Chapter 52

Looking at the Li Taibai before his eyes—clad in white robes, a three-foot azure blade in hand, long hair flying wild, like an immortal, like a god!

The Wine-Fighting Monk's state of mind underwent some change!

A master's instinct told him.

If he truly faced this man.

He had a ninety-nine percent chance of dying here at Wu Dang!

That alone made it hard for him not to panic!

Not to mention that this style of Wu Gong was something he had never seen or heard of.

The moment he faced it, he felt even more uncertain!

Beside him.

Whether it was Murong Longcheng, who had wanted to flee earlier, or the Tianchi Freak Knight and Master Xuancheng.

Their expressions had likewise turned exceedingly ugly!

Silently circulating their true essence, their eyes filled with wariness and vigilance!

Fearing that out of nowhere, they would receive a fatal strike from Li Taibai!

But just as their faces were stern and they dared not act rashly.

On the other side, Abbot Kongwen and the others were having a hard time.

Although the experts each of them had brought were not few in number.

Faced with the encirclement and slaughter of Qinglong Society's assassins.

It was simply no different from a tiger among a flock of sheep!

Those clean, crisp attacks, like slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

Every instant, a fresh life was taken away!

In the span of barely a blink.

Screams, wails, and the sound of blades biting into flesh rose without end!

The martial training ground that Wu Dang had just cleaned was soon stained red!

Seeing this scene.

Zhang Sanfeng's brows furrowed slightly.

But soon his composure returned.

As the saying goes, the Daoist brother dies, not the poor Daoist!

Compared to Wu Dang disciples being slaughtered, he was far more willing to accept the outcome as it was now.

Besides.

What you do out in the world, you must pay back!

If they had not stirred up trouble today.

Would Qinglong Society have taken action against them for no reason?

So if blame is to be cast, it can only fall on themselves!

"Old Zhang, what exactly is that move that fellow is using?"

"He only recited a few lines of poetry—why has his aura climbed so terrifyingly?!"

He Zudao, whose attention, like everyone else's, was completely drawn to Li Taibai.

Leaned his head over and asked in a low, curious voice.

"Not too sure."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

Then he shifted the topic and continued, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"However, I've heard that the one in the Minor Sage Village of the Great Qin Imperial Court seems to practice a similar art."

"But the specifics, this old Daoist has never seen either."

"Still, I imagine the two should bear some resemblance."

He Zudao, upon hearing this, nodded.

The curiosity in his heart did not lessen; on the contrary, it grew even stronger.

And just as the two were speaking.

At this moment.

Li Taibai, the most eye-catching figure on the field.

Did not stop just because the four Wine-Fighting Monks dared not act rashly.

A flash of disdain and disappointment crossed his eyes.

He raised his hand and sheathed his long sword.

"You are not worthy of dying beneath this sword!"

As he spoke.

His whole body shot up from the ground, floating in midair.

That laughter, brimming with wild abandon, reached the ears of everyone present.

"Old Zhang, watch closely, learn well!"

Hearing this, the crowd was momentarily dumbfounded.

Their faces filled with confusion and puzzlement.

While the four Wine-Fighting Monks were stunned, the wariness in their eyes grew even stronger!

If it were not that they knew nothing of Li Taibai's style of Wu Gong.

Even if they couldn't win, they wouldn't just stand there doing nothing!

Too bad there are no 'what ifs'!

Therefore.

To be cautious.

They could only play it by ear, waiting for Li Taibai to make the first move!

After all.

The unknown is often the most terrifying thing of all!

Only Zhang Sanfeng and He Zudao, hearing these words, their old faces reddened in unison.

They realized their private conversation had been overheard by the other party.

A trace of awkwardness flashed across their faces.

They raised their heads, their gazes fixed tightly on Li Taibai.

They knew.

The other party was deliberately giving pointers!

So their eyes were bugged out round as could be, afraid of missing any detail!

Sure enough!

They didn't have to wait long.

Li Taibai, hovering in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, shouted with heroic spirit.

"The sword of Dahe descends from the heavens!!"

Boom—!

Following his words.

Above the nine heavens, in an instant it was as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city!

A suffocating, terrifying aura suddenly enveloped the entire Wu Dang!

Especially for the four Wine-Fighting Monks who bore the brunt of it.

Their faces went even paler!

Then.

Under their gazes filled with disbelief.

Deep within the dark clouds, a longsword gleaming with cold light abruptly coalesced!

The body of the sword was brimming with overwhelming killing intent!

Just one look.

Was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear, hands and feet turn ice-cold, and eyes sting with pain!