Chapter 42: The Heavens Did Not Give Birth to Me, Li Chungang; the Sword Dao Has Been Like a Long Night for Ten Thousand Ages

Peach Blossom Island.

At this moment, Lao Wantong was circling around, relying on movement techniques that seemed to have no pattern at all, and the Camouflage Suit.

The Camouflage Suit was positioned as a marksman, skilled with projectile weapons, yet all sorts of weapon transformations failed to take down Lao Wantong.

He was even teased by Lao Wantong with a few small gestures, such as a pat on the head or a kick to the backside!

This caused him to lose a great deal of face, but if one were to discard thermal weapons, the Camouflage Suit was truly no match for Lao Wantong.

The Blond Man could not watch any longer and said:

"Don't waste time, finish him."

Hearing this, the Pale Man walked out. Unlike the Camouflage Suit man, the Pale Man was, as the name suggests, pale-faced, his entire body radiating a cold, sinister aura.

At the same time, he wore a large trench coat, his entire body wrapped within it.

Whoosh!

The Pale Man used Teleportation, his speed extremely fast, leaving behind an afterimage as he appeared in front of the Camouflage Man.

Seeing this, the Camouflage Man took a step back.

"Another one comes; what skills do you have?" Lao Wantong asked curiously, not realizing the severity of the problem at all.

"Lao Wantong, be careful. They are Reincarnators, their strength is full of Weirdness."

Behind, Huang Rong spoke up to warn him. Now that the group members had not arrived, she could only hope that Lao Wantong could hold on for a while longer.

"Reincarnators? What kind of things are they?" A look of confusion appeared in the depths of Lao Wantong's eyes.

And upon hearing Huang Rong's words, the five Reincarnators also revealed looks of shock.

Isn't Huang Rong an NPC, a native of this plane? How could she know about Reincarnators?

"Huang Rong, how do you know our identities?"

The Blond Man asked coldly, his gaze fixed directly on her, an invisible pressure sweeping toward her.

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat; she felt as if the sky were collapsing and the earth sinking before her, her legs refusing to obey, about to collapse.

At the critical moment, Huang Rong bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, the intense pain stimulating her brain nerves and bringing her to her senses.

Seeing this, the Blond Man felt surprised; Huang Rong was able to dodge his mental oppression.

However, seeing the wisp of fresh blood overflowing from the corner of Huang Rong's lips, he also understood how she had managed it.

"Azu, capture Huang Rong," the Blond Man said.

The Pale Man nodded; Azu was his name.

"If you want to capture Rong Meimei, you must first get past me."

Although Lao Wantong was a playful old man, he was not a three-year-old child. He could still distinguish between major and minor matters; the people in front of him were definitely bad guys, and even Huang Laoxie had been beaten to the point of near-death.

The Pale Man gave a sinister smile and said:

"Old man, fall down for me."

As he spoke, Azu's pupils revealed a weird, brilliant yellow color, just like a yellow-eyed demon, making one feel uncomfortable.

Seeing these brilliant yellow pupils, Lao Wantong's entire body froze, his soul seeming to drift out of his body, layer upon layer of illusions constantly washing over him.

Whoosh!

The Pale Man Azu used Teleportation again, his speed as fast as lightning, a hand-blade piercing directly through Lao Wantong's chest.

"Lao Wantong!" Huang Rong shouted loudly; she didn't even know what had happened.

Lao Wantong suddenly stopped moving, and then he was stabbed by the Pale Man, falling straight down.

Azu acted as if he had done a trivial thing, pulling out his blood-stained palm and even placing it to his lips to taste a bit, laughing coldly:

"The thing that stabs people in front of them isn't necessarily a knife!"

"A Martial Artist is a Martial Artist after all; under absolute mental suppression, they are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

"Heh."

The Man in Ancient Costume heard this and gave a disdainful smile. Azu was merely a lucky person who had taken advantage of a Bloodline.

A Bloodline has a very large advantage in the early stages, and progress is fast.

But true powerhouses never rely on the power of a Bloodline. Especially Martial Artists; that is a matter of accumulating strength and waiting for the right moment, and their progress in the later stages is far beyond what someone like Azu, who relies on a Bloodline, can compare to.

"Now it's your turn, Huang Rong! Obey obediently, don't put up a futile struggle," Azu said.

"Hmph, even if I die, I will not surrender to you." Huang Rong revealed a stubborn look.

