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Xunuo felt that the secret path was not a good idea; knowing this matter had become difficult to resolve. He decided against hiring a carriage and turned to stride out of the city gate, heading west. Two figures in white followed him with cold laughter, rising to pursue him.
As he walked, Xunuo pondered: this White-Clad Elder must be the helper the white-clad youth sought for revenge. He believed that no one should know he had come out this time, and encountering them here was merely a coincidence. If he hadn’t run into them today, these two might have used the name of the Heavenly Shadow Sect to directly seek him out at Wuhua Mountain. Whether Wuhua Sect could withstand the pressure from Heavenly Shadow Sect for his sake was uncertain. If Wuhua Sect couldn’t hold up against Heavenly Shadow Sect and handed him over, it would be a dead end for him. However, even if Wuhua Sect managed to protect him this time, what would happen when Heavenly Shadow Sect applied even greater pressure next time? Would Wuhua Sect still be able to safeguard themselves? Relying on his speed, Xunuo felt somewhat confident he could escape with his life. But escaping today would only postpone the danger until tomorrow.
After a moment's thought, Xunuo decided to confront these two and settle things once and for all. If he lost, he would truly be on the run for his life. There was no way he could return to Wuhua Sect. However, if he could kill these two, he would be safe—at least for the short term. No one would connect the lives of such experts with his own.
With this in mind, Xunuo left the Main Road and headed into the forest. After a while, he began to run frantically. The two pursuing him saw Xunuo desperately fleeing and had no doubt they were hot on his trail.
Xunuo ran for about an hour until he reached a cliff, stopping as if he had nowhere else to go. The White-Clad Elder stood calmly across from him, blocking his escape route while looking down at Xunuo with disdain.
After a moment, the white-clad youth caught up, panting heavily. He first greeted the White-Clad Elder respectfully as "Master" before glaring fiercely at Xunuo and saying, "You probably didn’t expect today would come. It’s truly a narrow road for enemies; I thought capturing you at Wuhua Mountain would involve some twists and turns, but you’ve delivered yourself right to us."
Xunuo rolled his eyes and replied, "We have some grievances between us, but it doesn’t need to escalate into a sect conflict."
The white-clad youth spat disdainfully, "Your little Wuhua Sect is nothing but a joke in my Heavenly Shadow Sect's eyes; how dare you speak of sect conflicts? It’s laughable."
Xunuo retorted mockingly, "If it weren’t for sect conflicts, would you have come looking for me at Wuhua Sect without waving the banner of Heavenly Shadow Sect?"
The white-clad youth sneered back, "We came here for personal matters; I had no intention of dragging Heavenly Shadow Sect into this or pressuring your Wuhua Sect. Just my master alone could flatten your Wuhua Mountain without difficulty."
Xunuo considered this briefly before his expression turned icy. "Since you’ve come specifically for me, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you two. Which one of you wants to die first—the useless one or the old man? Or will you both come at me together?"
The white-clad youth shouted angrily, "I don’t need anyone else to deal with you! Our grudge is something we should settle ourselves. Last time I let you off easy; this time I’ll make sure to take double in return."
"Xunuo's earlier words were meant to provoke these two. Seeing the white-clad youth fall for the bait, he let out a loud laugh and dropped the burden from his back onto the ground. 'If I can hit you once, I can certainly hit you twice. Today, if I don't teach you a lesson that you'll remember, then it won't serve to make you learn.'
The white-clad youth's face instantly flushed red at these words. He drew his long sword with a flick of his wrist and angrily retorted, 'Don't think you can just use your tongue here; I'll cut off your tongue first!'
Xunuo sneered, 'I fear you might not have the ability to do that.'
With one hand, he slapped the sword sheath and drew out his long sword.
Across from him, the White-Clad Elder's eyes gleamed with intensity. Suddenly, he said, 'Azure Edge.'
The white-clad youth felt an oppressive chill and fixed his gaze on the treasured sword in Xunuo's hand. 'Could it be the legendary weapon of the Wuhua Sect, Azure Edge? How could it possibly be in your hands?'
Xunuo chuckled and replied, 'This sword hasn't tasted blood in a long time; it's a pity to use it on you.'
The white-clad youth's expression grew colder. Before he could speak, the White-Clad Elder spoke in a deep voice, 'Be careful; anyone who can wield Azure Edge in the martial world must possess some skills. You might not be able to handle it.'
The white-clad youth's expression darkened further. He turned and bowed respectfully, saying, 'Master, please do not stop me. If I cannot avenge this grievance personally, I will find it hard to eat or sleep peacefully.'
