Chapter 171: Chapter 120: The Dagger Revealed—Betrayal and Counterattack (Part 2)

"What a swift sword."

Sword Elder reached up to cover his throat, his eyes filled with confusion, his figure staggering.

"It’s you..."

After taking the sword, he finally understood what kind of sword it was.

And who this opponent was.

Integrating with the Clear Wind, without shadow or form...

However, the opponent was no longer the same as when they first met, desperately using the Swift Sword, stabbing dozens of times in an instant, hiding the sword body.

It was a speed of a different level now, clearly visible yet unavoidable.

Disrupting space, distance; reversing consciousness and position.

A sword that deceived his own eyes, his own heart.

Facing this true sword skill, his Lifeless Sword Intent was evidently overshadowed.

He was half a beat too slow.

In expert duels, being slow by even a fraction means being slow for a lifetime.

Sword Elder’s eyes widened in disbelief, uttered two words, and fell backward.

’If I had known it would be like this, I should have chased a thousand miles back then to kill him, and never retreated halfway.’

A thought emerged, and he was silent forever.

"Dead."

An uproar erupted all around.

"Wasn’t the Lifeless Sword Intent supposed to be formidable? Even with Sword Elder’s fame, he couldn’t block a single strike and was killed directly?"

"Did I see a false sword intent?"

"Didn’t you notice? The Ninth Disciple’s sword skill is perfected, with a true understanding of the sword skill, above that of Sword Elder."

Someone exclaimed nearby.

"You can feel it, but you’ll never see it, never touch it.

Once you see the sword, you’ve already been struck by it... what a swift sword, why does it feel so familiar."

"It’s the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, perfected under the Qingwei Sword Sect, said to transform into the clear breeze, everything seen is illusory."

"Isn’t he a disciple of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall? How does he know the top swordsmanship of the Qingwei Sect? That’s ridiculous."

"Believe it or not, he really is a disciple of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, didn’t you see his body emitting black patterns, demonstrating the Iron Body Realm?"

Hearing the debates around him, Chen Ping was a bit speechless, indicating that changing one’s identity isn’t too safe either.

Any action leaves traces.

Now, these people are just guessing that he possesses the sword techniques of both the Primordial and Qingwei sects, merely puzzled in their hearts.

However, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, excluding and judging bit by bit, the risk of Tian Qi’s identity being exposed greatly increases... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Plans can’t keep up with changes.

No matter how much concealment or identity hiding, it’s actually useless.

The only reliable thing is one’s own skill, getting stronger, stronger still.

Then, everything can be broken, everything can be ignored.

He was reflecting on himself.

Gao Yue already seemed dazed.

’That was Sword Elder, a sword slave of Northwest Manor, reputed to have grasped thirty percent of sword intent before the Innate Realm, not much inferior to Innate Realm.’

Even rumors said that once he breaks through the Innate Realm, he could possibly challenge fierce contenders from the Earth List directly. And now he’s been killed with one sword?’ ’

’This duel cannot continue.’

’With that youngster present, sending any disciple is futile, however many go will die.’

Before the joyful laughter from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall subsided, Gao Yue clenched his teeth, cupped his hands to the side, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Shusun, please assist me."

"Haha, I told you, just capture Han Wushang and Sima Rou, and we’d surely extract information about the Golden Body Technique. You insisted on unnecessary conflict."

Beside the group of Changkong Martial Arts Hall disciples, a tall, robust man wearing a straw hat emerged slowly.

He lifted the hat, drew a saber in his hand, and laughed towards the sky.

His manner was wild, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, hair draped behind him, slightly curled.

As he laughed aloud, many around couldn’t help but show looks of pain.

The sound rumbled like thunder, causing one’s Qi and Blood to fluctuate, those nearby almost injured by it.

Additionally, around him, True Qi flowed and surged, seemingly reflecting images of vast desert sands, accompanied by the sound of raging winds...

Just watching him dampened one’s fighting spirit.

"Hu People..."

"Innate Powerhouse, True Qi unleashed..."

"The Great Desert Mad Saber Shusun Xiao, he’s said to be of horse thief origin, slaughtering dozens of tribes under his saber, fond of drinking children’s heart blood...

Later, he joined the Beizhou Royal Court, becoming the saber technique teacher of the Thirteenth Prince.

He actually arrived, entangled with the Changkong Martial Arts Hall? The Primordial Martial Arts Hall is in great trouble this time."

An old Jianghu sighed.

They knew that Hu People sending even such Innate experts meant today’s duel wasn’t a simple contest, but a setup.

No matter how it started, it wasn’t important.

The outcome was already determined.

"Junior Brother Han, I didn’t want to be so absolute. But your disciples are too strong, and when outmatched in duels, what can I do but resort to such measures."

Gao Yue’s eyes showed pain and helplessness.

He truly didn’t want it to come to this.

"Why don’t you just hand over the Golden Body Technique and join the Thirteenth Prince? Must you hold onto this and that, with so many convictions?"

"Shameless!" Sima Rou cursed angrily.

She couldn’t hold back any longer.

If she had known earlier, back on the mountain, she wouldn’t have stopped Han Mu from smashing Gao Yue to death, preventing all these troubles.

Gao Yue shook his head, eyes full of pity, "Say what you will, it’s come to this. Your defeat is inevitable, Junior Sister Sima, surrender to avoid unnecessary harm.

You wouldn’t want all these disciples who have been with you for so many years to perish, would you?