Chapter 603: Changing Masters

Sunset Manor

When that dark, chaotic, giant Turtle Shell was shattered and the various auras inside puffed out like a deflated balloon, the crowd participating in the attack let out cheers.

Even the Fuhu Manor Master, who had only been lending a hand and had actually been secretly holding back much of his strength, felt greatly relieved to see the success and couldn't help but raise his hands to cheer along with Liu Shusheng beside him.

In the sky, Xin Ying, who had been the main force of the attack, said with some confusion: "Manying, was it really us who pushed it over? Why do I feel like we didn't have that much power?"

Manying was also somewhat confused; it had previously used a great deal of strength to push, but because Yinglang was blocked, they were unable to draw power from Yingze as they usually did, so the power they could mobilize was limited.

It had pushed a few times and realized the Turtle Shell was truly as hard as a turtle's shell; to shatter the Sacrificial Array relying solely on the strength of themselves, the Abyss Envoys, and the survivors below would certainly not be a task for a single day, and by then they would surely only be collecting corpses.

But somehow, a powerful force had suddenly come from nowhere, carrying their full-strength strike and erupting with incredible power, actually shattering the Turtle Shell in one go.

Even though Manying was clever, it could never have guessed that this was the work of a certain Golden Crow who did good deeds without leaving a name, so it just shook its head and said: "Who knows? Perhaps the Turtle Shell reached its limit."

Immediately after, they all looked down at the ground; at this moment, the scene inside the shell was revealed to everyone, and even Xin Ying felt: "It's too miserable."

The broken walls and ruins below looked as if they had been hammered once more; not even a decent stone or wooden board could be found, only a pile of rubble and wood chips.

Countless severed limbs and various liquids were exposed among the wood and stone Fragments. They should have been red, white, or yellowish-green, but because of the filter of Wangliang Mountain, they were only various shades of gray. A suffocating, putrid stench rushed toward them in the air.

Even for those who had been killed instantly when the stands collapsed, less than two hours had passed; they should have just begun to stiffen and certainly shouldn't have been rotting. But most of them had died after their lifespans were drained, so they were already completely decayed at the time of death. The Sacrificial Array had been running at full power continuously, not only draining the lifespans of each person but also the lifespans of their entire organs, flesh, and even cells, causing them to rot completely from the inside out, without a trace of vital energy.

The smell of hundreds of people completely rotting was truly overwhelming and pervasive, suppressing even the scent of blood. It was something no one could endure.

The Fuhu Manor Master had just cheered once when he was knocked over by that stench, pinching his nose and retreating repeatedly.

After retreating a long way, his stomach was still churning and nausea kept rising; he knew it was impossible for him to go up and save anyone, so he turned to look for any White-haired Swordsman or sword slave he could pull over to do the work.

Looking closely, there were only a few people scattered in the arena, and those who were there were just Manor Masters who had luckily escaped; there were hardly any white-haired people. The once-crowded arena had become as desolate as a disaster area after a flood had receded.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind: "Is Wangliang Mountain going to be empty this time? Many manors have lost their Masters; are those dog slaves going to revolt?"

As soon as he thought of this, he remembered that his own sword slaves were also revolting, and he didn't know how many more would run away in this short time; he couldn't help but feel a wave of irritability, thinking that staying here was meaningless and he might as well go home early, otherwise he might find himself homeless upon returning.

But how was he to go back?

When they came, everyone had been brought by Lord Panying using the Shadow Corridor Bridge, but he hadn't brought a Shadow Corridor Bridge himself; was he supposed to walk down on his own two legs? By the time he got down, wouldn't the opportunity have long passed?

Right, this was the Second Tier; their Fuhu Manor was also on the Second Tier, so he could walk back.

Truly, having stayed at the foot of the mountain for too long, he had forgotten that his base camp was actually on the mountain.

He would borrow a carriage from Sunset Manor; he hadn't been used to walking for these many years.

At this time, Liu Shusheng nudged him and said: "Look over there."

The Fuhu Manor Master turned his head to look and saw a group of white-haired people gathered in the distance; they were clearly all sword slaves and Sword Guests.

He was overjoyed; if there were White-haired Swordsmen, he could naturally order them around, and he wouldn't have to do the work himself, so he hurried over.

As for the fact that there were many people over there while he was only one person, and with Liu Shusheng only two, he hadn't considered whether he would get beaten up for going over to give orders—

Isn't it only natural for a Manor Master like me to order a few sword slaves around?

Even if they aren't my sword slaves, they can't resist my orders, can they?

Walking closer, he realized that it wasn't one wave of white-haired people gathered there, but two, and they were confronting each other.

It was actually the people from Sunset Manor and Changfa Manor confronting each other!

One would say that since Changfa Manor had fewer people and Sunset Manor had more and was on their home turf, they should have had the upper hand, but in fact, the YoungMaster of Changfa Manor was leading a mere few White-haired Swordsmen, surrounding a dozen or so people from Sunset Manor including Wu Shayu, pointing fingers and almost spraying spit onto Wu Shayu's face, spraying the old man so much he couldn't lift his head:

"I say, Old Wu, you're too lacking in class. Wasn't it agreed that the winner becomes the Second-tier Manor and the loser gets lost? Now you've lost two matches in a row, so you've lost completely, right? And yet you, you're quietly trying to sneak into the residence? Why are you trying to enter my residence? Are you in such a rush to pack your things? There's no rush for a moment; you should at least properly admit defeat to me before leaving."

Wu Shayu's face was livid and he couldn't say a word; instead, his confidant Xing Qing gritted her teeth and blocked the front, saying: "Manor Master Changfa, please do not go too far. My Master..."

