Chapter 1068: Weng Faluos 3.1 (114)

"Be careful."

Xiadie raised her left hand, continuously releasing a substance like black mud from her hand, just as it was about to take shape, the black-robed swordsman slowly lifted his left hand and pointed at Xiadie.

"One strike."

In midair, a pallid phantom suddenly tore open, like an arrow released from a bow, and in an instant it slashed toward Xiadie!

The sickle in Xiadie's hand had not yet coalesced when it was shattered by a single blow, and she was sent flying. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xing's sharp eyes and quick hands stepped forward with a quick stride and steadied Xiadie.

Almost simultaneously with the first strike came the second, aimed at Ti'an on Xing's right; fortunately Ti'an reacted in time, her wings swiftly rising, and in the blink of an eye she barely dodged the sword… yet she was still blown far back by the aftershock.

The black-robed swordsman slowly drew his long sword from his palm; the blade's light was cold and clear as the moon:

"Three strikes… enough."

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Is it wrong to seek encounters in the dungeon?

At the moment the first strike fell, Weierfu shut his eyes tightly; the sword's speed was such that he felt certain death.

Out of instinct, he still tilted his head back slightly.

Of course, that sword would not naturally cut their necks through the canopy, yet it still made the adventurers feel a chill on their necks, and they instinctively touched their own necks.

My head… is it still there?

"What a fast sword."

Bei'er's face turned pale as his right hand instinctively moved to his sword sheath. He never imagined that this Heichi monster would be so powerful, vastly different from the dead monsters on the ground.

It was like comparing a trained adult to a toddler learning to walk—utterly worlds apart.

"Is he the master of Heichi? The hidden hand spreading Heichi behind the scenes?" Hesitiya instinctively clung to Bei'er's arm, leaning her head against him, "…I feel his aura is even more terrifying than that of the Conflict Titan; will Bai'er and the others be a match for him?"

"No… High God, I think if it's a one‑on‑one fight, only Danheng transforming into the Dragon Sovereign would have a chance, and he'd also need to occupy the ocean's advantage; perhaps then he could be killed. Wandi might be able to hold him off, but he'd die many times…"

Bei'er wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "…Finally, we just need to gather all the Demigods and Golden Descendants, set a trap, and jointly surround him; if we could get Aglaea's aid, perhaps we could pull it off."

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"Who exactly are you…?"

Xiadie, having recovered, immediately condensed her weapon.

However, he had no intention of answering. All that could be seen was him raising his long sword; instantly, four phantoms appeared to his left and right, like asuras forged from sword intent, standing in grim array.

Just as before, when these shadows attacked Xiadie and Ti'an, each seemed to possess its own will, and in an instant they all surged forward together, the assault wild and violent as a raging storm.

There's actually someone this strong within Heichi?

Xing gripped his bat tightly; in an instant, piercing sword qi filled all directions, leaving no opening for a counterattack. He could barely block, exhausted from the relentless swordplay, retreating step by step.

"So strong… what Se xis said is true…"

Mimi was sweating buckets in anxiety: "Where is she? Isn't the kindling ready yet?"

Moreover, this was only the attack of the opponent's phantoms; after Xiadie barely blocked dozens of blows, she suddenly saw the true form of the black-robed swordsman flick into view out of nowhere.

"With your soul's breath… offer it to the fire."

Xiadie's face changed drastically: "Oh no…!"

All they heard was a rising and falling hum, and the sword shadows from all directions instantly converged into one.

The black-robed swordsman's speed instantly multiplied several times; in a flash, his sword shadows whirled about, and in an instant he slashed dozens of times at both of them. The sharp trembling of the blade sounded like a steel wire buzzing, as if it wanted to drill into everyone's ears.

Xiadie's weapon instantly shattered; Xing could no longer resist, his whole body knocked back dozens of steps, his arms going numb in waves.

The black-robed swordsman's left hand hovered empty, and a white ceremonial sword as bright as the full moon appeared out of thin air in his grasp—but just as he raised the blade, his killing intent poised to coalesce—

"Pfft——!"

A hand wielding azure flames pierced through his chest without warning!

The azure-blue flames instantly erupted, like the hellish inferno consuming him in an instant! Moreover, a heaven‑shaking explosion erupted around the Enlightenment Throne, sending stones flying and shockwaves surging; the very top of the Holy Tree trembled slightly from this sudden turn of events.

Yet the black-robed swordsman reacted with astonishing speed; before the azure flames could explode, he forcibly broke free of Nakesia's control, leaping to a distant open space. This sudden heavy blow seemed to wound him badly as well, and he dropped to one knee, clutching his chest.

"Hehehe… couldn't finish him off in one strike…"

As the smoke and dust slowly cleared, Nakesia rose from the throne, supporting his forehead. In a low laugh, his voice merged and overlapped with Se xis's, as if two souls were resonating within the same body.

"Indeed, you are no ordinary person."

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Original God.

"So handsome——!"

Furina sprang up from the sofa, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with intense excitement, as if cheering the climax of an opera.

Nakesia's strike was simply perfect! Quick! Press the advantage while he's unable to retaliate!

Yet the private box of the theater troupe on the table was dead silent; the applause she'd expected never came. Furina stared for a moment, then slowly turned her head to look at Clorinde and Navia across the table.

All that could be seen was Clorinde's brow furrowed, her face grave, making one think of storm clouds gathering overhead; Furina's relieved heart leapt back up to her throat in an instant.

"What… what's going on?"

Clorinde slowly shook her head: "Although Nakesia's strike just now luckily landed, it didn't inflict much damage on him."

Furina hastily turned her gaze back to the canopy; she saw the black‑clad swordsman kneeling on one knee, his massive chest wound healing at a visible speed, the charred flesh scorched by the azure flames being refilled with fresh tissue in the blink of an eye, restored to normal.

"Is… is he an Abundance Aberration? He just won't die?"

"If even a combined strike from Se xis and Nakesia can't kill him… what must we do? Do we have to blow his head apart?" Navia said solemnly, "…but given his skill, that's nearly impossible."

Clorinde narrowed her eyes slightly and extended two fingers: "According to my speculation, there are two possibilities: first, his body has been deeply affected by Heichi's power, so the position of his heart is no longer his weak point. There may be some weakness inside him, but it must be in a very hidden spot."

"Second, perhaps this body isn't his true self at all; his real body may lie within Heichi, and this form he now wears is merely a projection of his true self."