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The face of the White Robed Man was obscured by an iron mask. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and for some reason, I sensed a hint of loneliness in his eyes, along with a lack of intense murderous intent directed at me.
The man in black effortlessly faced off against two opponents. He turned to the White Robed Man, who was standing still, and asked, "What are you doing just standing there?"
Snapped back to reality, the White Robed Man raised his right sleeve. I felt the ground tremble beneath my feet, and a surge of danger washed over me, prompting me to leap away immediately.
The earth split open, and sharp spikes shot up from below, towering dozens of feet high. Within this Void Formation, I could not use Spatial Dao Technique. As a result, my Time Walk was severely restricted, leaving me only with the option to evade using rapid movements.
Suddenly, these spikes broke off at their bases, infused with sword energy, and slashed toward me.
All around me were countless spikes. In the distance, Guo Daozhen shouted, "Are you even capable?"
"Mind your own business!" I formed hand seals and unleashed Righteous Qi.
All the spikes were shattered into dust by my Righteous Qi. The White Robed Man remained standing far off, his expression calm. He reached out toward a nearby mountain peak, which rose from the ground and was hurled at me like a giant sword.
"This is on a completely different level!" The spectators outside the formation were anxious, their hearts racing.
"This person clearly has no intent to kill me; he is forced to act against me due to the Old Scholar and the man in black. What is going on? It’s too early to use an Evil Weapon; doing so would trigger my Injury of the Dao and leave me unable to deal with the Old Scholar and the man in black," I thought to myself.
As the mountain peak bore down on me, I took a deep breath and suddenly vanished from my spot. Dust swirled around as the ground roared beneath me. I reappeared behind the White Robed Man and thrust my sword toward the acupoint at the back of his neck. The White Robed Man effortlessly caught my Sword Body; he could see through my Invisible Sword with ease.
With a flick of his finger, he bent my Invisible Sword. I quickly withdrew it, but before I knew it, the White Robed Man had moved—one moment he was there, and in the next instant, he struck my chest with a palm strike that sent me flying over a hundred meters away.
From a distance, the White Robed Man pointed at me; as he opened and closed his palm, mountains collapsed on either side. I cleaved through them with my sword and flipped back up to land further away.
"Having seen the Ten Thousand Swords Technique twice now, I should have it nearly figured out," I thought as I held my Invisible Sword upright before me, contemplating the realm of swordsmanship.
Although my understanding of swordsmanship was limited and I hadn’t practiced for long, possessing the Martial Dao Classic allowed me to comprehend nearby Daoist Arts secrets at any time. Even if someone executed a technique, once their Dao Qi's Meridians route was perceived by the Martial Dao Classic, it would automatically be recorded in my mind. Back at Wudang, when Dongfang Jiu unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords Technique—where thousands of swords moved in unison to slay all Wudang disciples—I had observed and absorbed that moment in secret. Later during the battle for the Evil Weapon at Sword Pavilion when Dongfang Jiu attempted to counter Seven Star Sword Technique's final move with Ten Thousand Swords Technique, I had already grasped his Meridians' sequence and principles by then.
Facing the Supreme Level master known as the White Robed Man, I reluctantly attempted the swordsmanship that ranked first in the Sword Pavilion. The barrier shook, and amidst the flying sand and stones, countless plants were lifted into the air. They stood rigid and spun around me, forming a protective circle.
"The Martial Dao Classic is indeed profound. You’ve managed to use the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, but you’ve learned it too chaotically, which distracts you too much. You haven't even passed the first trial yet," the White Robed Man said, his voice calm and unhurried.
I directed my Invisible Sword at him, and with a surge of energy, thousands of swords struck from all directions toward the White Robed Man. Waves rippled around him as he executed the Void Defense Technique from the Yang Family Book. The countless Flying Swords made of plants clashed against his defense but could not harm him at all.
The White Robed Man shook his head, dispelling the Void Defense Technique and sweeping away the dazzling array of Flying Swords with ease, turning them to ash with a single Dao Fire.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of wind behind me as my Invisible Sword pierced toward the White Robed Man's back.
Dao Qi surged forth as he clenched his fists, unleashing an overwhelming force that sent me flying several yards away.
His eyes widened; had he not protected his vital points in time, my sword would have surely pierced his heart.
There were two Yang Haos before and behind him. The other Yang Hao remained stationary, holding the Invisible Sword.
"You can use Phantom Layers; if you have the ability, learn Old Man's Daoist Arts!" The White Robed Man shouted in anger, caught off guard by my attack.
His massive hand came crashing down with thunderous power. Just as I was about to dodge, a sudden sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to lose consciousness momentarily!
"Hao!" Outside the formation, Yang Sanqian and Jiyao shouted.
I spat blood as I rose from the pit. My eyes were bloodshot, my head throbbed painfully, and a buzzing filled my ears. I glanced over to see Old Scholar engaged in a fierce battle with Miao Guanyin; it wasn’t him who had attacked me.
"It’s like facing Old Scholar himself; not only is his power comparable, but even his Daoist Arts are identical. When did Old Scholar become so generous as to pass on the Yang Family Book to another Supreme master like himself? He probably hasn’t even shared it with his own descendants," I thought to myself while sending a message to Guo Daozhen.
