Chapter 267 - 266: Momentum of a Sword, 6 Pure Roots (Subscription Requested)

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Chapter 267: Chapter 266: Momentum of a Sword, 6 Pure Roots (Subscription Requested) Qilian Mountain was a colossal peak, steep on three sides, like a giant axe splitting the mountain, making it difficult even for powerful martial artists to climb. Only the front was slightly inclined, forming a path up the mountain, but it was guarded by many Greenwood Outlaws atop Qilian Mountain. These Greenwood Outlaws were not all bandits; many were desperate fugitives with numerous killings in their wake, wanted criminals by the government, and some were assassins hired by others. They were a mixed lot of diverse origins. Atop the mountain, like a nine-fingered hand reaching for the sky, rose nine peaks, each distinct. Among them, the Third Peak and the Seventh Peak had weakened because of the downfall of Peak Master life-taking scythe Cai Xun and Tiger Roar in the Forest Yang Jingtian, and they were being swallowed up by the other peak masters. Bai Ziyue, as agile as a blown poplar seed, climbed up directly from a perilously steep cliff side. To him, the sheer cliff, several dozen feet high, seemed like flat ground, easily traversed. *It wasn’t just his extraordinary strength of the Innate Realm and his light body technique that had improved significantly, allowing him to stall in the void for a short time. His Immortal Technique methods, particularly the Hundred-Step Wave-Treading Skill, were enough to help him ascend this sheer cliff.* As for Little Black Dog, Bai Ziyue left him at the foot of the mountain in a concealed spot, not needing to worry about him. The troops pressing close, most of the people of Qilian Mountain gathered at the Mountain Gate, making Bai Ziyue seem as if he was moving through a no-man’s land, attracting no attention. "Soul Energy +634, +961, +751, +127, +8122..." As his eyes swept over his Attribute Panel and saw the sudden increase of over eight thousand points, Bai Ziyue’s heart skipped. *To achieve over eight thousand Soul Energy, the person must be at least at the level of a second-class expert.* *Evidently, the battle down the mountain was growing more intense.* Considering this, Bai Ziyue did not slow down, quickly locating the Double-Bladed Saber Huang Hem at Bixue Peak, darting past like a phantom. "Who’s there?" A startled shout rang out, and the two young men guarding the mountain path yelled sharply. Although the outer gate was under attack by officers and soldiers, Qilian Mountain still had people guarding key points in the mountain to prevent experts from ambushing. Bai Ziyue glanced indifferently, noting their blood-soaked aura and association with Qilian Mountain, showing they’d killed a lot. He casually slashed out with a blade. The sword aura raged, wild and unrestrained. Bang! The ground collapsed, and the two men couldn’t resist, directly sliced in two. "Soul Energy +1563, +1942." Bai Ziyue didn’t pause, quickly ascending Bixue Peak, where an extravagant and sumptuous huge palace appeared before him. In front of the palace stood two verdant pines, rooted in the rocky mountainside, yet as straight as two gatekeeping generals, intimidating to behold. It seemed the noise was heard, for a group rushed out of the hall within the palace, led by two identical figures, clearly twins. They each held a seven-foot warhammer, creating a fierce wind even as they moved. Behind them was a vibrant and beautiful woman, with her hair done up in a matronly style, and a naturally diminutive man, appearing childlike yet old, wielding a short sword, like a child carrying gold through a bustling market, evoking a sense of disdain. Four individuals, each distinct in appearance, yet all possessing second-class expert strength. Following them were several others, all formidable, with Inner Power Realm cultivation or higher, one even reaching the peak of third-class expert. However, what truly caught his attention was a middle-aged man with a longsword standing inconspicuously at the back. His face was ordinary, eyes slightly closed, his aura seemingly obscure. But Bai Ziyue instantly discerned that he was actually an Immortal Cultivator! Moreover, he was an Immortal Cultivator at the eighth layer of the Qi Refinement Stage. *He seemed innately cautious, holding the sword as a guise, standing back, perhaps hoping to stay unnoticed, or possibly planning something...* *Though unclear on why he was acting this way, Bai Ziyue paid it no mind, as he didn’t care whether someone was a martial artist or an Immortal Cultivator; unless they reached Martial Arts Innate, Immortal Technique Enlightenment Realm, they wouldn’t warrant much attention.* So he quickly shifted his gaze. "Didn’t expect the soldiers to arrive so quickly?" The twin warriors, hefting their warhammers, measured Bai Ziyue up and down with a slight frown. "I’m not one of those soldiers." Bai Ziyue’s demeanor was relaxed, pausing slightly, his gaze shifting around, disappointed not to find Huang Hem, saying, "I came here to ask your peak master for something." "Such arrogance, a mere second-class expert, and you dare to ask something of our peak master?" The dwarf-like figure’s eyes widened with a fierce glint, drawing his short sword. "Seems the peak master had good reason to place us here, otherwise, some insignificant folks would dare to be insolent on our territory." The peak third-class expert warrior also spoke firmly. "Hmm?" Bai Ziyue’s expression darkened, his eyes turning icy as he looked at the warrior. "Who are you? What do you want?" The twins’ leader stopped the one speaking, asking sullenly. "Just a