NOVEL WEB Chapter 8: Kill the Old Dog!
Chapter 8: Kill the Old Dog!
The bright moon rises over the Heavenly Mountains, amidst the vast expanse of sea of clouds.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, sweeping past the Heavenly Gate.
Great Qing-Heavenly Gate!
The towering city walls bear the marks of wind and sand, with the Great Qing’s banners dancing wildly in the gusts.
The city towers, hidden in the wind and sand, are connected in an asymmetrical manner, with a faint, ferocious sword scar running along the city walls.
Legend has it that Sword Saint Pei Wen traveled from east to west, and when he passed by this Heavenly Gate, he was blocked by the guardian general.
“I’ve heard that you’re the only Sword Saint in this world. If it’s really you, how will you break through this Heavenly Gate, the number one gate under heaven?”
Pei Wen left behind a single sword mark and departed, leaving his sword intent to forever reside in this Heavenly Gate.
Since then, no craftsman dared to repair the city towers, fearing the sword intent of the Sword Saint, and thus, this wonder was left behind.
From that day on, the sword mark shook the heavens, attracting countless sword cultivators and heroes to come and observe, seeking to comprehend its secrets.
“Today’s wind is really strong, pfft pfft.”
Spitting out two mouthfuls of sand, the officer climbed up the city wall, his eyes narrowing into a slit. He didn’t know why, but his right eye was twitching violently today. Had the horse stable been blown down by the strong wind again?
“Wuuu…”
In the distance, a black figure rapidly traversed the wind and sand, leaving behind a trail of wailing and crying that surpassed the howling of the wind, evoking an endless sense of desolation.
“Thud…”
The black figure suddenly stopped, and the wind and sand that followed made the black robes flutter with a “patter” sound.
“Hehehe, little mouse, you’ve been following me all this way, and you still won’t come out?” The old man’s voice was like a duck’s quack, hoarse and unpleasant, as if crying and laughing at the same time.
Suddenly, a small mound of earth rose from the ground.
The small mound burst open, and a delicate, petite figure jumped out and landed steadily on the ground.
“Pfft, old thing, you’re really shameless. If I hadn’t intentionally revealed my aura, you wouldn’t have detected me! I’ll tell you, I’ve been following you since you left the Nightless City!”
Zi Shu pointed at the Weeping Old Man and spoke in a fierce voice.
This was an unheard-of stealth technique.
The Weeping Old Man’s heart was shocked, and his dry, wrinkled old face turned increasingly pale.
The little girl in front of him was only at the Transcendent Realm, and she dared to confront him directly, which was equivalent to seeking death, unless…
(Realms: Unclassified, Third-Second-First-Class, Transcendent Realm, Mysterious Realm, Free Realm, Heavenly Martial Realm, Divine Wandering Realm)
Four figures emerged from the wind and sand, surrounding the Weeping Old Man.
“Goodbye, old man!” Zi Shu stuck out her tongue and gave the Weeping Old Man an international hand gesture before turning around and disappearing into the sand.
“Oh no…”
The Weeping Old Man’s old face was twisted in a way that was almost unbearable, and the four people’s auras were all extremely thick, with one of them even surpassing him.
As the Left Protector of the Demonic Sect, he had walked the martial arts world, and he had countless enemies, with at least 800 people seeking to kill him. Being pursued or ambushed was a common occurrence for him, and this time was the most troublesome one he had encountered.
“I dare ask, who are you esteemed individuals? If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me.”
“I am willing to offer a Heavenly Snow Treasure Flower and a superior Demonic Sect technique to make amends!”
The Weeping Old Man cupped his hands and spoke in an extremely respectful tone.
Silence!
Except for the sound of the wind and sand, everything was eerily quiet.
“Roar!!”
Suddenly, one of the figures moved, and a golden tiger virtual image appeared, its body moving in tandem with the figure. With a single step, it was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, exuding a terrifying aura.
Not good! Can’t take it head-on!
This was the aura of the Extreme Golden Yang, which was precisely the counter to the technique he had cultivated!
The Weeping Old Man barely hesitated, twisting his body to dodge the terrifying pressure.
“Boom!”
A foot stomped the air, and a shockwave erupted from the tiger’s claw, sending sand waves flying several meters high.
The sound of arrows piercing the air, three killing arrows tore through the sand waves, aiming directly for the Weeping Old Man’s head.
