Chapter 287

Boom—boom—boom—

Various magical treasures and implements flew across the sky; each blast inevitably caused buildings to collapse in sections, and the spiritual energy kept surging without rest.

On the Hall of Three Purity, the 'green-clad' fell one after another, but hundreds of 'white-clad' fearlessly kept flashing in to attack; even if they couldn't kill the sect's Primordial Dan experts, wounding or repelling them was easy.

Most terrifying was that 'silver-clad' figure, the last of the silver-clad, who actually employed ancient arcane arts.

Either a sea of fire instantly spread, or a flood rose to the heavens, forcibly blocking the sect's Primordial Dan masters outside the Hall of Three Purity.

Both sides instantly reached a stalemate!

Heng Xian hid behind a broken wall of a house, his gaze sweeping over the sect disciples, that silver-clad figure, and the huge flower, unable to help feeling doubtful.

This lotus flower was simply too large, and it gave an extraordinarily special feeling.

However, he had already obtained two of the three silver-clad tokens; if he got this third one, his greatest fate opportunity would be secured.

He couldn't help but stare intensely at the silver-clad figure.

Boom—boom—

Above the Hall of Three Purity, the two sides kept blasting; gradually, disciples of the fourteen sects in the Primordial Dan Realm began to suffer casualties.

The 'white-clad' and 'green-clad' suffered heavy casualties, corpses littering the ground, though most had not died to the gray-iron sword; they quickly revived and continued leaping up to attack.

Great Expansion Sect's Zhou Zhan Yi, his hair flying loose, roared: 'Disciples below, those without gray-iron swords, repel the green-clad; those with them, prevent the white-clad from reviving!'

Yes!

The numerous lower-ranking disciples immediately assented.

Zhou Zhan Yi again shouted: 'Fellow Primordial Dan brothers and sisters, follow me in the charge!'

Kill!

At that moment, from nearly two hundred Primordial Dan cultivators, thirteen leapt out; together with Zhou Zhan Yi they made fourteen, wrapped in immense killing intent, they rushed straight to the top of the Hall of Three Purity.

In an instant, their aura shot straight to the clouds.

Even though Heng Xian was far away, he felt a jolt to his mind and spirit, and couldn't help but identify them one by one: 'All top of the earth rankings from each sect—Great Expansion Sect's Zhou Zhan Yi, Lingtai Mountain's Poyin, Da Luo Holy Sect's Si Tu Nan Fei, Tianyuan Sect's Bai Lianhua, Divine Blade Palace's Shen Kai, Donghuang Palace's Jiang Wuya, Qingyun Sect's He Bijhi, Ba Wang Sect's Shen Siti, Luoxia Valley's Wan Baolu...'

This list was exactly what Bu Fan gave.

The introduction was quite detailed.

These fourteen were each peerless heavenly talents; even with Heng Xian's discernment, he dared not slight them in the slightest.

Just… Wan Baolu?

This made Heng Xian involuntarily think of a kind of incense.

Boom—

Just then, the hundreds of 'white-clad' on the Hall of Three Purity were scattered by the fourteen's charge.

Meanwhile, that silver-clad figure formed seals with both hands, summoning a vast flock of eerie, terrifying birds that tore the garments of Zhou Zhan Yi and the other thirteen.

But it only shredded their clothes, still unable to block the fourteen's assault.

Si Tu Nan Fei was the first to step onto the Hall of Three Purity's summit, a heavy sword strike sending the silver-clad figure flying.

Watching the silver-clad figure soar high, Heng Xian in the corner felt his heart pound; he sensed that if he didn't act now, he might lose his chance with that silver-clad.

This is the only opportunity!

But, with so many sect masters watching, rushing out would make a calm retreat difficult!

Seeing the silver-clad begin to fall, Zhou Zhan Yi and the fourteen prepared to attack…

'The chance to kill the silver-clad is ninety percent success, ten percent failure; the chance of being surrounded is seventy percent, while the chance of obtaining the token and leaving calmly is at least twenty percent—let's do it!'

Heng Xian glanced at the omen, tapped his foot, shot forward like lightning, wrapping himself in peerless sharp sword light, and in a flash appeared behind the silver-clad.

That silver-clad reacted with extreme sensitivity, preparing to cast a protective spell.

However, Heng Xian was faster; his body strangely split into two, his true self arriving above the silver-clad's head, while the 'peel-skin alien' went beneath it.

Two swords, identical, one above, one below.

Pfft—

Before the silver-clad could unleash its spell, its body was hacked straight into seven or eight pieces, the chunks withered and rotted, and a piece of jade token radiant with myriad auspicious colors fell straight down.

Heng Xian recombined and snatched it up in one hand.

All this sounds lengthy, but it actually happened in an instant.

Heng Xian's ambush method wasn't particularly special, just the same old way, but its advantage lay in being unexpected.

Yet to the hundreds of fourteen-sect disciples present, it looked like—a masked person whooshed into view, then with a 'biu' split into two, chopping the silver-clad to bits.

Such a demonic sneak‑attack style is truly awe‑inspiring.

Not to mention the lower-ranked disciples; even Lin Shuyu, Ji Yaoyue, Yu Qiuyi, Ye Hongxue, Du Qiyue and others were stunned speechless.

