Chapter 609: The Holy Slave Chief's Face

"Sword intent?"

Stuck at this crucial moment, the masked person on Cen Qiaofu's back, who had been half-asleep, trembled his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he raised his head, his gaze locked onto the rolling dust clouds far away in the distance. Only then did he turn his head, as if realizing something, and look at the blue-robed middle-aged man who was facing the young man with his back turned to him.

"Gou Wuyue..."

The masked person murmured softly, as if lost in memories, his murky eyes pondering something. After a long while, he fixed his gaze on the famous sword in Gou Wuyue's hand, Nu Lan Zhi Sheng.

A buzzing sound echoed.

In response to the sword's hum, a demonic wind seemed to sweep through the heavens and earth, howling incessantly, sending a chill through everyone's hearts. The crowd of white-robed figures immediately became alert, shifting their attention from the distant young man to the awakened masked person.

"Brother!"

The storyteller called out in surprise, "You're awake?"

"Are you alright?" Cen Qiaofu asked, tilting his head, and with a shake of his back, he sent the person on him tumbling off.

"I'm fine."

The masked person replied, but as his feet subconsciously touched the void, he suddenly realized he had lost his ability to stay afloat. He quickly understood. The group in front of him had been conversing in mid-air!

Sure enough, the next second—

Whoosh!

The person falling from Cen Qiaofu's back was like someone stepping into empty air in a dream, his body plummeting straight toward the ground.

"I..."

The masked person was speechless.

Fortunately, the storyteller reacted quickly, brushing his hand over "Yin Yang Sheng Si," and with a burst of golden light, the masked person landed safely on the platform he had created in the space.

The entire scene fell into a stunned silence.

Question marks slowly appeared on the faces of the white-robed figures.

If the information was correct, the person who had fallen from Cen Qiaofu's back should be the Shengnu leader.

But how could the mighty Shengnu leader not even fly?

"This damn Shengnu group—one weirder than the next?"

"That young guy was one thing, but this Shengnu leader—I thought he was suppressing his cultivation, but turns out he's really at the acquired realm? He can't even fly?"

"What the hell is going on here!"

The masked person's unexpected entrance stirred things up like a stick in a mess, completely shifting the focus of the confrontation.

Gou Wuyue turned back again.

Lowering his gaze, he saw the masked person who had nearly hit the ground.

"Uh..."

The masked person looked up, his expression somewhat awkward.

He wanted to speak, but then realized that this height difference made talking not only strain his neck but also put him at a disadvantage in presence. So, he turned his head toward the storyteller.

The storyteller got the hint, waved his hand, and the masked person slowly floated upward.

The crowd of white-robed figures, dozens of them, slowly lifted their heads as the figure rose.

The sight was absurd!

"Is this the reinforcements that fell from the sky?"

Xu Xiaoshou, who was far away, had initially been glad that the masked person's appearance distracted Gou Wuyue, but seeing this scene nearly made him spit out blood.

This was Wu Yue Jianxian they were facing!

How could he believe that Shengnu could fight their way out of this inescapable net like this?

This was even more ridiculous than his own situation.

The rain kept falling, pattering down.

To prevent his brother from having another mishap while ascending, the storyteller deliberately slowed the speed. Only when he noticed the atmosphere growing odd did he teleport him directly to the same height as Gou Wuyue.

"Ignored, passive value: 782."

Xu Xiaoshou saw this message and breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as the masked person reached the height, without doing anything else, his first move was to turn his head toward him and wave.

"Come over."

The white-robed figures all turned their heads.

"Under scrutiny, passive value: 783."

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.

He wanted to leave the battlefield.

He didn't want to stay in the center of the fight for even a moment.

But the masked person seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled, saying, "Staying there will only get you killed faster."

Xu Xiaoshou froze.

He quickly realized: Oh, right, this was a Zhan Dao and Tai Xu battle. At such a close distance, for them, it was just a step away. How could he escape?

"Come over."

"Invited, passive value: 1."

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, not daring to think more, and stepped into the air, going straight to the masked person's side.

"The battle's starting; remember to shield me..."

"Watch closely."

The masked person didn't even turn his head, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Watch what?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"Learn from it."

"Learn what... huh?"

A sudden flash of light burst in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes. "Could it be..."

He remembered the first time he met this masked person, when the other had said something similar. After uttering, "Your path has already been walked to death by others," he had struck, severely injuring Xiao Qixiu, Ye Xiaotian, and several Ling Gong elders, then escaped effortlessly.

