Mu Jiu and Bai Shuo blinked, while the others remained silent.
Only Fan Yue seemed completely focused on Bai Shuo, tightly holding her hand with an unreadable expression on his face.
Fan Yue gripped her hand, his lips pressed into a thin line as if holding back anger.
Bai Shuo, oblivious to her little disciple’s reaction, suddenly remembered something and looked anxiously at Chong Zhao.
Chong Zhao had already retracted his hand. He looked indifferently at the two figures before him, seemingly forgetting about Bai Shuo. Only he himself knew that his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, were clenched tightly, drawing cold blood from his palm.
Seeing he was unharmed, Bai Shuo sighed in relief, entirely unaware of the turmoil within him, and quickly shifted her attention. She stared at the towering blacksmith with his iron staff and swallowed, licking her lips in awe.
That was a Kunlun sword cultivator—a peak immortal lord! His full-force attack had just been deflected by an iron staff?
This was insane! How could this blacksmith, who spent his days catching her sneaking around, be so powerful?!
“Wow! Incredible! Brother, what’s your name? Let’s be friends! I’m Mu Jiu of Jingyou…” Mu Jiu’s eyes sparkled, and he jumped forward, attempting to slap Hua Da Tie on the shoulder.
Suddenly, Hua Da Tie swept Mu Jiu away with his staff, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. Just as he was about to curse, he froze in shock as Rong Xian rose again. Lowering his head, the Kunlun iron sword returned to his hand. Mu Jiu’s leap had landed him right beside Rong Xian.
Mu Jiu clutched his wildly beating heart and quickly hid behind Hua Da Tie.
“Senior, what happened a thousand years ago is in the past and has nothing to do with us.” Hua Da Tie lazily patted his staff, yawning. “If you seek revenge, go find the Kunlun sword cultivators of the Underworld.”
Not far away, Rong Xian’s blood-red eyes flashed with murderous intent. He looked coldly at the group and raised the Kunlun iron sword once again.
An unrivaled wave of sword energy surged toward the sky, dark clouds gathered over the mountainside, and lightning struck the iron sword. The sword energy multiplied in power, far stronger than before.
Hua Da Tie’s expression changed, and he held his staff, pointing it at Rong Xian, the red light intensifying as his casual demeanor vanished.
“Damn it! What are the immortals even good for?! Isn’t Strange City sealed by Jin Yao to suppress spiritual energy? Why is he unaffected?!” Mu Jiu cursed, terrified by the ominous thunderclouds, raising his miniature Wheel of Annihilation in frustration. Despite his best efforts, only faint flickers of demon energy emerged.
Bai Shuo, reminded of something, suddenly looked at Rong Xian with clarity.
So that’s it!
No wonder Nan Wan’s attack had struck Rong Xian without causing him any harm. While everyone in Strange City was bound by the spiritual seal, Rong Xian retained his formidable power.
The seal suppressed only the spiritual energy of immortals and demons. Only one type of being was unaffected—the “strangers” (异族, referring to non-immortal, non-demon entities).
But since Rong Xian was an immortal by birth, he was not a “stranger.” That left only one possibility: he was neither immortal nor demon. In other words, he wasn’t truly Rong Xian!
For beings like him, if he did not voluntarily give up, no one could defeat him.
“Chief Ling Long was of the fox clan!”
Just as the Kunlun iron sword, charged with lightning, was about to strike, Bai Shuo suddenly released Fan Yue’s hand, stepped in front of Hua Da Tie, and shouted toward Rong Xian.
“A-Shuo!”
“Bai Shuo!”
Chong Zhao and Fan Yue’s expressions changed instantly, and they moved to rush forward, but Bai Shuo sharply waved them off. “Stay back!”
Both of them halted, as the Kunlun iron sword had stopped.
Rong Xian lifted his gaze, showing his first sign of awareness since his descent into madness. His fierce eyes fixed on Bai Shuo.
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