Zhou Zhan Yi and the other fourteen likewise looked somewhat astonished.

Seeing Heng Xian execute his combo in one fluid motion, he prepared to flee.

Jiang Wuya and He Bijhi almost simultaneously roared: 'It's the cat‑face man! Stop him!'

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The fourteen moved hundreds of meters in an instant, quickly surrounding Heng Xian on all sides, their spiritual senses spreading out to lock onto him.

Meanwhile, not far off, Yu Qiuyi, Niu Wanli, Jiang Ruyan and other Primordial Dan experts, taking advantage of the silver-clad's death, saw the remaining 'white-clad' and 'green-clad' fall into a dazed state, and they too swiftly encircled Heng Xian from ground and sky.

And Heng Xian, employing his demonic escape, barely reached the edge of the encirclement, only to be stopped by the almost‑spherically plump Luoxia Valley's top earth‑ranking Wan Baolu.

'No passage!' Wan Baolu, wearing loose brown robes, his hair a mess, his single‑eyelid small eyes narrowed, his eyes flashing with sharp light, seemed to do nothing yet firmly blocked a thirty‑meter radius, not even a hamster could get through.

Heng Xian could only step back a few paces.

At this moment, from all directions, heaven and earth, nearly a hundred Primordial Dan masters surrounded him in an airtight blockade.

Such a formation, not to mention a person, even a fly would find it hard to escape.

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling as if he had fallen into that seventy percent chance of a bad prediction!

Yu Qiuyi, Liu Yu and a group of people were especially excited now: "If we still let you escape this time, then whenever we see you in the future we will keep three lodgings away!"

"Hmph!" Jiang Wuya bore that great blade on his shoulder, his face full of killing intent.

He Bizi, Bai Lianhua and others looked on with amused interest.

Zhou Zhan Yi, Si Tu Nan Fei and a few others remained calm-faced, merely blocking the way.

Only Lin Shuyu, Ji Yaoyue, Su Wan'er and a few others had their expressions slightly change.

"Cat-face man" is not really dangerous; the true danger is actually Heng Xian's identity.

At this moment Heng Xian leapt onto an intact rooftop, took in the "Silver Clothes Token", and smiled: "What virtue or ability do I possess, to have the Golden Core experts of all sects act together? It is a blessing of three lifetimes!"

"What nonsense!" Ye Hongxue, deep in resentment, shouted loudly: "Take off your mask!"

Yu Qiuyi also said: "Now that it's come to this, I can't think of any way you could still escape; any secret treasure you have, someone here will have a Dharma treasure to counter it; any cultivation you have, everyone here is at a higher realm than you!"

"Even if you are even smarter, you cannot outwit these several hundred people; what do you say?"

Heng Xian remained silent for more than ten breaths, then nodded and said: "Your analysis is thorough and impeccable, very logical!"

Yu Qiuyi crossed her arms and said: "So what?"

Heng Xian looked at her and said: "So you're showing off your intelligence, you look down on everyone here, you've always thought yourself smart, always trying to do something superior to stand out and highlight your uniqueness!"

Yu Qiuyi's expression changed: "You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? At this time, do you still have the leisure to play a double‑cross scheme?"

"Nobody will fall for his clumsy double‑cross scheme!"

Shen Kai is first on the ground ranking of the Divine Blade Palace, and the fastest‑progressing cultivator among the third‑generation disciples; he also has the handsome, elegant appearance of a refined young gentleman of the turbulent world, giving his words and deeds an indescribable confidence and composure. He glanced lightly at Heng Xian and said: "You have only one choice: take off your mask, reveal your identity; if there are any of your fellow disciples here, you may apologize and that will be enough!"

Wan Baolu narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep, gravelly voice: "Exactly! The first time I've heard of someone raiding a relic while wearing a mask—if you don't take it off within ten breaths, I'll blast your head like a bursting tomato right away!"

Not far away, Ji Yaoyue frowned slightly, struggling to prepare a decision; at this moment, to save someone, there really isn't sufficient reason.

Who would have thought Heng Xian would suddenly clap and say: "Marvelous! With your eloquence, if you went on stage to sing opera, you'd be worth at least ten taels of silver!"

Shen Kai's expression remained bland, as if this mockery couldn't affect him.

Wan Baolu's eyes flashed with killing intent; anyone who knows understands this is his prelude to killing.

At this moment Jiang Wuya coldly said: "Just flapping your lips won't change your fate!"

Heng Xian laughed loudly: "Do you really think I'm just flapping my lips?"

Zhou Zhan Yi coldly said: "You definitely can't sit here discussing the classics and the Dao!"

Heng Xian said: "Of course not, I'm just playing with you all!"

"Bold!"

From all directions, dozens of intimidating pressures suddenly descended.

Heng Xian only felt his shoulders weigh as heavily as a mountain, so he simply planted his hands on his sword.

Zhou Zhan Yi coldly said: "You, a rat who doesn't even dare to take off your mask, who can you play?"

"It's just a mere mask; taking it off or putting it on is up to you—what can you do to me?" Heng Xian chuckled lightly, casually removed the mask, and revealed his true face.

(End of chapter)