Was he about to show his divine power again, shattering this space with a flick of his fingers? Then, under Gou Wuyue's watch, lead everyone away just like they had escaped from Tian Sang Ling Gong?

Xu Xiaoshou looked on with anticipation.

The storyteller beside him wore the same expression, his eyes sparkling as if stars were falling out.

Cen Qiaofu stepped back a few paces.

With the leader out, he no longer had to bear the pressure.

The masked person didn't explain further and took action directly.

Like an elder about to demonstrate something in person, he stepped forward.

"Wait—"

The storyteller's startled words hadn't even finished when the masked person staggered and lurched forward.

"Stop!"

With a whoosh, the storyteller hurriedly drew on his ancient book, extending the invisible space platform to prevent the masked person from stepping into empty air and falling again.

The anticipation in the white-robed figures' eyes turned to shock, leaving them all dumbfounded.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He took a deep breath, only to choke and cough repeatedly.

Are you kidding me?!

The masked person glared back at him with some annoyance, then, under the storyteller's nervous shrink, as if completely forgetting the embarrassment, he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Gou Wuyue?"

The Shengnu side, which had nearly been overwhelmed by the white-robed group's momentum, saw their sword intent shatter with this calm statement.

The masked person's shoulders were still hunched, but as he slightly straightened, it felt like the sky itself was about to be pierced.

It seemed nothing in this world could suppress him.

"Momentum?" Xu Xiaoshou realized with a shock.

This scene was exactly like the last glance he had in the "Qi Tun Shan He" illusion.

Truly confident people in the world couldn't be crushed by any momentum, even if they were only at the acquired realm.

"Sword intent!"

"This guy is also an ancient sword cultivator; he just shattered Senior Wu Yue's sword intent suppression!"

"Impressive, what realm is this?"

"Is he a sword immortal too, doing it so effortlessly..."

"Are you kidding? If he's a sword immortal, there are only seven in the world—has anyone heard of him?"

"Then what about him..."

"Senior Wu Yue hasn't even gone all out; his sword intent was just used against that young guy earlier—it's nothing serious!"

"Oh, is that so?"

In the white-robed communication channel, chatter erupted immediately.

The rain dripped steadily, and beneath the quiet scene, waves surged.

Everyone could see that the masked person was now directly facing Gou Wuyue—it was a head-on confrontation!

"You recognize me."

Gou Wuyue's tone held no surprise.

From the two times the masked person had said "Gou Wuyue"—once when he first woke and now—he could tell that this veiled person truly knew him.

Thus, his words carried no doubt.

A buzzing sound echoed.

Gou Wuyue lowered his head, gripping the famous sword Nu Lan Zhi Sheng tightly.

Ever since the masked person awoke, Nu Lan Zhi Sheng had trembled violently, as if sensing an enemy of equal standing.

How many years had it been since such a scene?

Gou Wuyue furrowed his brow and said, "But even if you recognize me, I don't seem to recognize you."

"And among the famous ancient sword cultivators in the world, there's no one I, Gou Wuyue, don't know. So, I should know you."

"Who are you?"

The masked person shifted his gaze from Nu Lan Zhi Sheng, flexing his fingers—he had empty hands.

"The Shengnu leader."

After stating the obvious, the masked person continued, "But that's not important. What's important is that this matter ends here today."

He scanned the surrounding white-robed figures and nodded slightly.

"The setup is impressive, but give me face—everyone disperse and go back to your own places."

The white-robed crowd was baffled.

Where did this fool come from?

That young guy was naively foolish, sure, but how could this Shengnu leader be so arrogant?

Face...

This tone completely disregarded everyone present!

"Ha ha ha!"

Finally, someone in the white-robed group couldn't hold back.

Did these two really think they had come with such a formation just for a joke?

A burly figure shot out from the crowd, flinging his sleeve and shouting angrily:

"Who the hell are you? Beat you down first, then talk!"

"There's seven white-robed squads here, plus the 'Fu Guo Tian Zhao,' and we've mobilized seven or eight hundred Sheng Shen Guards for external support—even Tai Xu couldn't break through."

"Is your Shengnu just a bunch of clowns? Thinking a few smooth words can make you unbeatable?"

"In my view, Senior Wu Yue doesn't need to waste words with them—just cut them down!"

He raised his hand, and the white-robed figures below couldn't stay still.

"Exactly!"

"Senior Wu Yue, no need to talk—drag this out, and who knows what might happen..."

"Pfft, just get it done!"

Clearly, what seemed like a casual statement to the masked person sounded like mockery to them.

They hadn't expended so much effort just to listen to a story.

