Huangxiu

Chapter 1205 Secret Fight
His own golden sword was not yet fully imbued with spirit, but it would be virtually impossible for others to steal it.

It can be sensed as soon as it moves.

The reason he was able to obtain the Giant Spirit Sword so easily this time was because of Zhao Ruilin's selfish motives.

To prevent the evil lord from seizing the sword, Zhao Ruilin placed it in this strange black box to isolate its aura and sever his connection with the sword.

At this moment, with the black box opened, Zhao Ruilin could no longer clearly sense the sword even from a distance of ten miles.

He examined the giant spirit sword and felt that its name and appearance were completely different.

He then frowned.

The aura emanating from the giant spirit sword displeased him; it was both cold and intense.

It is cold and icy, yet it gives people a feeling of intense heat.

Extremely contradictory and bizarre.

This clashes with his dignified and upright character.

"Whoosh!" The golden sword was drawn from its sheath and gently stabbed at the giant spirit sword.

The giant sword suddenly emitted a red light, like a raging flame, about to devour the golden sword.

The golden sword emitted a soft white light, quickly dispelling the red light and enveloping it, slowly penetrating it and seeping in little by little.

The red light flickered violently, but it was powerless to stop the invasion of the white light, which gradually covered everything.

Ultimately, it resembled a sword of ice and snow.

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes shone like cold stars, and his spiritual power continuously poured into them to support the Golden Sword's performance.

The source of this white light was his spiritual power, which, after being transformed by the golden sword, gained even stronger and more wondrous abilities, dissolving the spirituality of the giant spirit sword and severing its mental connection.

After a cup of tea, as the fifteen experts from the Giant Spirit Sect left the valley, the red light completely disappeared, and the Giant Spirit Sword became as clear as water.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ruilin suddenly seemed to sense something, abruptly turned around, floated out of the main hall, and returned to his small courtyard.

Then it was discovered that the black box and the giant sword had disappeared.

His expression changed greatly.

With a flick of his wrists, he searched every possible hiding place in the room where the black box might be concealed.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly appeared behind a Giant Spirit Sect expert.

The golden sword killed him with a single strike, then vanished, reappearing behind another expert from the Giant Spirit Sect.

By the time Zhao Ruilin had searched the entire house and then the courtyard, and was panting heavily in the courtyard with red eyes, the fifteen experts from the Giant Spirit Sect had already been dealt with.

As the last expert from the Giant Spirit Sect fell, Zhu Lingyun, who was not far away, let out a long howl.

With a whistle, he charged toward Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at him, then vanished in a flash, disappearing without a trace.

Zhu Lingyun arrived at the place where he had disappeared like a wisp of smoke, formed a hand seal with both hands, and gently pressed down into the void.

In the void, a blurry figure appeared; it was Chu Zhiyuan.

He formed a hand seal with both hands and pressed them repeatedly against the blurry figure.

The hand seals emitted a soft golden light, gradually making the blurry figure clearer.

Chu Zhiyuan appeared a mile away, frowning as he looked in this direction.

He took a deep breath, drew the golden sword from its sheath, and slowly emitted a white light.

The white light quickly brightened, then swept across the void, as if an invisible thread was reaching out.

When the white light shone, the fine lines appeared, but they were actually multicolored lines that were about to touch his forehead.

The golden sword flashed white light as it sliced ​​through the thin line, causing it to split instantly.

Then a section was missing.

The blurry figure in front of Zhu Lingyun, which had been gradually becoming clearer, blurred again.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

This thin thread was so difficult to sever that a single sword strike failed to cut it completely; it only severed a section of it.

Zhu Lingyun's expression darkened slightly, and he formed hand seals even faster.

The blurry figure became clear again.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted and swung his golden sword again.

The golden sword flashed white light and cut the thin line again, this time severing an even longer line.

Chu Zhiyuan stopped, gripping his sword.

The figure, which was gradually becoming clearer, blurred again.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Zhu Lingyun's face grew increasingly gloomy, his eyes burning intensely, impossible to look directly at.

He kept forming hand seals and pressing them out, causing the blurry figure to begin to become clear again.