passerby," Bai Ziyue shook his head, stating, "As for what I want, it’s called Thousand-Year-Old Willow Wood Heart. I believe it should be in your peak master’s treasury. If you hand it over willingly, I wouldn’t want to cause further killing and can leave immediately." "Hand it over? Beware the wind doesn’t snatch your tongue!" The dwarf, seemingly provoked by Bai Ziyue’s tone, took a step aside, his body shifting horizontally, "Daring to intrude on Bixue Peak is a capital offense, not knowing how to flee, yet being so arrogant, no one can save you." As soon as he finished speaking, he flickered to Bai Ziyue’s front, the short sword slashing, and sword aura shot forth. Deceitful Swordsmanship! Like a viper flicking its tongue, swift and cunning, the very air seemed unable to withstand the slicing of the sword aura, emitting a sizzling sound. This sword strike, when it came to sheer power, might not have been strong, but because the opponent was short in stature, coupled with the cunning and eerie nature of this swordsmanship, the attack aimed directly at the lower body’s vital points, often sending a chill through one’s heart, causing panic and disarray. The people from Bixue Peak, upon seeing it, all momentarily held their breath, their gazes toward Bai Ziyue full of sympathy. The dwarf was notorious throughout Qilian Mountain, known for his saying "one strike, six roots cleansed," even a first-class expert would hesitate in front of him, and second-class experts were universally wary. Bai Ziyue, judging by his aura, was also merely a second-class expert, and it seemed exceedingly difficult for him to escape this vicious sword strike. "Bang!" A muffled boom! In everyone’s eyes, a black sword aura suddenly appeared, swift as lightning, crushing down relentlessly, effortlessly pulverizing the sword aura into dust. The surplus energy of the sword aura showed no sign of dissipating, as it surged downwards, directly engulfing the dwarf. In the arena, the sword aura had not yet dispersed, but those present already widened their eyes, showing blank expressions. "The dwarf... is dead?" The charming woman opened her mouth slightly, *suddenly feeling an endless chill rising in her heart.* The others’ expressions changed drastically at the same time, and the sound of swords being drawn rang out one after another. *No one dared to harbor any underestimation anymore.* *The dwarf’s strength was formidable indeed*—even a first-class expert would need to employ some means to subdue him with his cunning techniques. Yet, before the youth present, he fell effortlessly... A first-class expert? Or even stronger? Recalling his earlier tone and his white attire, someone suddenly blurted out, "First-class slaying Innate, the Invincible Blade Madman, Young Master Bai?" Upon hearing this, everyone’s hearts sank. This title was overwhelmingly loud. Especially in recent times, it had become famous throughout the Wuu Kingdom. "First-class slaying Innate" was unprecedented, yet it was forcibly accomplished by him. "Oh? It seems my title is quite loud, huh? Now, tell me, the Thousand-Year-Old Willow Wood Heart..." Bai Ziyue raised his head slightly, with a light chuckle, just about to continue questioning when his gaze suddenly darkened. A cold flash arose, transforming into a bolt of lightning, like furious thunder shooting rapidly toward Bai Ziyue’s neck. Fifty-seven Magical Artifact, Gale Sword! That sword had only one quality, speed— a speed to the extreme. In an instant, dozens of meters were crossed. "Attack!" The twin burly men, each wielding a warhammer, cooperated seamlessly, swiftly swinging them as if a black wind was howling in. The enchanting woman, her hands glinting with cold light, in the blink of an eye, launched hundreds of golden needles like a rain of arrows. Everyone else also launched their attacks simultaneously, unleashing their strikes. The Invincible Blade Madman, Young Master Bai, his name was too renowned. As such, they did not dare to hold back in the slightest when making their moves. "Seeking death!" Bai Ziyue snorted coldly, and a golden light instantly enveloped an area several meters wide. The Gale Sword, swift as lightning, in just a flash, slammed into the golden light. Bang! A dull boom. In all the expectant eyes present, it suddenly halted, unable to cause any damage to that golden light. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Endless golden needles rained down like raindrops. The two giant hammers also fell at this moment. Yet, they all stalled in mid-air, not even managing to shake the golden light in the slightest. Everyone’s hearts sank, just about to continue their attacks. Bai Ziyue finally moved. The Black God Saber unsheathed, like a long river piercing the sun, crashing out. The void exploded like muffled thunder, and a broad, majestic sword aura, capable of sweeping over everything, descended like a reverse cascade from the Milky Way. Bang! Bang! Bang! Regardless of the Gale Sword, golden needles, or warhammers... no matter their state, upon encountering the sword aura, they crumbled like being eroded by countless years of wind and frost, unable to withstand this earth-shattering force. Then, the remaining power of the sword aura did not diminish, pressing down further. "Run..." The sense of crisis reached its peak, causing them to scream, *fear overwhelming their hearts, consuming their entire bodies and minds in an instant.* Innate! He was Innate! *How was this possible?* The rushing thoughts left him utterly bewildered, terrified, helpless, and in despair!

Chapter 267 - 266: Momentum of a Sword, 6 Pure Roots (Subscription Requested)

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