Chapter 68: 66 The Interrupted Bloody Battle

66 The Interrupted Bloody Battle

Before Tang Zhao could appear, the battle erupted suddenly!

Si Liyu had almost transformed into a streak of blood-light; his speed was more than twice as fast as it had been just a moment ago.

The two exchanged dozens of blows in a rapid offensive and defensive display, dazzling to the eyes, and a layer of blood mist was already drifting in the air. Within the blood mist, one could only see their figures swapping; the white-haired person stepped backward, as if intending to slowly withdraw from the range of the blood mist.

"Not enough, not enough—"

Si Liyu murmured repeatedly. As the battle progressed, wounds appeared on his body for no reason, seeping out strands of bright red blood. He attacked frantically while covered in bloodstains, and his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot veins.

A sword grazed the white-haired person's arm as it rushed past; Si Liyu flicked his hand, and the bloodstains on it surged toward the opponent's face.

The blood condensed in mid-air into countless tiny sharp blades, splashing like a rainstorm!

If it were an ordinary person, this move would surely have left their face like a honeycomb, but that white-haired person was different.

He formed a seal with his left hand, and the sword in his hand suddenly conjured a streak of Sword Light, placing it horizontally in front of him. That Sword Light was snow-white and seemed to have a shape, but it flickered so rapidly that its specific form could not be discerned.

Countless blood blades struck the Sword Light, emitting a sizzling sound, followed by countless red shadows seeping out from behind the Sword Light, appearing like the shadows of those previous blood blades, before dissipating from the air like blood-colored foam.

It was as if that Sword Light was not a wall, but a filter, filtering all the blood-water out of the powerful blood blades, leaving behind clusters of Blood Qi that finally dissipated into thin air.

Then, he drew his sword back and struck with a backhand swing; the Sword Light trembled, as if shaking off water droplets after being drenched by rain—

Countless blood blades flew out from the sword, immediately turning into a sky-filling blood mist that rolled back, leaving even Si Liyu unable to advance an inch.

Tang Zhao widened his eyes. This sword move was very strange and seemed to contain some kind of Sword Technique, but he could not discern it, and his Glasses did not seem to allow him to identify the Sword Technique in real-time.

"Not enough—Explode for me!"

"Sss—"

Si Liyu's skin burst open, and countless amounts of fresh blood sprayed out. The blood solidified the moment it left his body, forming individual sharp blood cones; he looked like a hedgehog, clad in armor made of fresh blood.

More, thicker blood mist permeated the surroundings, like dancing red silk.

"Kill!"

Carrying the sky-filling blood mist, Si Liyu lunged forward frantically, the Dharma Artifact in his hand condensed by fresh blood into a Flame Red Spear over a zhang long, stabbing fiercely toward the white-haired person!

The white-haired person seemed startled by his momentum and dodged rapidly to the side, but Si Liyu's body did not turn; he was charging too fast, and the red spear stabbed fiercely into the ground!

Boom!

A large hole was stabbed into the ground, and countless gravel fragments erupted, with sand and stones flying.

Si Liyu pressed the spear into the ground, turned his head, and looked at the white-haired person with a face full of blood and a ferocious expression. He bared his teeth like a wild beast, but within a moment, his white teeth were already stained by fresh blood, submerged in a sea of scarlet.

Tang Zhao was burning with anxiety. Despite Si Liyu's astonishing momentum, which seemed to suppress the white-haired person, Tang Zhao felt something was wrong. Si Liyu's state was already a desperate gamble, and the way the fresh blood flowed looked ominous no matter how one viewed it. Yet the white-haired person was not in any corresponding distress; on the contrary, he seemed quite at ease.

Although he lacked the corresponding experience, Tang Zhao felt by intuition that the white-haired person had likely only truly used one sword move.

The previous blocks, slashes, and stabs were just simple sword moves, no different from the Basic Sword Arts Tang Zhao had mastered. He was far from revealing the fangs unique to a Sword Guest.

Seeing that the situation could take a sharp turn for the worse at any moment, Tang Zhao had already rushed out from his hiding place; his position was right behind the white-haired person, directly facing Si Liyu. If Si Liyu were clear-headed, he should have considered retreating upon seeing Tang Zhao.

But it seemed Si Liyu was not very clear-headed. He appeared not only to look like a wild beast on the outside, but his thinking was also approaching that of a beast; in his scarlet Eye Beads, there was only the white-haired person.

This Dharma Artifact... is it really not of the evil path? Is this blood-bursting state really not something like the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method" mentioned in stories?

"That's enough—"

The white-haired person said: "Lie down for me—"

His lips moved slightly, as if reciting some move, but he did not speak it aloud; at the same time, the seal formed by his left hand changed.

Sword strike—

A streak of snow-white Sword Light came from the Void, detached from the sword body, and slashed straight at the blood mist!

That Sword Light was too fast; it seemed to change shape in the air, but before anyone could see it clearly, it had already reached Si Liyu in the blink of an eye.

Si Liyu's reaction was still very fast; his Blood Sword blocked the Sword Light, but the Sword Light was like thin paper, split in two by the blood-color and scattered into the blood mist.

