Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
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“The rule of the duel is, there are no rules!

Do both of you understand?” As a neutral party and arbitrator, Daoist Gu said.

“Unless there’s life or death, the pocket world will not open.” Daoist An felt somewhat regretful; this sword cultivator had also been highly regarded by a Master from the An Family but now had fallen into such a pointless deathmatch.

“Once you enter, the pocket world will lock from the inside, and the key is yourselves.”

“We won’t go in unless you come out on your own.”

Seeing both nod, with the rules clear and no doubts remaining, Daoist Gu waved his hand, and the gateway to the pocket world opened; Daoist An silently chanted a secret spell, and the passage began to radiate a luminous glow, ready for entry.

Without hesitation, the two traversed through, leaving six people outside silently sitting in meditation before a landscape bonsai, waiting for the final outcome.

No one was interested in conversing anymore.

Within the landscape bonsai, two faint auras roamed through harsh mountains and waters, progressing.

These were the auras of the two duelists, which could be distinctly felt from the outside, but the specific skills each used remained unknown, which maximally protected the cultivators’ secrets of cultivation.

Dueling in a pocket world was also a popular high-end combat scenario in the Jinxiu Continent, not afforded to those without significant backgrounds and strength.

Watching the two auras drawing closer and closer even made those with resolute determination begin to feel nervous.

Would the hero continue to forge a legend, or would the underdog unexpectedly turn the tables?

It was filled with suspense.

…Tang Yan casually flew within the pocket world, clearly sensing the signs of the world’s collapse around him, a process that might seem slow to humans but was inevitable and unstoppable.

Facing a sword cultivator was nothing new to him; in his century of experience, he had slain countless sword cultivators, amassing a wealth of experience.

Shan Sect and Wu Sect, two opposing Daoist powers, had not yet waged direct warfare, but when encountering each other during travels across the continent, it typically ended in conflict.

Over the past centuries, countless sword cultivators have died unceremoniously away from home like this, and of course, numerous Daoists from opposing sects silently died outside as well—this was just the normal state of combat in the cultivation world.

But he would not be careless, for based on this sword cultivator’s past, this person was different from ordinary sword cultivators.

Wu Sect’s gathering of information on their enemies was low-key but never ignorant, particularly towards those they considered threats.

Hou Niao, in fact, had become the most damaging sword cultivator against Wu Sect around the Tongtian three realms over the past few decades.

The characteristics of his swordsmanship remained unknown, but some basic knowledge was there: extremely proficient with the sword, unpredictable in tactics, masterful in the Earth Escape Skill, and perhaps even dabbling in thunder?

A sword cultivator studying the Earth Escape?

That seemed almost heretical, but it also revealed something about his character.

Few had the opportunity to observe his combat up close; these details had been gathered over recent years and loosely sketched the profile of an unconventional sword cultivator.

He did not mind, for the expertise of a sword cultivator was not like that of a magic cultivator; there wasn’t as much variety.

One Daoist Sect could develop skills that varied greatly, but not so for sword cultivators.

Specializing in the sword could indeed reach high levels of attack, but naturally lacked diversity—this was the principle, unless one abandoned the flying sword, otherwise, it was impossible to escape the confines of the sword.

There were always traces to follow.

He was filled with confidence for this battle, not from understanding his opponent more, but from confidence in the skills he had learned through experience.

The Constellation True Inheritor wasn’t something ordinary cultivators could comprehend, could they?

Pocket World wasn’t too big, nor too small—it was just right for inviting a duel.

He could distinctly feel the direction of the Sword Cultivator, and likewise, the Sword Cultivator could also sense him.

In this place, there was no possibility of playing hide and seek.

He wouldn’t underestimate his opponent, he never did.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the Pocket World, he thinned out a strand of his own aura and merged it with the surroundings of the Pocket World.

This was known as ‘Merging Source and Participation,’ a wonderful Skill of harmony between man and environment.

It had various uses and was one of the Seven Skills among the Qi Sect’s Nine Skills and Seven Techniques.

This was not imparted to those who hadn’t made significant contributions to the Sects or who lacked exceptional talents.

With another gesture, he crushed a Primordial Yang Seed, from which a white kite soared into the sky, hovering a thousand yards above his head; this was the Retaining Kite, which could expand his field of vision and break through the hidden traces of an enemy.

During battle, it could substitute for him, which was extremely precious.

In his hundred years of cultivation, he had managed to refine only three such seeds, yet they were greatly beneficial to cultivators during combat.

The white kite flapped its wings and shifted its perspective—suddenly, the landscape within a hundred miles was clear, and nothing could escape his watchful eye.

His hands were empty.

At his level of power, he wasn’t like those nouveau riche who would pull out a heap of Magic Artifacts to toss around casually; for a real master, only the most appropriate Magic Artifact in the most suitable environment would actually be beneficial in battle, rather than conjuring a bunch to distract his focus, mana, and divine soul.

Everything was centered around real combat.

As he searched and advanced, a moment later, through the eyes of the white kite, he had already spotted the Sword Cultivator flying carelessly.

Sensing his gaze, the Sword Cultivator glanced back at the white kite in the sky and his lips curled into a dismissive smile.

This is a master!

Tang Yan judged instantly.

The formidable confidence, the unshakable heart realm, the effortless contempt all proved this Sword Cultivator was tricky; just thinking that at least two Golden Core Upper Cultivators from his Sect had been destroyed by this man made it impossible for him not to respond cautiously.

Such an opponent was the best help for himself!

Feeling greatly spirited, with a thought, the white kite flapped its wings and cried loudly, its voice majestic, filled with the spirit of inviting battle.

Here he was, making his intentions clear, and the Sword Cultivator there also refused to show weakness, with his flying sword accompanying his flight, the sword’s cry piercing and loud…

For a time, the kite’s cry and the sword’s cry drew closer and closer, filling the air with a dangerous aura, even slightly affecting the normal operation of the Pocket World.

This was not a frivolous act.

As the sounds of the kite and the sword intensified, the momentum of both men was also climbing; finally, where the sound waves collided, it seemed as if the booming sound of thunder exploded.

Before they arrived, their energy was already clashing!

Both parties realized the other could be a formidable enemy in their lives, yet there was not a moment’s hesitation.

Tang Yan pointed with his left hand, lightly tracing on the palm of his right hand, where a vivid fire crow, half-hidden, half-visible, materialized.

He then threw it, shouting, “Go!”

The fire crow flew out, the Triple Jiao True Fire amidst a blaze of fiery red with a touch of bright yellow.

The Daoist Sects had countless methods of casting spells, including regular Spell Techniques, point-and-draw Techniques, Hand Seal Skills, Instant Techniques, Divine Thought Skills, etc.

But Tang Niao’s technique was quite unique; left hand initiating the spell, right hand steadying the spirit.

His technique wasn’t the fastest among various casting techniques, but the Techniques he released inherently carried spiritual intent, rendering a certain level of spiritual wisdom.

Thus, his Attacks were a level higher than ordinary Techniques.

The secret Left and Right Capturing Yellow Skill.

Once released, it attacked freely, reducing the burden on the cultivator to manage it, freeing up his hands to prepare other Techniques.