their meridians became countless times slower. If this situation were allowed to continue, in a few breaths of time, let alone fighting, even walking would become extremely difficult.
Sensing such terrifying danger, they naturally wanted to avoid it, but the mountain path was covered in snowflakes, leaving them nowhere to go. This was because although the snowflakes seemed soft, in reality, each thin flake of snow seemed to contain an unimaginable amount of the majestic power of the world.
At this moment, a very concealed ripple of Qi arose on the mountain path.
At some point, the steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had used his spiritual sense to touch the secret treasure hidden in his sleeve, preparing to send a warning into the depths of Mount Han.
With a light clap, the secret treasure had just begun to give off Qi when it was crushed by the snowflakes surrounding the mountain path. The steward's right arm had been reduced to pieces of flesh and blood!
"Enemy!" The steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, brimming with rage and despair, howled into the depths of Mount Han.
Before the howl could travel far, it was sliced into pieces by the snowflakes filling the sky, slowly falling to the ground like dust.
At the same time, a stream of blood spurted out from the steward's lips, instantly frozen into countless dark red granules by the bitter cold and scattering all over the mountain path.
The steward's body slowly fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Cries of alarm rose up from the mountain path.
The cultivators participating in the Boiling Stone Summit furiously stared at the middle-aged scholar by the distant stream.
They could not clearly see the middle-aged scholar's face, but they could sense the scholar's indifference, or indifference.
To cast ten thousand flakes of snow with a glance, use an array to trap everyone on the mountain path, and then casually kill a steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, to this person, it truly seemed like a trivial matter.
From the moment his gaze fell, the middle-aged scholar had always been staring at Chen Changsheng.
What did this mean?
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(At eight o'clock in the evening, there was another chapter.)
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