After the thin line lengthened and returned to its original length, Chu Zhiyuan swung the golden sword down again.

So time and again, each time Zhu Lingyun made the blurry figure clear, he would cut a thin thread. He would only make one cut each time, and once Zhu Lingyun restored the thread, he would make another cut.

In Zhu Lingyun's view, Chu Zhiyuan was mentally exhausted and had to force himself to activate the secret technique due to the enormous energy expenditure.

He was certain that activating this secret technique consumed a great deal of mental energy, something that no expert in this world could withstand.

In terms of mental exertion, he firmly believed that no master in the world could compare to him.

Therefore, Chu Zhiyuan was at his last gasp and was about to give up.

But after doing it again and again, he felt a strong sense of mockery.

I felt the toying sensation of a cat playing with a mouse.

He suddenly stopped his palms, staring at the blurry figure, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

His cold, piercing eyes scanned his surroundings, trying to find Chu Zhiyuan.

But Chu Zhiyuan was like a fish diving into the water, silent and without breath.

His cold, piercing gaze swept across the room, but found nothing, nothing at all.

The cold electricity in his eyes grew stronger, and his powerful mental energy leaked out.

"Alright!" he snorted softly, like a thunderclap, and turned to float away into the valley.

Zhao Ruilin stood quietly in the courtyard, his expression somber and indifferent.

He was pondering who could have stolen his Giant Spirit Sword so silently.

Ordinary disciples dare not enter their own courtyards; only a dozen or so people are allowed to.

Of these dozen or so people, most were outside, with only Sun Haoyang and Hu Chengxiang inside the valley.

Is it one of them, or both of them together?
He immediately shook his head.

It shouldn't be either of them.

That's... a deity?
As he thought of this, his face grew increasingly gloomy, and he frowned in deep thought.

If the deity truly desires it, he can simply ask me for it; there's no need to steal it.

Sun Haoyang's voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Senior brother, the Divine Lord has arrived."

Zhao Ruilin wiped his face, regained his composure, and stepped out of the courtyard. He asked Sun Haoyang, "Why has the Divine Lord returned? Is there something urgent?"

Sun Haoyang shook his head.

Zhao Ruilin glanced at Sun Haoyang: "What were you and Junior Brother Hu doing just now...?"

“We’ve arranged for people to dig the blood pool,” Sun Haoyang said. “It’s already done.”

Zhao Ruilin nodded.

Sun Haoyang asked, "Has something happened?"

He was close to Zhao Ruilin and knew him very well. Although Zhao Ruilin appeared calm, he could still sense his low spirits and hidden anger.

Zhao Ruilin smiled and said, "It's alright."

This matter must never be revealed to outsiders; no one else should know about it.

The two arrived at the front hall and saw Zhu Lingyun standing with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Lingyun's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "The disciples you sent out have all been killed."

Sun Haoyang was taken aback: "God, do you mean all fifteen of them were killed?"

Zhu Lingyun nodded: "They should all have been killed."

Sun Haoyang's eyes widened: "Impossible, right?"

Zhao Ruilin asked, "Did Your Majesty see the murderers? How many were there?"

“There’s only one guy,” Zhu Lingyun said calmly. “His lightness skill is superb. I estimate that with his ability, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to kill all fifteen of them one by one.”

He shook his head and said, "I underestimated the masters of this world."

I originally thought that once I arrived in this world, with my unique secret techniques and higher level of power, I could crush any expert in the world.

Only those who possess magical artifacts and divine weapons need to be treated with caution.

Other experts were no match for them.

“There’s only one…” Sun Haoyang turned to look at Zhao Ruilin, then at Hu Chengxiang.

Hu Chengxiang said, "Even the sect leaders of the four major sects couldn't kill fifteen experts by themselves, and there's still no sign of it."

Sun Haoyang gritted his teeth and said, "Then who exactly is it? Who is this guy?"

He looked at Zhu Lingyun: "Did the Divine Lord see his face?"

Zhu Lingyun took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.

He could see its shape, but not its face.

An invisible force blocked my vision, like a white veil, making it impossible to see through.

Even with the activation of secret techniques, they were unable to decipher it.

(End of this chapter)