Ye Xuezhang frowned slightly. Only one person?
He and Zhang Xiaoyu had anticipated that the Huntian Sect would ambush them near Zhongzhou Prefecture.
But they hadn't expected just one person to show up.
Zhang Xiaoyu, however, turned pale and sneered coldly, "Heh, what a grand gesture!"
"Even the Huntian Divine Lord has come personally. I must be quite important."
The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, "The Heavenly Book Fragment Box is too significant for me to take lightly."
Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Then why come alone?"
"This is the Zhang family's territory. Bringing too many people would attract the attention of their elders," the man replied.
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes darted around, and she suggested, "My friend here has nothing to do with this. Let him leave, and I'll hand over the Heavenly Book Fragment Box. Is that acceptable?"
The middle-aged man sneered, "You should know that the Huntian Sect doesn't leave any witnesses."
Ye Xuezhang had no intention of fleeing.
With a cold smile, he said, "If it's just you, then it's simply your bad luck."
Clang!
Before Zhang Xiaoyu could process his words, Ye Xuezhang's Yuanhong Sword was already unsheathed!
In an instant, an overwhelming sword aura filled the heavens and earth.
Humm~~!
A soft hum echoed, reminiscent of a dragon's roar.
Ye Xuezhang moved!
The moment he struck, the world shifted.
A single slash to seal the throat, a sword flying a hundred paces!
Sword and man became one.
The essence of heaven and earth fused into the blade, transforming into a streak of light aimed straight at the Huntian Divine Lord!
As Ye Xuezhang attacked, the Huntian Divine Lord felt the world around him lose its original colors in an instant.
Everything turned into a hazy, surreal ink painting.
In this painting, fierce winds howled, and thunder roared across the skies.
A fearsome azure dragon emerged from the heavens, roaring as it charged toward him with the sword light.
The Huntian Divine Lord's face paled. What kind of swordsmanship was this?
It was like nothing he had ever heard of or seen!
Terror-stricken, he realized he couldn't withstand the strike.
He tried to dodge, but the surrounding force of heaven and earth had locked him in place.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't even muster his strength to resist.
In the next moment, a glimmer of cold light flashed, and the ink painting dissipated.
A spray of blood burst from the Huntian Divine Lord's throat, gushing like a fountain!
A throat-sealing strike!
Instant death!
The unparalleled sword aura lingered in the air, permeating the surroundings and refusing to dissipate.
Simply standing in its presence made one feel the terrifying essence of the swordsman's skill.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood frozen in place, her eyes wide as she struggled to find words.
Looking up, she searched for the swordsman but found that he had already vanished without a trace.
In the distance, two figures rushing toward the scene suddenly halted, witnessing the remnants of the ink painting.
"What was that?" one exclaimed.
The other, his gaze filled with astonishment, responded, "Swordsmanship."
"Swordsmanship unlike anything seen before!"
"Everything we just saw was an illusion created by the swordsman's sword aura."
"Xiaoyu!"
Moments later, the two figures reached the scene and called out to the stunned girl.
Zhang Xiaoyu snapped out of her daze. "Sixth Uncle, Qilin Pavilion Master? Why are you here?"
"We were nearby. When we saw your signal, we rushed over. What happened here?" asked a white-robed, elegant man.
"That was the Huntian Divine Lord. He tried to kill me, but thanks to someone's timely intervention, I survived."
"Who was it?" asked an elderly man with a kindly face, holding a scroll in his hand.
Recalling Ye Xuezhang's words, Zhang Xiaoyu shook her head. "I don't know. He appeared suddenly and left just as quickly. I didn't even get a good look at his face."
Hearing this, the three exchanged glances, their expressions filled with shock and silence.
The white-robed man said, "The Huntian Divine Lord was a second-tier expert in the Star River Realm. For someone to kill him with one strike, their cultivation must be unimaginably high."
The elder nodded. "Few in the martial world could achieve such a feat."
"What's more, this person's swordsmanship is entirely unprecedented. It's clear they're not one of the established swordsmen."
"One sword strike that darkened the heavens… Terrifying. Truly terrifying!"
"It seems the Mysterious List of the Qilin Pavilion will have a new unnamed swordsman added."
Interestingly, the Qilin Pavilion had rankings for mysterious figures, treasures, beauties, and even exotic beasts, but no ranking for martial experts.
The reason was simple: the Nine Provinces were vast, and there were too many experts to count.
Years ago, the Qilin Pavilion Master had compiled a list of martial experts. However, the individual ranked first was killed the next day by an inconspicuous old man with a single palm strike.
Since then, the Qilin Pavilion abandoned the expert rankings, replacing it with the Mysterious List.
The Mysterious List required its candidates to possess both an air of mystery and formidable strength.
Without strength, even the most enigmatic person wouldn't garner attention.
After all, the Qilin Pavilion wasn't interested in nobodies.
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