Chapter 65

A torrential rain poured down, and the night was as dark as ink.

Yet, a person leisurely walked into the dilapidated temple!

This abnormal and eerie scene immediately put Uncle Yong and the others on high alert, all holding their weapons and becoming vigilant.

As the person drew closer, Su Yi and the others finally got a clear look at the newcomer.

They saw that the person was wearing cloud-patterned long boots, a hairpin with a feathered crown, eyebrows as dark as ink, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and holding a folding fan.

His appearance was extremely handsome, and his jade robe was well-tailored, making him look like a graceful young nobleman, exuding an aura of nobility.

"This guy is really beautiful."

The armored girl was stunned and muttered subconsciously.

Using "beautiful" to describe a man seemed inappropriate, but she couldn't find a more fitting word.

"Miss, be careful. This person is not simple at all."

Uncle Yong was on high alert, his expression unusually solemn, his eyes like cold lightning, staring intently at the graceful young nobleman who was walking into the courtyard, step by step.

"In the wilderness and this dilapidated temple, where evil spirits run rampant, it's best for you to leave quickly. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

A guard shouted, his words cold and threatening, with a hint of probing.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, their hearts racing.

"Are you a demon from the Yinsha Sect?"

Uncle Yong asked in a deep voice.

"You're wrong. Those Yinsha Sect fellows are just my lackeys."

The young nobleman shook his head, "The reason I've appeared to see you is that I have a similar idea. If you all swear allegiance to me and serve me loyally, you can live."

He stood in the rain, an invisible force around him dispersing the rain, keeping his clothes dry, and giving him an incredibly mysterious aura.

"Swear allegiance to you? Who are you, and what gives you the right to say such big words?"

The armored girl snorted.

"You'll understand my identity once you submit to me."

The young nobleman smiled slightly, looking at the armored girl.

At that moment, everyone saw that the young nobleman had a pair of crimson eyes, like two blood moons, eerie and terrifying.

Buzz!

The armored girl's mind trembled, her eyes losing focus, and she suddenly drew her sword, ready to strike.

Uncle Yong, quick to react, grabbed her shoulder and shouted, "Miss, stay clear-headed!"

His words were like thunder, echoing through the air, dispelling the evil aura, and making the tiles on the roof rattle.

The armored girl's ears buzzed, and she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

When she looked at the handsome and eerie young nobleman again, her expression was filled with fear, her face pale.

Just now, she had been like a possessed person, completely losing consciousness!

"Hey, a Qi Gathering Realm Grandmaster, your body is quite well-trained."

The young nobleman looked at Uncle Yong with an appreciative gaze, as if he were inspecting goods in a store, which made everyone extremely uncomfortable.

"So, if we don't agree, you plan to use force?"

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Yong's aura changed, his blood and qi surging like a column of smoke, his voice like thunder, carrying a terrifying power that shook the heart.

This was a Qi Gathering Realm Grandmaster, with blood and qi like a column of smoke, and a powerful aura like thunder.

Ordinary ghosts and spirits would be terrified of him, like seeing the sun, and would be crushed by his overwhelming power.

The young nobleman, however, seemed unconcerned, saying, "I'm giving you a chance to live. I advise you to cherish it. Once I start, ..."

His crimson eyes narrowed, scanning Su Yi and the others, "I guarantee, none of you will leave this place alive."

His words were casual, but they exuded arrogance and confidence.

Uncle Yong and the others felt a heavy weight in their hearts, their expressions becoming even more serious.

"Protect the miss."

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Yong stepped forward.

In that instant, he was like a sharp battle knife being drawn, his bones crackling like thunder, his blood and qi surging like a mighty river.

Clang!

Uncle Yong drew his sword and charged forward.

In that moment, the torrential rain was shattered, countless droplets exploding into mist, and Uncle Yong's figure moved like lightning.

The fierce and heroic scene left the armored girl and the others in awe.

Only Su Yi shook his head.

The young nobleman stood still, casually tapping his folding fan.

Clang!

A deafening collision echoed, and Uncle Yong's powerful slash was easily blocked by the folding fan, unable to advance any further.

"You're not good enough."

The young nobleman shook his head, lifting his folding fan.

Uncle Yong felt a powerful, icy force surge through his sword, like a relentless cold current, making his hands tremble and his body stagger back several steps.

His sword almost flew out of his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each step back, the stone slabs under his feet cracked and exploded, dust flying.

It was clear how terrifying the force of that strike was.

The armored girl and the others were stunned, their hearts trembling. How could this young nobleman be so terrifying?

After all, Uncle Yong was their strongest, and in the Yunhe County, he was a top expert, second only to a Master!

But now, he was easily pushed back by the young nobleman with a single fan strike!

"Master Realm!?"

Uncle Yong's face was grim, filled with shock and doubt.

"Master?"