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by the YoungMaster, who scolded: "Your Master, my foot! I won, so this house, the courtyard, the gold, the silver, and all of you sword slaves are mine. Wu Shayu can just get lost empty-handed for all I care. The fact that I didn't strip his clothes off and make him roll away with his bare bottom is because I have a kind heart. How are you talking to your Master?"

Xing Qing stammered: "Losing only means losing the manor; how can you lose the people too? No... I've never heard of this rule..."

The YoungMaster sneered: "Never heard of it? You have now. Ha, have you forgotten how this old thing changed his orders every day, with a new broken rule every day? He was allowed to bully others with his power back then, so I'm allowed to be absolute now. Because I won. What right does a loser have to speak? Or did I misunderstand, and you haven't admitted defeat at all? If that's the case, come, come, let's compete in a third match. Just the two of us, one-on-one; if you win against me, I'll count it as your win, how about that?"

Xing Qing was flustered and at a loss, having to look at Wu Shayu first; Wu Shayu didn't speak, so she had to look around, and upon seeing the Fuhu Manor Master, she pleaded: "Fuhu Manor Master, you and our Master have always been on good terms; please say a word of justice."

Jin Wu heard this, turned his head, and happened to see the Fuhu Manor Master, saying: "Ah, Brother Fuhu, you've come at the right time. You judge this."

The Fuhu Manor Master had indeed met this YoungMaster at the wine parties that had lasted for several days at the foot of the mountain, where he had also been a guest of honor. Everyone had been drinking until they were flushed and hot, naturally very close, with arms around each other's shoulders; the posture had been closer than that of real brothers.

Of course, after sobering up, all of this didn't count, and all sentiments were forgotten.

But—who told him that the person he hated most right now was the Sunset Manor Master?

In his heart, he had long since concluded that everything was a conspiracy by this old thing Wu Shayu, and of course, in reality, he wasn't wrong about him for the most part.

Therefore, he pointed at Wu Shayu and said: "So you old thing were still thinking of sneaking away? Don't run; if you lose and don't acknowledge the debt, then don't blame us for being impolite. Wait for your death, you old thing! 'Sunset Manor Master', I think today I shall shoot down this old crow of yours!"

The YoungMaster was furious upon hearing this and glared at the Fuhu Manor Master. The Fuhu Manor Master didn't notice, and even if he had, he would have been baffled.

Wu Shayu's expression changed slightly; he suddenly pressed an armrest, and a thin line shot toward the sky—

Seeing him make a move, the Fuhu Manor Master immediately drew his sword; he had actually wanted to go up and hack Wu Shayu just a moment ago, but there were over a dozen Sword Guests around Wu Shayu, so he hadn't dared to act.

After standing by in full battle array for a long while, he saw that line shoot into the sky, fly several yards, and then... fall to the ground.

The Fuhu Manor Master didn't dare to relax in the slightest: perhaps this was some kind of Sword Art? What if it could turn into a fire dragon or something after falling to the ground?

But immediately after, he saw the expression on Wu Shayu's face, which looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Could it be that the Sword Art had failed?

The Fuhu Manor Master was encouraged, let out a loud shout, and charged forward, only to see Wu Shayu press some other mechanism, and the wheelchair zoomed away, flying off with him in it.

The speed at which he flew was extremely fast, almost catching up to Flying by sword, so much so that the Fuhu Manor Master had a thought: Could this guy's Sword Image be this wheelchair?

But he remembered that the Sunset Master's Sword Image was the She Ri Bow?

The Fuhu Manor Master roared: "Dare to run? Chase!"

He roared very sternly, but he remained planted on the ground and didn't move a step.

Jin Wu also remained in place, but the other Sword Guests of Sunset Manor were scrambling to chase after him; at this moment, Jin Wu went up and blocked them with his hand: "When your Master ran away, he didn't take you, which means he abandoned you. Now I am the rightful Master of Sunset Manor; I order you to stop."

His blocking wasn't forceful, and he didn't use any Sword Art, but the effect was obvious. The Sword Guests stopped one after another; even the most loyal Xing Qing hesitated for a moment before stopping in conflict.

The Fuhu Manor Master was overjoyed; now that the situation had reversed, Wu Shayu was alone and his side had strength in numbers, wasn't the advantage obvious? Why not strike now? He hurriedly shouted: "Brother, don't let the old thing run!"

Jin Wu said very calmly: "No rush, let's see where he can run to."

The Master of Subduing Tigers realized. He saw Wu Shayu flying in the sky, suddenly pulling out a bow from who knows where, drawing the bow and shooting an arrow, the arrow shooting down toward the ground—

That was the statue of "Ghost Sea Sunset"!

The plaza in front of Sunset Manor had been completely renovated, yet the statue remained untouched; anyone who entered Sunset Manor would see the statue at first glance.

Precisely because it was too conspicuous, no one had noticed the mystery within it.

The arrow did not hit the sun, but fell straight into the pitch-black swamp.

As the arrow fell in, a whirlpool immediately appeared on the surface of the swamp water, as if it were a gateway, just barely large enough for a person to pass through.

Wu Shayu kicked off in mid-air, abandoned his wheelchair, and threw himself into the whirlpool.

Immediately following, the whirlpool began to undergo Disappearance, and in the blink of an eye, more than half had already vanished, leaving only a tiny ripple.

The Master of Subduing Tigers hurriedly said, "The old thing is going to run!"

Jin Wu laughed and said, "He cannot run." He reached out and grabbed from the Void, seemingly catching a thin line, and pulled hard to drag it back.

In an instant, the sound of Wu Shayu yelling and cursing came from the swamp; the old fellow was like a fish that had swallowed the bait, hooked by a fishing line, and was forcibly dragged out from the swamp!