The White-Clad Elder sighed and said, 'Be cautious and do not rush in.'
As he spoke, he took a step forward.
The elderly figure let out a breath and turned to point at Xunuo. 'Since you willingly offered your treasure, I'll grant you a quick end.'
With that, he thrust his sword forward."
Xunuo glanced at the figure before him, who had unleashed a Five Points Sword Flower, and felt a twinge of surprise. The last time they had fought, the white-clad youth had struggled to control his Inner Strength, yet now he seemed to have made significant progress.
Xunuo responded with his own Sword Flower, but it was a One Flower Four Points. He retreated slightly to evade the strike.
The white-clad youth, seeing that Xunuo could also execute a Sword Flower, was surprised but ultimately felt that his own swordsmanship was superior. He pressed the attack with relentless sword light.
Xunuo found himself on the defensive, using three and four-point Sword Flowers to counter the barrage, but soon enough, gaps began to appear in his defense. He could only retreat step by step, visibly struggling to keep up. Occasionally, Xunuo would launch a counterattack, but it was quickly met with a retaliatory strike from his opponent. Gradually, he fell into a passive stance, retreating further away from the White-Clad Elder.
Worried that if he retreated any further, the White-Clad Elder would close in on him, Xunuo thought to himself that this must be the moment. Suddenly, he halted and turned back, thrusting his sword forward.
The white-clad youth was caught up in the heat of battle and prepared to deliver a decisive blow when he saw a three-flower Sword Flower coming straight at him. Startled, he shouted as the distance between them closed too quickly for him to dodge; he could only brace himself for impact.
Watching from the sidelines, the White-Clad Elder cursed under his breath at the sudden turn of events and rushed in like an arrow to provide support. However, instead of intercepting Xunuo's Sword Flower, he aimed directly at Xunuo himself, employing a strategy of attacking to save.
As Xunuo executed his strike, sensing that his momentum was faltering, he caught sight of the White-Clad Elder amidst a flurry of sword light closing in on him. He thought regretfully: what a pity.
He had no choice but to retract his sword and create a swirling Sword Flower to shield himself before retreating hastily.
Once Xunuo was forced back by the White-Clad Elder, the elder turned his attention to the white-clad youth. He noticed that the front of the youth's clothing was soaked with blood. Fear filled the youth's eyes as his lips trembled; it seemed he was murmuring something.
The White-Clad Elder acted swiftly, sealing several of the youth's acupoints to stop the bleeding. He then placed a pill in the youth's mouth. Looking up at Xunuo, there was no sign of anger or surprise on his otherwise expressionless face.
At this moment, Xunuo's heart raced with tension.
Finally managing to eliminate one opponent—albeit one who merely served as a distraction—he realized that even a small lapse in focus against such an unfathomable master could lead to dire consequences. Yet that last thrust from the White-Clad Elder had left Xunuo unable to discern how many sword lights were aimed at him. All he felt was an overwhelming sense of helplessness against the myriad of sword lights surrounding him.
Xunuo was aware of his current strength and felt confident in unleashing three to five Sword Flower techniques. However, attempting to conjure a Six Flowers technique was not something that could be achieved overnight. The sword strike from the White-Clad Elder just now was certainly beyond the capability of One Sword, Three to Five Flowers to withstand.
At present, only by employing the One Flower technique at seven points, combined with the Seven Star Soul Locking Sword, did he have a chance to block the White-Clad Elder. Beyond that, it would come down to a contest of Inner Strength. The one who could endure longer would be the ultimate victor.
The White-Clad Elder stared at Xunuo for a moment before saying, "If you take your own life now, I will spare the Wuhua Sect."
Xunuo looked at him and asked, "Do you possess the supreme Sword Light Divergence technique?"
The White-Clad Elder replied, "Is it impossible to kill you without the Sword Light Divergence technique?"
Xunuo gradually regained his composure and coldly responded, "Without the Sword Light Divergence technique, you lack the qualification to make such statements; uttering them only invites ridicule."
A hint of warmth finally appeared on the White-Clad Elder's face. He said casually, "It has been a long time since anyone has spoken such wild words to me. I will carry your head and ascend Wuhua Mountain, allowing you to witness the destruction of Wuhua Sect because of you."
With that, a flash of sword light erupted as countless beams of light surged toward Xunuo. He swiftly turned his body, meeting the oncoming wave of sword light with his own.
The White-Clad Elder gasped, "Sword Light Divergence."
His voice was sharp and brief; afterward, like a startled bird, he leaped backward in retreat.
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