The young nobleman looked thoughtful, "Such a character can barely match me. Not long ago, I dealt with an old fellow, but unfortunately, he escaped..."

His voice carried a hint of regret.

Everyone was chilled to the bone, as if they had fallen into an ice pit.

Even a Master was no match for this young nobleman?

Who was he, and why was he hiding in the Ghost Mother Ridge, where evil spirits roamed?

Only Su Yi had a look of "I knew it" on his face, as if he had already seen through the young nobleman's true nature.

The young nobleman looked at the sky, sighing, "It's getting late. I'll give you one last chance. Submit, or die."

"Uncle Yong, catch!"

Suddenly, the armored girl took out a silver longsword and handed it to Uncle Yong.

The sword was like silver frost, snow-white and translucent, with intricate and twisted runes and cloud patterns, shining like snow and bright as the moon.

"A 'Yuan Dao Fu Bing'!"

Su Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, recognizing the extraordinary nature of the sword.

This sword was forged from spiritual materials, making it a true spiritual weapon.

But unlike ordinary spiritual weapons, this sword had been inscribed with runes and cloud patterns by a Yuan Realm cultivator, giving it the power of a talisman array, making it far more powerful than ordinary spiritual weapons.

Thus, it was called a "Yuan Dao Fu Bing."

In the Great Wasteland of the Nine Provinces, such weapons were not rare, but in the spirit-poor Great Zhou Dynasty, they were undoubtedly top-tier divine weapons!

The fact that the armored girl could carry such a treasure further highlighted her extraordinary background.

With the sword in hand, Uncle Yong's aura became more solid, exuding a powerful confidence, and his eyes were filled with a hint of madness.

The sword was named Frost Sky, a treasure once owned by a land-bound immortal!

Almost simultaneously, the young nobleman's eerie crimson eyes showed a hint of caution, clearly recognizing the power of the sword. Without hesitation, he moved first.

Swish!

He stepped forward, almost as if flying through the air, his folding fan opened, depicting the Eighteen Mountain Ghosts, black light surging, and a sinister aura rising.

As he raised his hand, eighteen black smoke figures rushed out from the fan, transforming into eighteen fierce ghosts, their sinister aura covering the sky.

In that moment, the world seemed to fall into a hell of ghosts and howling wolves.

Uncle Yong charged forward with the sword, the Frost Sky Sword cutting through the air, creating a brilliant silver glow, like mercury spilling and moonlight pouring.

Sizzle!

As the sword energy slashed, the eighteen fierce ghosts that approached were cut like oil on fire, wounds appearing on their bodies, emitting a pungent odor and howling in pain.

But under the young nobleman's control, the eighteen fierce ghosts did not retreat, charging at Uncle Yong like fierce demons, regardless of the injuries.

In an instant, Uncle Yong was surrounded, his sword energy dazzling, but unable to kill the ghosts immediately.

Seizing the opportunity, the young nobleman moved forward, being extremely cautious to avoid the sword energy, not daring to clash with it directly.

Finding the right moment, the young nobleman suddenly thrust his folding fan, striking Uncle Yong's sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed, splitting the air.

Uncle Yong's body shook, the Frost Sky Sword trembling violently, almost flying out of his hand.

He could see that the young nobleman was trying to knock the Frost Sky Sword out of his hand.

Biting his teeth, he endured the terrifying force, gripping the sword tightly, and using all his martial strength to fight back.

In just a few breaths, he had killed three fierce ghosts, and the others were severely injured by the sword energy, their sinister aura dissipating.

The young nobleman coldly snorted, his figure suddenly flashing, charging toward the armored girl standing at the temple entrance.

"Bad!"

Uncle Yong sensed the danger and immediately shouted, "Quickly use the Divine Shadow Crossbow to stop him from getting close!"

The armored girl's guards immediately took out unique crossbows, drawing sharp arrows.

The Divine Shadow Crossbow!

The most advanced war crossbow in the Great Zhou Dynasty, capable of killing a Qi Gathering Realm expert with a single shot of a black iron arrow.

If used in a group attack, even a Martial Master would be injured.

Of course, a Martial Master wouldn't stand still to be attacked...

The Divine Shadow Crossbow, though powerful, had a very short lifespan, breaking after thirty shots.

Even so, a single Divine Shadow Crossbow cost as much as ten thousand silver taels, and the black iron arrows made it even more expensive.

Notably, the manufacture and use of the Divine Shadow Crossbow were strictly controlled by one of the nine non-royal princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the "Swallow Sea Prince," and rarely flowed into the civilian market.

Any force that could obtain the Divine Shadow Crossbow must have a very deep background!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

As the guards pulled the triggers, a dense barrage of arrows shot out, tearing through the air with a deafening whistling sound, all aimed at the charging young nobleman.

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There will be two updates at 6 PM tonight. Yes, Su Yi is going to show off today~