The White Robed Man stepped down from the rock he was standing on, his intent to kill directed at me.
Meanwhile, countless phantoms entangled around the black-robed figure. Miao Shengnan used Phantom Layers to trap him in plain sight while Guo Daozhen seized the opportunity to slip through a phantom and struck toward the black-robed man's chest with a palm strike.
The figure in the black robe took a hit, letting out a muffled groan. Then, dark energy flickered in his hands as he struck Guo Daozhen squarely in the chest. Guo Daozhen was sent flying, coughing incessantly, his face shrouded in dark mist.
As he cultivated to heal his injuries, he transmitted a thought: "I can't shake the feeling that the person behind this mask is Old Scholar. Not only does his power and Daoist Arts match perfectly, but even his accent and movements are indistinguishable. Moreover, who in this world becomes Supreme without seeking fame? I refuse to believe there are truly people who are indifferent to fame and fortune! If one were truly indifferent, why bother mastering such skills?"
Though Guo Daozhen and Miao Shengnan were both masters at the peak of the Mahayana Realm, there remained an insurmountable chasm between the Mahayana Realm and the Tribulation Realm. Countless individuals had perished trying to bridge that gap. Among the Five Great Sect Leaders, Dongfang Jiu and Nangong had been in the Mahayana Realm for over forty years without advancing to the Tribulation Realm. The other sect leaders had also lingered in the Mahayana Realm for over a decade or two without any progress. Each realm represented a tenfold difference in power; the disparity between the Tribulation Realm and the Mahayana Realm was not merely a matter of strength.
It was no exaggeration to say that a Supreme in the Tribulation Realm was akin to an immortal on earth, capable of controlling storms with a mere gesture, while those at the peak of the Mahayana Realm remained human.
Thus, even if Guo Daozhen and Miao Shengnan joined forces, they could not defeat the figure in black.
I staggered back as the White Robed Man swiftly approached, cutting through the air like a streak of White Shadow. His palm crackled with lightning, illuminating everything as he thrust toward my heart.
I attempted to use Time Walk to evade him but found myself unable to move; somehow, the incantation of the Ghost Gate Secret Technique had activated, pinning me to the ground.
A blinding golden light appeared before me. The White Robed Man was pushed back by a massive Golden Hand, which gripped him tightly. With a sudden squeeze, he exploded in a thunderous blast of white smoke. Amidst that smoke stood a distant figure of a Dao Body, who coughed lightly several times.
The Dao Body of Guo Daozhen emerged from his physical form. He placed a hand on my shoulder, dispelling the restraints on me. "Go protect my physical body. I will handle him."
I leaped to stand beside Guo Daozhen's physical form. If anyone were to harm it now, his Dao Body would gradually dissipate. Even someone as powerful as a Supreme could not contain such an essence within a mortal body.
The White Robed Man turned to face Guo Daozhen. "Daozhen, even if your Dao Body has reached the level of the Supreme Realm, engaging me with it will lead you to certain death within a hundred exchanges. I can defeat you with mutual destruction within ten moves while ensuring you suffer no harm."
Frowning deeply, Guo Daozhen replied, "Who exactly are you? Why do you all speak just like that old man, Old Scholar, from years ago?"
Meanwhile, the figure in black had been pushed to his limits by Miao Shengnan's Phantom Layers, spitting blood in anger as he glared at countless shimmering clones before charging toward me and Guo Daozhen's physical form.
The complete clones of Miao Shengnan attacked the figure in black, but he was enveloped by an overwhelming surge of Void Defense Qi. The strength of these clones was insufficient to harm a being of such caliber.
Suddenly, one shadow broke free from among thousands of clones and unleashed the Flower Washing Sword Technique. Sword energy danced lightly through the air as petals flew forth, slashing toward the figure in black.
"Hmph. You finally came out!" The figure in the black robe suddenly turned back in mid-air, using Transcendent Hand to grasp Miao Shengnan while unleashing Nine Nether Infernal Fire.
Miao Shengnan swung her sword and swiftly retreated. The black-robed man's eyes glowed blood red, having locked onto her. I shouted, "Mind Attack! Protect the Sea of Consciousness!"
The Mind Attack from the Old Scholar was relentless, and the White Robed Man could use it too; surely the black-robed man could as well. So, the moment I saw the blood-red gleam in his eyes, I warned Miao Shengnan to protect her Sea of Consciousness. Humans have six senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and consciousness. To protect the Sea of Consciousness, one only needed to briefly shut down their awareness; even a second could suffice to evade a Mind Attack and avoid neural damage.
But my warning came too late. Miao Shengnan let out a terrible scream as she fell from the sky, caught in the black-robed man's grasp.
The Nine Nether Infernal Fire burned fiercely as the black-robed man concentrated his immense power in his hand. With a sudden squeeze, there was a sickening sound of internal organs rupturing. Miao Shengnan's eyes widened as her life force rapidly dissipated.
The black-robed man let out a hearty and sinister laugh. "If you have the ability, then jump again for the Old Man!"
Countless illusions vanished, leaving Miao Shengnan lying alone on the ground, her chest heaving, all her internal organs shattered and blood streaming from her seven orifices.
"I will kill you!" I summoned the Evil Weapon from my Qi Sea, disregarding the backlash from Injury of the Dao, and swung my sword at the black-robed man.
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