Chapter 382: Sending You to Meet Him

Eliminate those five mindless ants, Gai Yin's gaze drifted casually toward the nearby clearing soaked with rain and murderous intent.

There, Luoer was locked in a fierce duel with the white‑haired old man, blade light and the strange Blade Aura Rain intertwining within the rain curtain, danger everywhere.

To be honest, Gai Yin didn't want to intervene at all.

What does Luoer's life or death have to do with him? He even enjoyed seeing the somewhat interesting little sidekick beside Yu Lin get a taste of hardship.

But…

He tilted his head slightly, and with the corner of his eye silently swept a glance at the quiet side‑room Wooden Door behind him, which even flickered with a hint of leisurely firelight.

Who would let such a ruthless figure sit behind him—someone he absolutely didn't want to, nor dare to, provoke?

If that guy thought he was "slacking off"… Gai Yin certainly didn't want to experience that soul‑deep intimate exchange again.

"Sigh…" Gai Yin silently sighed in his heart, extremely annoyed.

Immediately, he expressionlessly exhaled a gentle breath toward the center of the battlefield.

The breath seemed light, not even stirring a single raindrop before him.

However, at the instant the breath was expelled—

Hoo—!!!

An indescribable, overwhelming terrifying gale, as if born from beneath Nine Abyss and also from the heavens above, erupted!

It didn't blow horizontally; instead, with a brazen, unreasonable force, it burst outward from that point in all directions, especially upward.

In an instant, the gale roared! Its power far surpassed natural storms, as if a deity wielded an invisible giant fan!

The heavy midnight clouds that shrouded the sky were violently churned, deformed, then torn apart and scattered like rags by the gale.

The torrential rain curtain was instantly blown backward and shattered into fine mist, immediately swept away by the gale to an unknown direction!

Within just a few breaths, centered over the village, the dense cloud layer was ripped open, leaving a massive void!

A bright, unblocked full moon emerged, its cold light like mercury spilling onto the ground, illuminating the Asura field below.

The moonlight fell, bringing an unexpected change—

The countless fine Blade Auras the old man wielded—originally all‑penetrating and maddeningly slashing Luoer—became faintly visible in the moonlight after losing the rain curtain's natural cover and the aid of the gloomy weather.

More crucially, the sudden, strange and powerful gale aftershock disrupted the Blade Aura's originally precise and lethal trajectory!

Countless Forest Cold Blade Qi, as fine as cowhair, were swept into an invisible turbulence and suddenly lost control,

no longer focusing on Luoer, but instead, like genuine raindrops lifted by the gale, scattering in all directions.

Especially the old man himself and the stunned villagers behind him, who hadn't yet grasped the situation, were indiscriminately covered and scattered!

Puff puff puff puff—!

"Ah—!"

"My eyes!!"

"No—!"

Screams, the dull thud of blades into flesh, the faint crack of bones being sliced… instantly replaced the rain, becoming the dominant sound in the arena!

Under the moonlight, a bloody scene unfolded.

The villagers, once fierce, fell in sheets, their bodies erupting with countless fine blood vessels.

Some had limbs severed, some were pierced through vital points, and others, under the dense barrage of Blade Auras, were torn apart like a slow torture, flesh stripped to reveal stark white bones, turning into a mess of shredded meat and limbs!

The old man's Blade Aura Rain, interfered by a mysterious force, back‑fired, instantly slaughtering most of his own men!

A nauseatingly rich scent of blood rose, mingling with the lingering earthiness of rainwater, suffocating.

The old man himself was grazed by several rogue Blade Auras, leaving deep blood wounds down to the bone, but being the strongest, he barely avoided vital spots.

He stared at the nightmarish scene, both shocked and enraged, a storm raging in his heart!

His signature technique, the one that made him famous, had been inexplicably countered and turned against him?!

"Who?! Who is it?!" The old man, clutching his bleeding wound, his beard and hair bristling, eyes bulging, looked around.

"Who's striking?! What's the point of hiding your hand?! Get out here!"

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question, and no one appeared.

The only response was a sudden, icy, bone‑chilling blade flash!

Would Luoer let such a once‑in‑a‑millennium chance slip away?

At the moment the Blade Aura Rain back‑fired and the old man's spirit was shaken, he sprang like a long‑lying cheetah! The short sword in his hand sliced the moonlight, drawing a chilling cold flash, striking directly at the old man's vital point!

"Old fool," Luoer's cold voice arrived almost in sync with the blade flash.

"It's my turn!"

Swish—!

The blade flash flickered and vanished, faster than the old man's current reaction limit!

"Ugh!"

A harrowing cry of pain; the old man felt his left arm go cold, followed by a stabbing agony!

He staggered back, looked down, and saw his left arm broken at the shoulder, falling into the pool of blood on the ground, his fingers still twitching unconsciously.

He clutched the bleeding stump tightly, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat instantly covering his forehead, mixing with the rain as it ran down.

The intense pain and blood loss made his vision flicker black.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

He cursed wildly in his heart, filled with regret and terror.

He had severely underestimated these outsiders!

This kid's strength was unbelievably formidable, let alone the unknown powerhouse hidden in the shadows who could easily disrupt his signature technique!

Watching Luoer like a tiger among sheep, he swung two more blades, cleanly cutting down two villagers who tried to ambush him from the side, as effortlessly as slicing a melon.

The old man realized the tide had turned; if he kept fighting, his death was inevitable!

A fierce will to survive overwhelms everything, including pride, greed and anger.

They endure the excruciating pain and dizziness, take a sudden deep breath, and shout:

"Stop! Don't strike!"

"We admit defeat! We're willing to compensate for today's incident!"

"Whatever conditions, we accept! As long as you cease, let us go!"

"We still have families, children to raise—please, I beg you!"

"Spare us, do some good deeds, God will protect you!"

Luoer listens to his words, and suddenly recalls Yu Lin's earlier question.

Now.

Their question truly appears on themselves.

Luoer purses their lips, finally sighs, and says, under the elder's expectant gaze:

"Then I'll take you to see God, and ask whether He will truly protect me."