Chapter 78

Xu Xiaoshou fell back into the hands of the masked man, meek as a cat at this moment.

"Alright, don't flatter me, I'm not that great!" His voice was weak.

The masked man's murky eyes showed a hint of a smile, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough... Spit!"

Xu Xiaoshou was extremely worried, hearing the sound of blood being coughed up. He feared that if the masked man lost his grip, he might fall.

He immediately understood why the masked man had been so weak earlier; it seemed that using a powerful move was detrimental to one's body.

"Was that 'All Things Are Swords' just now?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

The masked man nodded, "It was the innate level of 'All Things Are Swords.'"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

I don't believe you for a second!

I am the innate sword intent; how could I not know the level of innate? Who are you trying to fool!

The masked man knew he didn't believe him and said to himself, "True sword intent has no level, it doesn't care about form or substance. It returns the opponent's own way against them."

"As long as you grasp the true meaning of the sword, no one will dare to draw their sword against you, because..."

"Your sword is my sword?" Xu Xiaoshou interjected.

The masked man was taken aback and said ambiguously, "You can say that, but..."

He paused, his gaze returning to below.

"This path has already been trodden to death, it won't work. Your sword intent is good, but you should give up early."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a bit dizzy.

Your sword intent is good, but you should give up early...

Listen to this nonsense!

"My path has just begun, and your path may not have reached its end yet," he said confidently.

After all, besides this path, he probably wouldn't achieve anything else.

His cultivation talent was there; it would be better for him to waste time than to learn spirit techniques, at least he might gain some insight like "cherishing time."

The masked man ignored him because the commotion below had started again.

Xiao Qixiu was severely injured by a single sword strike and had lost his fighting ability, shocking all the law enforcement officers.

Although Elder Sang had said that the attackers this time were strong, no one expected them to be this strong.

With just one strike, Sword Dao Throne Xiao Qixiu was directly incapacitated.

This was excessively strong.

Another person emerged from Lin Dao, and the previously panicked law enforcement officers instantly felt like they had a backbone, standing tall and glaring angrily at the two in the sky.

The newcomer was dressed like a Daoist child, with white beard and hair, exuding a sage-like aura.

The only thing that could disrupt this atmosphere was probably his height.

If he stood on the ground, he would probably only reach the waist of most people.

To put it simply, he was about as tall as Su Qianqian...

Fortunately, he was floating.

"Ye Xiaotian..." the masked man murmured, his eyes filled with gravity.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked; this short person was the legendary Dean of the Inner Court?

Ye Xiaotian floated to Xiao Qixiu, checked his injuries, and pulled the sword out of his body before disappearing.

Xu Xiaoshou was startled and looked up; the white-haired Daoist child had appeared in front of the two of them.

He inserted his hand into the void, and mysterious black energy surged, emitting a terrifying power as if he were about to tear the sky apart!

"This is called 'Sky-Tearing Hand,' Ye Xiaotian's ultimate skill. It can instantly tear a large piece of spatial fragments and crush people to death," the masked man explained.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded!

This...

What level of powerhouse is this!

Why am I involved in this battle?

Those damn assassins, you really deserve to die, please come back to life so I can tear you apart!

The three of them floated high in the night sky, the air unbearably cold.

Ye Xiaotian said nothing, his hand inserted into the void, his eyes fixed on the masked man, while Xu Xiaoshou was automatically ignored.

The masked man said calmly, "Running away is useless in front of Ye Xiaotian; most people can only say their last words."

"This guy is an extremely rare spatial attribute, rumored to be able to match a half-step Grandmaster when he first entered the innate stage."

"You can't compare, innate can slay Grandmasters," Ye Xiaotian finally spoke, his voice very young, like a child's.

"I don't have that ability, you must have the wrong person."

"I hope so." Ye Xiaotian's childlike voice had an out-of-place coldness.

Listening to the two of them praising each other, Xu Xiaoshou felt a darkness in front of his eyes and almost fell from the sky.

What kind of monsters are these!

He thought that killing Yuan Ting and Ju Wu at the ninth stage of spirit cultivation was already terrifying, but he never expected that compared to true geniuses, he was nothing!

Spatial attribute, is this the power of innate attributes? It sounds terrifying!

And this masked man, what kind of monster is he? The Dean is already preparing to attack, but he still has the leisure to listen to him babble.

Hmm?

Why is he explaining so much to me?

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes darted, and he felt very uneasy.

"Dean, I'm not with him, you can just crush him, don't count me in!"

The masked man's eyes showed a smile, "Didn't you just say you wanted to join us?"

"I..."

Xu Xiaoshou's expression froze, his face ashen, "Excuse me, can I leave? Just put me on the ground."

Ye Xiaotian looked at the young man around the masked man's waist, surprised that this kid could still joke around in the presence of the two of them.

He was very bold.

No wonder he dared to act recklessly in tonight's setup, even killing his fellow disciples.

Crack, crack!

Cracks appeared in the night sky, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The longer the time passed, the more powerful the right hand Ye Xiaotian inserted into the void became, the aura of death enveloping the two opposite him.

The masked man looked up at the night sky, the rain being swallowed by the black cracks, unable to fall on him.

He laughed lightly, "If you make a move, the nine people in ambush won't survive."

"Right, plus this one in my hand, ten!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't have time to panic; several explosions sounded below, and nine sword auras soared into the sky.

Each sword aura had an old man with gray hair locked in the center, the sight of them being suspended in the air reminded him of Mo Mo on the final tournament stage that day.

Exactly the same!

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the masked man in shock, the words echoing in his mind again.

"Your path has already been trodden to death."

So, he had walked the path I am on now, but why did he advise me not to walk it?

He is so strong!

"All Things Are Swords?"

"Right," the masked man nodded, "Innate level All Things Are Swords."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. Why emphasize "innate level"? Is he afraid of not being discouraging enough?

Unlike Xu Xiaoshou's shock, when the law enforcement officers below saw the nine old men suspended by the sword auras, their jaws dropped.

"Nine Elders?"

"This is impossible!"

"How could the Elders be ambushed by that masked man? They are Elders!"

"Suspending nine Sword Dao Thrones with just sword intent, this... Am I dreaming?"

"These nine are the oldest in the Inner Court, above the Grandmaster level!"

"I'm numb, 'Holy Slave'..."

"Is he really that powerful?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.