Mournful Palm!
A purple large hand virtual image slapped the sand waves, meeting the arrows head-on.
The palm and arrows clashed.
The Weeping Old Man’s heart chilled, and two of the arrows were destroyed by the large hand, leaving one remaining.
Dodge!
“Whoosh!”
The arrow narrowly brushed past his face, tearing off a piece of his skin, and his dry, wrinkled old face was instantly stained with dark, bloody marks, looking ferocious like a demon from hell.
Desperate!
He was now in a desperate situation!
Ignoring the pain, the Weeping Old Man hastily waved his black robes, and his body retreated ten meters away.
Countless spear shadows fell from the sky, stirring up a cloud of sand.
Great Demon-Subduing Staff!
Before the Weeping Old Man could steady himself, a long staff cracked through the air, descending from above.
“Where did this damn monk come from?!”
The Weeping Old Man had already cursed in his heart, and this was clearly the Demonic-Subduing Staff technique used by those bald donkeys.
He condensed the yin energy in his palm and forcefully blocked the staff.
“Boom!”
The palm and staff clashed.
The Weeping Old Man’s body suddenly froze, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He condensed his energy again and prepared to strike.
Mournful Palm!
Golden Tiger Leaps!
A golden true energy enveloped him, and Yin Hu instantly appeared between the two, throwing a straight punch.
“Roar!”
The golden tiger virtual image roared, and the yin energy dispersed.
The Weeping Old Man’s eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of seventy-year-old blood, flying backward.
“Whoosh!”
Another killing arrow, precise and merciless, tore off one of his dry, withered hands.
Rolling on the ground several times, the Weeping Old Man used his single hand to prop himself up, struggling to get up from the ground. His breathing was not weakening, but instead, it was growing stronger, with an invisible aura swirling around him, stirring up the sand and dust.
Yin Hu raised his hand to stop Shen Hou and Wei Yang from advancing.
“He’s taken the Hidden Dragon Pill, and within one incense stick, he’ll enter a state of frenzy. You two, retreat!”
“Wu Ma!”
Wu Ma, wearing a black golden cloud hat, didn’t respond, silently drawing out a killing arrow and nocking it into his bow, his true energy condensing at the arrowhead.
“I’ll kill you all, haha haha haha! I’ll kill you all!”
The already tattered black robes fluttered wildly, and the Weeping Old Man’s eyes turned red and bulging, like a mad demon.
Long Rainbow Pierces the Sun!
The tattered black robe fluttered wildly, and the Weeping Old Man’s eyes bulged out bloodshot, as if he was crazy.
“Boom!”
The true energy condensed in the arrow exploded, and black fragments of cloth fluttered everywhere.
“Is he dead?” Wei Yang’s gaze was somewhat astonished.
Yin Hu frowned, his eyes widening in shock, and exclaimed, “No! It’s a Golden Cicada Shell! Quick, chase after him!”
Several thousand meters away.
A smooth, soft, and tender shed skin body was frantically running across the Gobi Desert.
Run! Run! Run!!!
As long as he could run back to the Nightless City, he still had a thread of hope!
He was entrusted with a heavy responsibility when he left the Nightless City, and the Sect Master would definitely save him!
He had to survive! He had to tear apart those bastards who tried to kill him!
And that damn little girl, he would make her brain into a wine vessel!
As he ran, the Weeping Old Man vaguely saw a figure in the wind and sand, flashing towards him.
Who was it?!
Was it a high-ranking expert sent by the Nightless City to complete a mission?!
He was saved!
The hope of survival ignited, and his footsteps quickened.
As he ran closer, the Weeping Old Man saw the person’s face, which was wearing a bronze beast mask, and he couldn’t help but pause.
Who was this?! Was there such a person in the Nightless City?!
The wind and sand brushed against his face, and in this instant, the surroundings seemed to slow down by tenfold, twentyfold, or even a hundredfold!
The person wearing the bronze beast mask had already walked past him.
“Ka…” A crisp sound of a sword being sheathed entered his ears.
Yin Hai continued walking towards the direction of the Heavenly Gate.
A drop of black blood fell onto the sand.
The Weeping Old Man’s footsteps grew slower, and his mind was left with only one thought.
“Half-step Divine Wandering…”
A corpse, split into two halves, rolled down the sand dune, slowly being buried by the wind and sand.