A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 822 - 500: 13 Heroes (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Come on, let me try."

Old Luwei appeared quite casual. Unlike most of the Kings that the Queen had encountered, he was a Miracle Entity of profound hidden strength, so his senior sister didn't know exactly how much potential he could endure.

"Now, draw your sword," his senior sister's voice came from in front of Old Luwei: "Strike me."

"Hmm?"

Old Luwei paused for a moment, his gaze trembling slightly, and then a smile appeared: "So that's what this is?"

His senior sister disappeared, and in her place, standing in front of Old Luwei was someone he was very familiar with—one of his fellow disciples whom Bailuo had previously encountered, Li Xue Shanxianzhai.

"My curse."

Old Luwei slowly drew his sword: "From beginning to end, it was you all."

"What's the matter?"

In Bailuo's line of sight, Old Luwei just exchanged a glance with his senior sister and then there was no more movement, even Bailuo as the Master of Miracles couldn't discern Old Luwei's current state.

"He's having a realization."

His senior sister said: "But I don't know what he's seeing."

The Queen's ability was not well-utilized by the senior sister; if she were in her place, it probably would have been easier.

"Pfft!!"

At that moment, within Old Luwei's world, after a flurry of blade and sword shadows, the old man successfully assassinated Li Xue Shanxianzhai.

"Why?"

"For my lord," Old Luwei looked at the ultimate General Winter and said indifferently: "For absolute loyalty!"

Old Luwei spent his whole life seeking a lord to serve, to sell him the martial skills he cultivated, and then to be a loyal retainer until he swung his last blade, remaining loyal until death.

"It really is you, eldest senior brother."

"Is it you next, Shisova?"

"Ah, it's me, it's me."

Shisova Mioho, Old Luwei's twelfth junior disciple brother, also the youngest brought back by their master apart from Li Xue Shanxianzhai.

"I'm no match for you, big senior brother, so can we put down the sword and talk slowly?"

He wore a thin feather garment, with a fan and a Great Sword tucked into his belt, his demeanor more that of a scholar than a warrior: "I'm different from Li Xue; I'm a man of culture."

"Stop lying, brat!"

Old Luwei swung his sword, but just as it was about to touch Shisova's neck, a blade blocked Old Luwei's attack.

"Whoa now, don't rush; please let me say just a couple of things, just two."

"Shut up, you rascal!"

Whether or not the Shisova in front of him was the twelfth disciple brother Old Luwei knew, if it really was him, he couldn't let the other party speak.

Among Old Luwei's thirteen disciple brothers, each one possessed exceptional talents.

Li Xue Shanxianzhai was skilled at training troops, extremely clever under his command, unlike General Winter. Shisova, on the other hand, was outstandingly eloquent, best known for persuading others and gaining their trust.

In terms of pure verbal ability, Shisova was even more formidable than Hailbo, so Old Luwei didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

He wanted to deal with this brat in two slashes, three moves at most; otherwise, if he allowed him to finish speaking, Old Luwei feared he might not be able to go through with it.

"Bang!"

"Hmm?"

However, a figure stepped in front of Old Luwei: "Cough cough, please stop."

Pale-faced and stunningly beautiful, a woman in her twenties, clad in a light green feather garment, kept coughing into her hand, appearing frail: "What made you, senior brother, turn against your fellow disciples and kill them?"

"Shirakawa Han An Hana Mitsu."

Despite her frail appearance, the sword in her hand showed no signs of faltering—it even stood up to the pressure exerted by Old Luwei.

However, it seemed her physical condition really was problematic; after a few exchanges, signs of fatigue began to show.

"Are these phantasms pulled from my own heart?"

"Do you think we are phantasms?"

Minoru Ming San, unarmed, was sitting on a rock, overlooking Old Luwei from behind: "If you think so, then let it be, it doesn't really matter anyway."

"How can it not matter, nono?"

The newcomer was a woman with two blades, her hands tucked into her sleeves: "If we are real, then it would be hard for our eldest brother to strike us."

"Do you say we are, eldest brother?"

Daojing Liuyue, unlike the porcelain beauty Shirakawa Han An Hana Mitsu, had a narrow scar on her face, and with a mocking look, she slowly drew her swords, the group's only dual-wielder.

"Bang!"

In terms of swordsmanship, Daojing Liuyue was indeed a formidable foe that even Old Luwei dared not underestimate!

"Clang, clang, clang!"

"The blade is still sharp, yet doubt arises; are you pondering how real we seem?"

While clashing with Old Luwei, Daojing Liuyue voiced her thoughts: "If you are fearless, why not strike me down!"

"Clang!"

A single blade countered two swords; just as Old Luwei was about to make his move, Shirakawa Han An Hana Mitsu struck from his blind spot.

Old Luwei had no choice but to fend off Daojing Liuyue to avoid the sneak attack.

"Smack!"

"Clank."

Daojing Liuyue steadied herself and sheathed her sword, shouting: "Everyone's here, why hide? Come out and meet our senior brother, he's planning to slay us all!"

"Clap, clap, clap."

Th𝗲 most uptodate novels are published on ƒгeewёbnovel.com.

The newcomer clapping his hands was of short stature with an always vague smile, none other than Regent Toyotomi Hideyoshi whom Bailuo had met not long ago.

"Monkey."

"Stop scratching your head."

Ruiyu Gate Yun Baimei was dressed as a military commander, her armor like white jade, her whole being like a Guanyin sculpted from stone, sacred yet splendid.

"Did Li Xue, that kid, die? Was that too harsh, senior brother Luwei?"

One after another, three figures appeared in the near distance, the speaker being Wubudu Zhaoyu, whose strength was second only to Old Luwei among all the disciples.

But at that moment, Wubudu sighed repeatedly: "He should have died at the hands of our enemy; why did you slay him, just because he sought death?"

"This is fate; each man's destiny is decreed by heaven."

Third brother Yi Yushou Yuangong and fourth brother Tamago Inshuizuka, having witnessed too much fratricide, seemed to have grown accustomed: "So in the end, are we the same, doomed to slay each other with no survivors?"

"Enough already."

Yi Yushou, a man with beauty surpassing a woman, picked up a wooden flute, a transparent White Gauze flowing from his head in the wind: "If you all want to fight, then fight; once there's a victor, just let me know."

"If senior brother wins," Yi Yushou said, "kill me too, because I am unwilling to draw a sword against any of you."

"Same goes for me, sister."

Li Gu A Zhu, a blind woman holding a bamboo cane, tapped on the ground; her swordsmanship superb, so much so that even Old Luwei felt a chill in his neck just thinking about it: "I cannot repay the kindness of senior brother; if you must take my life, then do so, what harm is there?"