Chapter 55
The swordsman floated in midair with a relaxed look on his face, seeming to have been waiting for a long time. Faint wisps of energy swirled around him, and he was wreathed in an unspeakable, bizarre aura. Meanwhile, the sword behind his back glowed with a faint red light.
Even if this group of black-clad cultivators had not seen much of the world, they could still recognize the aura of an expert. As a result, the ink-colored dragon chariot was forced to stop.
One of the cultivators flew out of the ranks and asked politely, “May I know my lord’s name and the reason for blocking our way?”
The swordsman slowly turned around. His sharp-featured face was smiling, but there was a strange feeling in that smile, vague and hard to explain. With his arms crossed, he spoke like a gentleman, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, so it is a misunderstanding. Alright, then,” the cultivator cupped his fist and said, “Farewell.”
Unfortunately, the swordsman did not get out of the way. He still wore the same smile while looking at the chariot and the group of cultivators.
“I’m sorry.” He said the second time, and the atmosphere grew bizarre.
Then, the black-clad cultivators saw the sword on his back float up as streams of energy flowed out of his body to surround the blade. At the sight of it, the cultivator who flew out to speak widened his eyes and cried out, “Sword Devil? Abandon the chariot and run for your life!”
Zhou Jifeng got up to his feet and said somewhat embarrassingly, “Mister Third…This…this chain, I really can’t break it!”
“Me neither,” Pan Zhong said.
“Get out of my sight.”
“Aye.”
Both men scurried out of Evil Sky Pavilion.
Duanmu Sheng scratched his head. He wondered if his master was trying to give him some hints after watching him block many of Zuo Xinchan’s blows with the chain just now? Or was he trying to tell him that wearing the chain was beneficial for his cultivation base?
Master is a man of great wisdom, I’d better stop guessing his thoughts,’ he thought. ‘Yes, that must be it. Well, I’ll just wear the chain for the time being.’
In the great hall of the Fiend Temple…
“My lord, Deputy Chief was killed during his visit to Golden Court Mountain. Our men found his ink-colored dragon chariot some eighty miles north from the mountain, together with one hundred and fifty bodies, who were his men.” The man thought the chief would fly into a rage after hearing the report, but the latter did not. “Deputy Chief had struck a deal with Clarity Sect for this operation of suppressing Golden Court Mountain, and he was even backed by His Majesty. And yet, that old villain…”
“Shut up!” The chief’s deep voice exploded in the man’s ear like thunder, making him slump to the ground with fear and turning his face pale.
“Please calm down, my lord!”
“Inform those old men in the Clarity Sect that I will not get angry because of this and will not take it to heart. The cooperation between Fiend Temple and Clarity Sect will remain the same. However, I hope they can show us some sincerity.”
“Ye-yes…my lord. Th-there’s one more report…”
“Tell me.”
“Two experts of the Clarity Sect were badly wounded in a practice fight with Sword Freak yesterday. I’m afraid that…they can’t meet my lord today!”
“Get out of here!”
His thunderous voice sent the man running out of the great hall in panic and fear while cracking the chairs placed to his left and right.
“When I have completed my cultivation of the divine technique, I’ll kill that old villain myself!”