Chapter 882: Chapter 816: Pretend This Chapter Has a Title!

Zhang San looked up at the two cultivators with masks rushing toward him, both clad in solid color clothing, utterly confused about what they were saying.

Initially, Zhang San thought they were here to assassinate him and was even prepared to test out his counterattacks.

However, after they asked their question, Zhang San’s brain stalled for a moment.

Of course, the brain stalling had nothing to do with his hands.

So, even though Zhang San didn’t immediately understand what these two who suddenly charged at him wanted to ask, his Mo Blade instinctively slashed out.

Clang!

The white-clad cultivator lifted his hand, forming a translucent protective shield from Qi Gang to block Zhang San’s strike, yet he was sent flying a good distance back.

From the feedback of his slash attack, Zhang San could sense the opponent wasn’t actually harmed and that he hadn’t even managed to break through the opponent’s stretched protective shield.

Beside him, the other person clad in black, also wearing a featureless black mask, flickered briefly.

In the next moment, Zhang San saw numerous black shadows appearing in the air around him, closing in on him.

Zhang San quickly sidestepped and shouted loudly, “Stop sleeping! Come out and get to work!”

Just from the defense and the strange means displayed by the other party, Zhang San could ascertain that both were in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Although they hid their auras very well, if Zhang San hadn’t seen them, he might not have even been able to sense their presence.

At this moment, the distant white silhouette charged at Zhang San.

Just then, a massive roe deer suddenly stood rising from the military camp, lifting its two hind legs and kicked at the white silhouette.

Bang!

The white figure was sent flying once again.

This was different from the previous time when Zhang San’s slash only caused a retreat; then, the protective Qi Gang shield had absorbed all the damage, merely requiring a backward process to release the absorbed force.

But this time, the Qi Gang Shield shattered directly, genuinely sending the person flying far away.

The black silhouette constantly shifted positions in the air, leaving many afterimages in several places, steadily closing in on Zhang San.

At this juncture, a gigantic White Tiger Phantom emerged within the military camp.

The twin pupils of the White Tiger Phantom shot out a myriad of golden rays, akin to two rounds of suns, reducing countless shadowy figures in the air to ashes.

The black shadow nearing Zhang San also caught fire from the Power of the Sun emitted by the White Tiger Phantom.

“Descendant of the White Tiger!? Do you know that even your ancestors wouldn’t dare act this way toward me?”

Smack—

Originally, Hu had just recently learned the White Tiger Divine Soul Dharma Aspect, intending to integrate it with the power of the sun and moon within his Seas of Wheels to test its Might.

Yet, this kid dared to speak to him like that.

So Hu charged forward with a slap.

With this slap, the black shadow was pressed to the ground.

“Who do you think you are? Are you even worthy to mention my White Tiger Clan’s ancestors?”

Saying that, Hu rushed over, pressing down on the black shadow on the ground.

Thump, a direct press, followed by a flurry of smacks.

At this moment, Zhang San, observing from the side, finally noticed that the black figure was shrouded in black mist, seemingly on the verge of dispersing at any moment.

And just now, when the opponent was continually nearing him in the dark, leaving multiple afterimages, it was actually transformed from the black mist he emitted.

But now, because of Hu’s relentless assault, the opponent couldn’t entirely disperse to reappear elsewhere, leaving him pinned by Hu’s strikes.

Elsewhere, the white figure that had been kicked away a second time had once again flown back.

But this time, having gotten smarter, he didn’t charge in the direction of the Immortal Monarch Who Treads Snow in Search of Plums and instead looped around to launch a sneak attack on Zhang San.

“Zhang San, give it up! Honestly confess, where have you hidden him!?”

Bang!

Yet, in the very next instant, the white silhouette, rushing at Zhang San from a different angle, was kicked into the air by a burst of flames.

Subsequently, the fiery glow from within the military camp shot out into the night sky like a meteor, swiftly streaking across it.

Continuously colliding with the white figure.

Zhang San glanced at the white silhouette being kicked around by the flames like a ball, filled with helplessness.

Why does this guy keep getting knocked away since appearing?

Additionally, Zhang San glanced at the red light in mid-air with some helplessness.

This time coming to the Sword South Path, he had kept a trump card hidden, which was the Vermilion Bird from the Town Martial Office.

The Vermilion Bird, aware of Zhang San’s journey to the Sword South Path, was worried, so Zhang San had the Vermilion Bird secretly protecting him.

But generally, there was no need for the Vermilion Bird to act.

After all, the Vermilion Bird’s reputation was quite renowned.

Once the Vermilion Bird appeared, others knew the protagonist was beside him, incorporating the Vermilion Bird as a significant force by his side.

Thus, if anyone wanted to surround and attack him, there would be a massive commotion.

But if Zhang San kept the Vermilion Bird hidden, people would assume that only Hu and the Immortal Monarch Who Treads Snow in Search of Plums, both supreme demon-level combat strengths, were by his side.

Moreover, if he didn’t expose it, others wouldn’t even know his Mo Blade was also a supreme demon-level weapon.

This way, even if danger arose, he wouldn’t be afraid.

Unexpectedly, the Vermilion Bird couldn’t hold back its fiery temperament and directly acted.

And perhaps worried about affecting innocents in the military camp, it chose to send the opponent flying into the sky.

Zhang San watched Hu, whose smacking was getting tiring, while the black mist on the opponent gradually dissipated, even starting to bleed from the corners of its mouth.

Only then did Zhang San dare to approach, deploying a Rune Array to block out all surrounding sounds.

“Who are you? What do you want from me? Who is the ‘he’ you mentioned?”

Hearing Zhang San’s question, the black shadow being smacked paused for a moment.

“Could it be you met on accident? But your body clearly bears entanglements of karma and aura with the revenant of the Red Dust Immortal! Wait! Could it be we judged wrong?”

As the black shadow spoke, seemingly realizing something, its mask suddenly shattered.

The whole figure emitted a crisp crack like porcelain hitting the ground, then turned into a black mist, flying into the air.

The white shadow, still being kicked around by the Vermilion Bird, seemed to notice something, turned with a swoosh, and left.

Zhang San watched their departing figures, filled with doubt.

Could it be someone knows I hid the soul of Kaihuang in the Secret Realm of the Spear?