Chapter 20: Majestic

Yan Buji chuckles lightly: "You sure are quick at dodging!"

"Hmph, just a test. You really went for the killing blow!"

The sword light flared, and Yan Buji's brows knit tightly.

At this moment, Cao Shangfei was struggling to evade Lin Qun's slashing blade.

Meanwhile, Ling Yan's eyes glittered with specks of starlight, as she strained to activate her bloodline divine purpose.

"Miss, have you discerned anything yet?"

"Uncle Zhong, this external demon… I don't know how his tactics differ from that senior we met before, but his whole body's Qi and blood are indistinguishable!" Ling Yan's brows tightened, thinking it was ominous.

They had given a Xuè Shā Dān to that senior; if that person is him…

Height, build, and blood Qi are all similar…

This is trouble then.

Zhong Shifu also understood the gravity, whispering: "Though the masks differ, since the miss has said so, it's probably the same person. He just didn't strike before, likely because he didn't want to provoke our Líng Jiā."

"But we need to give him trouble…" Ling Yan said with a bitter smile.

"We have to be frank; if the opponent uses the Xuè Shā Dān we gave, Lord Feng's later accountability will be even messier," Zhong Shifu said helplessly.

"Miss, remember, this is solely my doing, unrelated to you! Miss, you must never say you gave the Xuè Shā Dān!" Zhong Shifu quickly added.

"How can that be?!"

"Ah miss, how could you forget we're at least part of the Líng Jiā, and your prospects are great; I, a servant, can take a bit of suffering, it's no problem, while you in the court can handle matters better."

Ling Yan fell silent, then moved by emotion: "Uncle Zhong, I… Lord Feng has so many scouts, he could certainly uncover the truth if he wanted, but whether he chooses to hold someone accountable is another matter. If he refuses and instead escalates, none of us can escape. But I will quickly write a letter home, have my father come, and say a few good words for us!"

"This…"

"Uncle Zhong, this matter is huge; it's not just you and I who can bear it. Moreover, it was my mistake in misjudging people. And in that situation… I think Lord Feng, out of respect for my father's face, won't scrutinize too much."

"Miss, you have your own calculations, that's for the best," Zhong Shifu sighed.

Indeed, the miss has grown up, no longer the naive girl of years past; the old servant can now rest easy.

However, the problem lies here.

Ling Yan concealed her smile, her heart instantly tangled with conflict.

If Lord Feng has already identified this Grand Boss external demon as a remnant of the Blood Flow Sect, catching and killing him would be fine; but if he escapes, it becomes a real trouble.

In any case, let's first observe the battle; Zhang Baitian, the river‑slaying dragon, is no ordinary man, said to be one of the few grandmasters closest to the Heavenly Mortal Realm in the whole jianghu.

If he can defeat the external demon, the matter can be handled.

But if he loses, even Lord Feng's personal intervention may not bring a good outcome.

The scene shifts.

Zhang Baitian has already unleashed over a hundred swords, each time blocked or evaded by Yan Buji, which is truly infuriating.

The key is this guy's external skills have reached a pinnacle; whatever unconventional technique he cultivated somehow emits a faint tiger's roar when he moves, the force is massive and hard to counter, forcing Zhang Baitian to respond indirectly; each time his long sword is blocked, he feels a reverberating force, and by now his right hand's webbing is numb.

Even so, Zhang Baitian still sees no flaw in Yan Buji; instead, Yan Buji seems to stroll leisurely, constantly pressuring himself, narrowing his own attack range.

Even though the mountains and forests are vast, a grandmaster can roughly gauge the combatable range.

Once outside that range, either you can't win and must flee, or you die.

And Zhang Baitian was invited, with the Wu Family promising heavy rewards plus the coveted "Mysterious Accumulated Secret", so there is no talk of fighting and retreating.

Of course, he doesn't want to run!

Losing to this external demon today doesn't mean we can beat it later!

A warrior fights for that very breath!

"External demon, with this sword I can cleave mountains, rivers, sun and moon! Do you dare?!" Zhang Baitian's sword tip glowed brighter, clearly his sword intent was driven to the extreme, even costing his essence blood to fill internal Qi to unleash this move!

Yan Buji's face full of contempt, mocked: "Cleave mountains, rivers, sun and moon? You? Stop gilding yourself; today you and Lin Qun will die!"

Such fine warrior essence blood, perfect for soothing the agitation of my Blood Essence Skill after two months. And they're both grandmaster level; absorbing their essence blood means I won't need to leave Lin Shan Cheng for months.

"Then come at me!!"

As he spoke, Zhang Baitian's sword tip surged to its peak, a subtle ripple like water ripples suddenly spreading from his blade, as if a drop fell onto the river surface. Yet in that instant, a hidden current surged beneath the water!

In just an instant!

That very moment Zhang Baitian released his sword, like a towering wave sweeping all, everything still, and only the blinding white sword light appeared before Yan Buji's eyes.

Yan Buji took a deep breath.

He is indeed a worthy opponent to meet with full force.

To be honest, since mastering the Blood Essence Skill he hasn't faced a decent rival; now Zhang Baitian appears with such swordsmanship, almost divine, so he must give his all!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Buji's whole Qi and blood roared, a tiger‑leopard thunder sound burst from his body outward, echoing all directions! Like a mountain lord awakening, a hundred beasts trembling!

"You, die for me!" Zhang Baitian, ignoring Yan Buji's transformation, knew that if this strike didn't kill him, he would die here himself.

It is precisely with such resolve that one can reach today.

Placed in death's grasp, then reborn!

Yan Buji wore a cold, expressionless stare ahead. His arm muscles tensed, Qi and blood surged, his open palm swiftly clenched into a fist, power gathering at the core of the fist.

Then, he abruptly swung both arms sideways with thunderous force, charging at the opponent! The fists, as hard as steel, bore a fierce wind, smashing into the enemy!

In that instant, Yan Buji seemed to become an immovable mountain; his fists were the ultimate weapon, any obstacle before him would be mercilessly shattered!

Bang!

Boom!

The ground beneath them exploded from their combined force, forming a deep pit, mud and earth splashing, the spectacle terrifying.

At that moment, Zhang Baitian, clutching a broken sword, was blasted from the center, shattering a nearby large tree, then collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes losing color, turning hazy.

Hiss!!

Lin Qun heard the sound and thought it was ominous.

"Everyone, scatter and run!"

What a joke!

Zhang Batian was actually killed in one strike by the outer demon?!

This is impossible!

Lin Qun couldn't believe it, but the next moment he regretted it.

At this moment, Yan Buji had already appeared before him, extending his big palm.

"No..... no!!!"

Lin Qun's Celestial Cap was shattered by Yan Buji, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

The remaining Wu Family guards, seeing this, were also frightened and scattered in all directions; Yan Buji looked at the panting Cao Shangfei:

"Third Boss, bring the person in charge of the Wu Family caravan; I want to see a living person."

"Yes! Grand Boss is mighty!!!" Cao Shangfei shouted.

"Grand Boss is mighty!"

The underlings followed suit, shouting, their voices shaking the heavens.