Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 91: Snatching the Treasure
Just as the dwarf was feeling triumphant and Han Li had his own plans, two more figures suddenly leapt out from the seven mysteries sect's side. They burst out of the crowd without a word, rushing at the dwarf like a flash of lightning. These were the other two senior uncles left under Wang Juechu.
Both wore faces full of sorrow, clearly devastated by the death of the burly man. Their hatred toward Master Golden Light ran deep, and they paid no mind to the dwarf’s identity as a Sword Immortal. Their sole focus was to kill him and avenge their fallen brother.
Sect Master Wang had originally intended to stop their reckless charge, but then he thought better of it. The dwarf, skilled in demonic arts, was a foe they had to face anyway. Moreover, these two senior uncles were the only ones capable of threatening him. Instead of intervening now, it was better to let them settle the matter with their burning desire for revenge.
With this in mind, Wang Juechu swallowed the words he had wanted to call back.
Having learned a lesson not long ago, Master Golden Light dared not underestimate his opponents this time. He activated a gray radiance and pointed at the two men. The gray glow instantly transformed into a long rainbow, shooting straight toward them.
One of the two, a scholar, saw the gray light—suspected to be a flying sword—coming toward him. He raised his eyebrows and flicked his hand. A slender silver thread shot out from his sleeve, colliding head-on with the gray light and causing the glow to falter momentarily. But the gray light pressed forward as if unaffected, indicating the silver thread had little effect.
Others failed to see clearly what the silver thread was, but Han Li, with his super eyesight granted by the everlasting spring technique, observed it in perfect detail. It was clearly dozens of silver needles linked in a straight line. He wondered how the scholar managed to launch such delicate needles with such force. This greatly piqued Han Li’s interest.
The scholar, seeing that the silver thread failed, remained calm. He bent his body and began spinning like a top. From his rotating figure burst countless flashes of cold light, some large, some small. They split into two groups: one became a silver stream and collided directly with the gray light, producing crackling, clashing sounds, holding the gray glow suspended in midair; the other group shot toward the dwarf, striking the golden shield with a series of clangs and bangs.
The cold light clashing with the gray light continuously shed fragments, now unrecognizable and incomplete. But those rebounding from the golden shield remained intact—various hidden weapons like flying daggers, bodhi seeds, iron lotus seeds, and coin-shaped darts. The assortment was dazzling, including some unfamiliar items.
Master Golden Light was momentarily stunned but quickly smirked. He certainly didn’t believe these mundane metals and iron objects could hold up against his precious sword for long.
A thunderous shout like a spring thunder cracked through the scene, startling everyone.
Only then did people notice that the gray-robed man who had rushed out with the scholar had, at some unknown moment, drawn the precious sword from his back. With firm footsteps, he advanced toward the gray light. At the tip of his sword appeared a two-inch-long white radiance, flickering in and out with chilling coldness.
“Sword Radiance!” someone shouted first—the name of the supreme sword technique all sword wielders dream of.
Boom! The scene inside and outside erupted in excitement!
If the flying sword was merely a legendary tale, then sword radiance was a myth of the martial world, the ultimate aspiration for all who wielded swords.
Now, not only had the flying sword and sword radiance appeared back-to-back, but a duel was about to unfold immediately. How could this fail to ignite the blood of everyone present, making them feel their lives were well spent?
At this moment, Jia Tianlong was not exhilarated but felt chills running down his spine, cold sweat pouring. He now truly understood what it meant to be late in realizing danger—and filled with terror.