CHAPTER 922: CHAPTER 367: WHITE BONE YUAN CHEN

’Great Black Sky’ Rijialuo was locked in a fierce battle with that green blade light when he heard Hu Xinmei’s shout.

To call it a battle is actually an exaggeration; it was more of a one-sided pursuit and slash.

He had already lost at the first stroke and nearly had his head chopped off!

Rijialuo continually changed his movement technique, using the fog to hide and dodge. With his own impermanence and the Sky Covering Technique, he managed to cope with that relentless green blade light.

At this moment, he couldn’t even figure out who was behind this green blade light. Who exactly was his opponent?

’Great Black Sky’ Rijialuo could only determine that the other side must be a Heavenly List expert, ranking at least within the top thirty!

Everyone among them was highly suspicious.

The opponent used a blade, but the Sword Skill seemed very ’carefree.’

He swung the blade as if a child smudging strokes, absurd and unreasonable.

Yet, it was precisely this playful Sword Skill that forced him to scramble and jump, up and down, in embarrassing distress.

If examined carefully, one would find that each slash, though seemingly nonsensical, was in fact free and unrestrained, as if from a dream, elegant and fluid.

Rijialuo knew his opponent’s Martial Arts had reached an extremely profound state, mastering the fundamental essence of Martial Arts, indifferent to the form of weapons. A mere flower or leaf in hand could injure.

So, the opponent’s fundamental path might not even be the blade!

As Rijialuo was drenched in sweat, struggling to parry, he noticed the surrounding fog had turned black, and Hu Xinmei’s cries came from afar.

’Great Black Sky’ Rijialuo, surprised yet barely maintaining his Divine Power to sense his surroundings, discovered the spiritual mechanisms belonging to Mei Li and Shen Kun the Great Elder had vanished without a trace.

Had these two hidden themselves? Or were they dead?

If they were dead, whose hands had they fallen by?

As Rijialuo was still speculating, Hu Xinmei’s voice came again: "Mei Li and Shen Kun are dead! With just one spear, that person did it in just one blow! Rijialuo, you trash, if you don’t disperse the cloud, you’re going to be pierced through!"

Hu Xinmei’s words caused everyone in the thick fog to have their vital energies halted.

These people, initially engaged in fierce combat, all unanimously held back a little in reserve for adaptation.

Even Wu Zhishang and General White Bone, Gu Yuanchen, slowed their attack frequency and intensity, allocating part of their focus to observe their surroundings.

Great Black Sky Rijialuo was secretly fearful, but then helplessly smiled, wishing he could disperse the cloud and fog here to see who exactly was wielding the green blade light?

The problem was he couldn’t disperse it.

His Martial Arts were derived from Cloud’s Impermanence and the Sky Covering Technique, necessitating the use of mist to manifest.

Once the mist dissipated now, he’d likely be slashed dead by that green blade light instantly.

The owner of the green blade light might not harbor killing intent towards him, hence playing with him in a game-like manner.

Rijialuo speculated that even after dispersing the cloud, he could survive.

But what if?

What if he dispersed the cloud only to be chopped dead?

What if the person’s appearance couldn’t see the light of day and wanted to kill him to silence forever?

"Rijialuo, you piece of trash!"

Hu Xinmei felt her own death crisis growing heavier, with the sharp spear intent pressing against and impacting her Primordial Spirit, getting closer and closer.

She still couldn’t see who the owner of this spear intent was.

And she didn’t dare to look, not even daring to open her Spiritual Eye.

Hu Xinmei understood that if she blindly gazed it might still offer a sliver of hope, but seeing would inevitably bring death!

At that moment, Rijialuo still hadn’t dispersed the fog, causing Hu Xinmei’s complexion to darken increasingly.

Elsewhere, she would have used the storm to disperse the fog long ago.

Here, however, it wasn’t possible; the White Jade Square was barely over a hundred zhang in breadth, the fog simply couldn’t disperse.

But just as Hu Xinmei was sure she was doomed, she suddenly found the sharp spear intent was retracted, disappearing in an instant without a trace.

Hu Xinmei was bewildered for a moment but dared not linger in place.

She continued to dodge and retreat rapidly while sensing the surroundings before showing a subtle expression.

— It was One Sword Overturning City, Ween Zhiyi! She had finally slain the Deputy Chief of the Imperial Court, Mu Mingqiu, and those few Inner Palace experts.

Ween Zhiyi looked at Mu Mingqiu frozen into an ice sculpture, yet frowned.

Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Techniques—Golden Cicada Moulting.

This Mu Mingqiu was merely a shell shed by Mu Mingqiu’s real body.

No wonder Mu Mingqiu knew he would undoubtedly die, yet was unwilling to leave, it turned out he had a reliance.

Was it the handiwork of that State Preceptor?

Heavenly List third—’Art of River and Mountain’ Yu Kunlun.

Ween Zhiyi squinted and then sneered coldly, causing the ice sculpture to crumble and turn into fragments.

Ween Zhiyi then shifted her attention to the surroundings.

With a wave of her hand, the entire air above the White Jade Square was filled with ice mirrors every ten zhang, allowing her to observe the world.

Ween Zhiyi was very eager to know who had killed Mei Li and Shen Kun the Great Elder with one spear, forcing Hu Xinmei to flee for her life.

This White Jade Square seemed shallow but hid a big fish.

Yet subsequently, Ween Zhiyi frowned deeply, unable to find this person.

In her perception, no one seemed capable of spearing Shen Kun the Great Elder to death with just one blow.

Eventually, a thought flickered in Ween Zhiyi’s mind as she glanced thoughtfully towards the southeast corner.

There stood a young sorceress with a summoned Suanni Lion, battling alongside another girl.