Si Liyu's whole body shook, as if he had frozen in mid-air. The constantly drifting blood mist also experienced a moment of stagnation.

"Get... get away!" He gripped his sword, squeezing a few words through his teeth, but he did not attack frantically again, as if he had encountered some obstacle.

"I told you to lie down—Sword Technique—Lost Soul!"

Another streak of Sword Light slashed down. This time, Si Liyu's hand moved slightly, and he actually did not block it, getting swept up by the Sword Light.

He did not suffer any injury, or rather, covered in blood as he was, injuries were not visible; only those eyes covered in blood-film suddenly lost their focus.

Thump, his body fell.

Tang Zhao was speechless. Although he had long felt this would happen, it was too fast. A battle of Sword Techniques truly comes and goes quickly; to an onlooker, it is very inexplicable.

He was suddenly startled, realizing that he was in danger; the position he had reached to warn Si Liyu was already too exposed.

And after the white-haired person won, he only needed to turn his head...

Suddenly, the white-haired person seemed to sense something; his white hair moved slightly, and his neck had already shifted.

Must go back, no, lie down on the spot...

As he instinctively made a judgment, a great force surged from behind, pressing him down.

Black Widow? His first thought arose.

He heard a familiar voice whisper in his ear: "Sword Technique—Forced Concealment!"

Wei Zhangle!

Tang Zhao, while surprised, felt a sense of relief in his heart. Turning his head, he saw Wei Zhangle lying beside him, one hand pressing him down, and the other holding that "Disappearance" Dharma Artifact.

In other words, was he currently in a state of Disappearance?

Could he enjoy the state of the Disappearance sword method even without holding the Dharma Artifact?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Wei Zhangle whispered: "Brother Zhao, don't move, wait for him to leave."

Tang Zhao was astonished; he remembered that in the state of Disappearance, one could speak and even move right under someone's nose. But he immediately thought that the white-haired person right in front of them was a true Sword Guest, a powerful enemy they had never encountered before. And Wei Zhangle was not even a Loose Practitioner, had not practiced any Mysterious Technique, and could not even be called a qualified Dharma Swordsman.

Would this vast difference in cultivation realms erase the magic of the sword method?

There was no mistake before them; the white-haired person did not even turn his head back, but instead swung his sword at Si Liyu, who had fallen to the ground.

With a flash of Sword Light, Si Liyu vanished.

Tang Zhao widened his eyes, his breathing even coming to a halt.

Immediately after, the white-haired person frowned, raised his sword, and with a thud, threw Si Liyu back onto the ground.

"Too heavy." He grabbed Si Liyu casually and said with great disdain, "I hope you are worth a higher price." With Si Liyu in one hand and the Time Jar in the other, he walked slowly toward the mountain.

Only after he vanished into the night did Tang Zhao heave a sigh of relief; he wanted to get up, but noticed Wei Zhangle was not moving, so he asked with his eyes, but Wei Zhangle likely did not see and continued to lie on the ground waiting.

After waiting for a full hour, Wei Zhangle finally let go and said, "It seems he has truly left."

Tang Zhao was secretly impressed; Wei Zhangle truly carried caution to the end, eliminating any possibility of a mishap.

He slowly crawled up and said, "Why did you come? Didn't you leave with the Land Inspection Division?"

Wei Zhangle said, "Today happened to be a rest day, and Lord Xing took many officials to carry out a mission. Teacher Si happened to be free, so I asked Teacher Si to bring me back to see you. As it turned out, we saw that white-haired person enter your room and then come out, so we hurried to check on you, only to find you were gone. Teacher Si chased after him at the time, and since I am slower, I followed behind and just arrived."

Tang Zhao patted him; given Wei Zhangle's extreme caution, even with a Disappearing Artifact in hand, it was not easy for him to take the initiative to chase such a powerful enemy.

He explained, "You misunderstood; I wasn't taken by him, I left with the Manor Master. It was fortunate the Manor Master brought me out, otherwise, if I had fallen into the hands of that Sword Guest, the outcome would have been unpredictable. But it ended up harming Teacher Si. Now Teacher Si has been captured by him."

He had a few choices now; after a moment of contemplation, he decided he should definitely Ask Black Widow.

The two arrived at Black Widow's hiding spot, only to find she was already gone; they looked at each other, and Tang Zhao realized, "She has already forgotten about me, so naturally she wouldn't wait for me." The two had been lying in the grass for over an hour, and Black Widow had long since run off.

"Do you think she will go back to report the news?"

"She probably will; Teacher Si being captured is a major matter. But whether she reports it or not doesn't matter; before we chased after them, we released Communication Fireworks, and there are marks along the way. Other officials will naturally track us down when they return, but until they return, there is certainly no support."

Tang Zhao nodded; it seemed there was no need to make a special trip to report the news: "I will follow that Sword Guest. You..."

He wanted to say you can go back first, but felt there was no need to say such things.

Wei Zhangle said, "I will naturally go with you. Are you going to save Teacher Si?"

Tang Zhao said, "Yes, and perhaps another friend as well."