"Azu, use your Hypnosis to ask why she knows of the existence of Reincarnators," the Blond Man ordered.

"Yes."

Azu's pupils released the brilliant yellow light again, treacherous and soul-capturing.

Huang Rong hurriedly closed her eyes, not looking at the Pale Man.

As long as I close my eyes, you cannot hypnotize me.

"..." Seeing this, the Pale Man was somewhat speechless.

The activation condition for Hypnosis is to use the eyes as a medium, making eye contact, thereby influencing the other party's mind to control their body.

He did not expect that Huang Rong would accidentally break his Hypnosis.

If they don't make eye contact, the activation condition cannot be met, and he cannot hypnotize her.

If his Bloodline evolved to the highest realm, he wouldn't need eyes as a medium; a single thought would be enough to control the brain's thoughts, but clearly, the Pale Man Azu did not possess this ability.

There was no other way; in order to obtain information from Huang Rong, Azu could only move to pry her eyes open and then activate Hypnosis.

"Don't come over here!" Huang Rong shouted with her eyes closed.

The group members in the Chat Group who did not participate in the mission were also breaking into a cold sweat for Huang Rong.

The First Extraordinary Woman of the Yin-Yang School: "Damn it, Li Chungang, Morgana, Sect Master Yun, aren't they participating in the mission? Why haven't they arrived yet? Rong Meimei is not going to be able to hold on."

Diviner: "Perhaps... there is a delay..."

Playboy: "May God bless Rong Meimei. It's a pity I didn't participate in the mission, otherwise I would have had to greet the parents of these Reincarnators."

Diviner: "Old Demon King, don't you have many belts and watches over there? Since they're just sitting there anyway, why not gift a few to Huang Rong for an emergency!"

Yan Shuangying suddenly had a brainstorm; it is impossible for Huang Rong to gain power in the short term.

But if she had the Old Demon King's belts and watches, couldn't she transform in minutes and deal with the Reincarnators?

By then, Kamen Rider Huang Rong would surely be famous throughout the myriad worlds!

Demon King Who Never Takes a Loss: "Group Owner, is this appropriate? Is it reasonable?"

Diviner: "It's very reasonable, do one good deed a day! Old Demon King!"

Demon King Who Never Takes a Loss: "Group Owner, you already call me the Old Demon King, yet you ask me to do one good deed a day; isn't this making things difficult for me!"

Diviner: "..., you deserve to take a loss!"

While they were speaking, a sudden change occurred on Peach Blossom Island.

Just as the pale man Azu reached out to grab her, an incomparably sharp Sword Qi slashed out from the Void!

"One Sword, Immortal Kneels!"

Whoosh!

That Sword Qi was like a meteor, moving as the heart desired, filled with a free-spirited and unconventional Sword Intent!

The pale man was caught off guard, and his entire right arm was chopped off cleanly.

"Ah!" Azu let out a miserable scream, his face twisted.

"This is!" Huang Rong's face revealed a look of surprise.

The blonde man, the camouflage-clad man, the man in ancient costume, and the Charm woman all revealed looks of shock once again.

"Who is it!"

"Hahaha!"

"If heaven did not give birth to me, Li Chungang, the Sword Dao would be as long as an eternal night!"

The person had not arrived, but his voice came first.

Suddenly, a dark blue Space Channel appeared behind Huang Rong.

Before everyone's eyes, the disheveled old Sword God Li Chungang, wearing a sheepskin coat and possessing a unique temperament, stepped out and appeared on Peach Blossom Island.

At this moment, Li Chungang had swept away his decadence and looked high-spirited, as if he had lived a second life.

"You are?" Huang Rong looked at the old man before her, somewhat uncertain.

"Girl Rong, this old man is Li Chungang, my Chat Group nickname is Spring and Autumn Sword Deity. I'm not too late, am I?" Li Chungang said loudly.

"Old Li, you're here!"

Huang Rong wept with joy and directly called out the nickname she usually gave to group members.

"Old Li..." Li Chungang was silent.

"Li Chungang?"

The blonde man, the man in ancient costume, and the pale man were all stunned.

Isn't this Shooting Condor? How could there be a Sword God like Li Chungang here!

And this way of appearing, is it reasonable?

Just as they were stunned, Space Channels appeared behind Huang Rong once again, and not just one, but four.