Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 684 - 684 683 No Escape 2

684: Chapter 683: No Escape 2 684: Chapter 683: No Escape 2 Wei Liao’s words were very clear; his core message was simple: even if he really was a flower thief, he was one with boundaries, a gentleman thief.

He had never lingered around the minor dwellings of Gu, which meant he had not intended to use force.

Given his abilities and the defenses of those dwellings, the direct approach would have been the fastest for him.

Thus, his target was on Hou Niao, not on the Fairy in white.

This point had to be made clear because many men do not care about their enemies, yet they care greatly about their women.

He was gambling, betting that a cultivator of such strength would not mind having one more enemy.

This was the pride of many powerful cultivators, and history was replete with tales that had persisted through the ages because of this.

He certainly knew that there could be no mutual admiration between the two, but as long as there was no intent to kill, surviving today’s predicament was enough.

“What I have said is the truth, I can swear by the Heavenly Dao.

If there is any concealment, may the heavens strike me with lightning!”

Guan Ruyu really hadn’t lied, at least his actions matched his current statement; his so-called nine parts truth and one part falsehood meant that nine parts were factual truth, and one part was false thought.

But in the cultivation world, one could not be condemned just for their thoughts.

If that were the case, all cultivators would deserve death.

Hou Niao remained unmoved, “Run.

A hundred feet away, I’ll release a sword strike.

If you escape, we turn the page on this chapter.

If not, let us never speak of this again.”

Guan Ruyu’s heart stirred.

He of course understood that no one would truly be indifferent after knowing someone harbored dishonorable intentions towards their Daoist couple.

There would be some form of punishment, be it true or false.

That sword had to strike to clear the air.

Thus, he believed that Hou Niao’s words were just a way to let him off the hook, after all, he had done nothing except help recall the memory of the Yingtai Trading Route.

No evil had been caused, his demeanor was proper, and he was realistic and forthright, with Yingtai cultivators standing by as witnesses…

Most importantly, he did not believe anyone on the Jinxiu Continent could kill him with one sword strike, not even the Constellation True Inheritor.

He had verified this himself during his spell demonstration with Tang Yan.

A sword cultivator’s single sword strike implied more than just one strike; it encompassed the time from when the Flying Sword left the body to when it returned.

Some might manage a few extra moves, while those less powerful would show less variation; just like a magic cultivator’s spell, which could morph endlessly until its power was exhausted.

With his skills and treasures, surviving the opponent’s one sword strike was certainly feasible.

Therefore, he did not waste words but simply bowed, “I shall leave this place and return to my sect to accept punishment, and resign from being the True Inheritor.”

Having said that, his form flickered, and he appeared dozens of feet away.

Seeing that the sword cultivator made no move, he felt relieved, and what followed was a great escape, executing a cautious show of weakness excellently.

No sooner had his body tunneled a hundred feet than Hou Niao vanished into thin air, and a Flying Sword rapidly pursued him.

The three onlookers each made their judgment,

Nie Yingnan spoke carelessly, “This man shouldn’t be killed, but we could leave him a souvenir, maybe a hand or a leg.”

Chen Zhaodi reflexively objected, “Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.

This Daoist Guan is a deep thinker, full of nonsense.

What he said today was but a temporary expedient.”

However, Xiang Anshi thought differently, “Tang Yan?

Was Tang Yan forced into the Golden Core by this man?

We’ve been looking everywhere for the answer, and it turns out it’s been right by our side.”

As he tunneled, Guan Ruyu was prepared for the Flying Sword’s attack from behind.

He certainly didn’t think that the sword cultivator would let him off easily; the nature of his punishment depended only on his own strength.

So as soon as the Flying Sword moved, he uttered a countermove.

He instantly summoned a black stork, which turned to strike the Flying Sword, only to be split in two.

This was within his expectations; following the Black Stork was a treasure seal, spinning and emitting a captivating brilliance… still, it was cleaved into pieces by the flying sword.

Somewhat solemnly, no wonder this person could confront Senior Brother Tang head-on without falling behind, forcing Senior Brother Tang to enter the Upper Realm just to escape.

Now it seemed, there was no fluke in victory, the force on this sword cultivator’s flying sword was surprisingly heavy, and there was no reduction in strength between the two strikes.

He then threw out a Prohibition Talisman, not hoping to block the sword cultivator’s flying sword, but merely to delay for a few moments, enough to unleash his ultimate technique.

After all, as a True Inheritor, he had vision, insight, and temperament.

He knew that merely running away wasn’t a solution, and some matters had to be confronted directly; it was just a sword blow after all, and with the cultivators from the Ying Platform present, he doubted the opposing part would go back on their word.

The Prohibition Talisman transformed into a black mist, tightly coiling around the flying sword.

Sensing that the talisman couldn’t last long, he decisively turned back and yelled,

“Defend!”

With his hands pointing towards the ground, the outline of a mountain range appeared behind him; it was the Three Mountains Formation, which he had steeped himself in for a century and had used once before during the Sea God Festival.

However, this time, it was different; not only were there mountains, but on the mountains stood a white-foreheaded tiger with glaring eyes.

In a moment, layers of mountain shadows emerged, and continuous tiger roars filled the air; it was the first stance of the Three Mountains Technique, the White Tiger Descending the Southern Mountain.

The next moment, the flying sword had already burst through the dark mist of the Prohibition Talisman, colliding head-on with the White Tiger of the Southern Mountain.

Suddenly, the mountains crumbled, and the earth split as the mighty tiger roars filled the sky; a streak of clear light flashed through it all.

Guan Ruyu was shocked, as he felt the power of the flying sword had doubled after this collision!

How was this possible?

Did the flying sword not need to return to the sword cultivator’s Purple Mansion to recuperate?

With no time to ponder further, he changed his hand gestures and pointed towards the sky, unhesitatingly performing the second stance of the Three Mountains Technique, the Black Tiger Lazy Scratch Mountain.

The tiger borrowed the power of the mountain, and the mountain relied on the tiger’s ferocity, proving mightier than the first stance.

At that time, the White Tiger had already been dispelled into mist; the sword light turned and collided once again with the Black Tiger.

Guan Ruyu was tremendously shocked as he discovered the power of the flying sword had once again doubled, almost shattering his understanding of cultivation philosophy!

Shouldn’t power be balanced?

How could it keep increasing?

He cursed inwardly, accusing Tang Yan of not speaking the truth, belittling the sword cultivator just to draw him out, pushing him to such a dire situation now.

He also realized the sword cultivator’s intention; he never intended to let him go, he was out for total extermination!

He didn’t even have time to argue or speak; everything depended on whether he could block the flying sword first.

His crown scattered, his gaze fierce, he gathered all his mana, pointing one hand to the sky, and the other to the ground, amidst the Western Approaching Cloud Tiger.

The mountain’s outline had completely disappeared, converging into the Cloud Tiger, which was fierce and wildly raging, facing the oncoming flying sword head-on.

By then, Guan Ruyu had no retreat left, as this Cloud Tiger was supported by all his body’s mana; another defeat, and there would be no future!

The sky erupted in a bright sphere as if the sun had risen in the night, darkening the stars, accompanied by thunderous reverberations that lingered long after.

Following the Heavenly Might, peace gradually returned; in the sky, there was no longer any trace of Guan Ruyu, just a cultivator standing with his hands behind his back, who sneered:

“Ultimately, do you have bulls’ balls, or do bulls have your balls?”