Gou Wuyue frowned but said nothing.

The burly white-robed figure in the air seemed to take it as an order, puffing out his chest and glaring fiercely at the masked person.

"Fu Guo Tian Zhao?"

The masked person murmured, "I've heard of it... but who are you?"

"I'm Cheng Yuan!"

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-two!" Cheng Yuan said proudly—being in the white robes at thirty-two was indeed something to boast about.

"What cultivation?"

"Wang Zuo realm! But with the 'Fu Guo Tian Zhao' boost, my strength can match Zhan—"

There was no visible movement, but a faint whooshing sound suddenly came from the void, and Cheng Yuan's words stopped abruptly.

A spray of blood scattered in the air.

The next second, Cheng Yuan's eyes bulged wide as he clutched his neck desperately.

But the gushing blood seeped through his fingers, staining his white robe red.

"Who the hell are you?"

"But a mere Wang Zuo at thirty-two—nothing more than a junior."

"So, when adults are talking, don't interrupt."

The masked person said indifferently, turning his gaze to Gou Wuyue: "He has three minutes left. Without timely treatment, he'll die soon."

"I don't want to kill."

"But if the people you brought are all like this, once the fight starts, your losses will be greater than mine."

He stated it like a simple fact, his voice calm and emotionless.

The white-robed figures were all startled.

Senior Wu Yue hadn't even drawn his sword or made a move.

But that masked person—none of them had seen him do anything.

And yet, the man was already fatally wounded?

"Three minutes..."

The white-robed figures hurriedly caught the falling Cheng Yuan, and the medical team rushed over, pulling him to the back.

The scene fell into dead silence.

Gou Wuyue's eyes darkened slightly.

His gaze fell on the masked person's fingers, half-hidden in his sleeve, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Shi Duan Jian Zhi?"

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou notice and look down, indeed seeing the masked person's curled fingers.

This move was exactly the one that had severed the dean's arm back at Tian Sang Ling Gong.

It was also identical to the two fingers the ragged uncle had used to obliterate Hong Gou.

"Do as you like, but I'll say it again—this should end here." The masked person said calmly.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood what a true ruthless person was.

Surrounded by the white robes, without a word, he chose to strike first.

What kind of nerve did that take?

Gou Wuyue stared at the masked person's fingers, lost in thought for a moment.

At that instant, the famous sword in his hand trembled even more violently.

"Good!"

"What a 'Shi Duan Jian Zhi'!"

Gou Wuyue chuckled, a mix of surprise in his eyes, and said, "In the past, if someone dared to hurt my subordinate, I might not waste more words with you, but today, you..."

He suddenly paused, falling into contemplation, and the word "face" that the masked person had used earlier echoed in his mind.

After a long silence, he asked, "Why should I let you go?"

Everyone was shocked by this sudden one-eighty turn in tone.

Even Xu Xiaoshou looked at the masked person in surprise.

From the sound of it...

Could he really turn the situation around with just words, relying on face alone?

The masked person replied calmly: "Because you're Gou Wuyue, so you have to let me leave. This is a debt of favor you owe."

"Ha ha ha!"

Gou Wuyue laughed: "In my life of wandering with my sword, when have I ever owed anyone a favor?"

"You have."

The masked person didn't bother with more words.

He simply extended two fingers, pointing toward the sky.

"Bang!"

A black line, two fingers wide, pierced the void, rippling through the spirit array as it shattered.

"You're joking..."

The white-robed figures were stunned.

"Spirit array!"

"Fu Guo Tian Zhao, activate! Quickly!"

"What the hell is this guy's background? What kind of spirit skill is that—such immense damage?"

"Isn't he just at the acquired realm?"

"Let's go." The masked person waved his hand, and Cen Qiaofu and the storyteller followed without a word.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

Just like that?

They could leave?

As he watched them about to go, he hurriedly followed, still confused and not understanding what had happened.

Gou Wuyue was astonished by the masked person's confidence.

Was he treating him like air?

Being so dismissive—even he, Gou Wuyue, was burning with anger at this point.

"Stay right there!"

"Buzz—"

Just as he was about to draw his sword, Nu Lan Zhi Sheng emitted a faint resistance.

Earlier, it had seemed eager to fight, like meeting a fellow sword immortal and refusing to stay in its sheath.

But now, as Gou Wuyue tried to draw it, the sword resisted!

"A debt of favor..."

Gou Wuyue looked down at Nu Lan Zhi Sheng, and a long-forgotten figure flashed in his mind.

He turned back abruptly.

"Who exactly are you?"

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