Chapter 107.2: Who Can Withstand Dao Shi’er’s Saber? (II)

Lu Changsheng’s voice rang out from within the sea of fist shadows. Then, he slashed out again. This earth-shattering strike darkened the sky, and everyone instinctively tilted their head upwards. They stared into the void, looking for Lu Changsheng’s saber.

And what did they see? They saw the saber fly, and the entire world transformed into a vast and boundless starry sky. Within that endless expanse, a massive waterfall crashed down from the heavens, roaring as it plunged toward the earth like a river of silver light.

Lu Changsheng unleashed a second Intent—the Starry Sky Waterfall Intent.

It was as though an enormous waterfall was unleashed from unimaginable heights, crashing down with a force so overwhelming that it defied comprehension.

Zhao Lun had no doubt that, once this saber fell, his fist shadows would be obliterated in an instant. To make matters even worse, he would perish.

“Two Intents… what terrifying, unrivalled talent…”

He had spent decades practicing martial arts before he finally comprehended a single Intent, and a single Intent was his limit. However, Dao Shi’er had comprehended two Intents, with the second far more powerful than the first.

This second Intent focused on explosive force and raw power that far surpassed Wave Intent.

Caught completely off guard, Zhao Lun had no opportunity to block it.

The countless fist shadows were about to be cleaved apart by Lu Changsheng’s saber. Just as the Starry Sky Waterfall Intent was about to descend together with the saber light to kill Zhao Lun, something unexpected happened.

Swoosh!

A point of silver light flashed out. Beneath the cover of night, it looked unnoticeable, but Lu Changsheng noticed it instantly. Lu Changsheng whipped his head around, but the silver light was already right in front of him.

It was a man dressed in black, holding a short sword straight at Lu Changsheng’s heart. There was nothing remarkable about this man at all, except for the eerie white human-faced mask he wore. Yet, the utterly ordinary man had seized the perfect moment to strike, launching his attack just after Lu Changsheng had unleashed two Intents.

His timing was flawless; he was fast, precise, and ruthless. This could only be the work of a natural-born assassin.

“What? Another sneak attack, and at such perfect timing?”

“That mask… could it be the Shadow Swordsman?”

“Yes, it must be him! That godlike assassination sword technique… his completely ordinary appearance, and speedy strikes capable of killing in a single blow. It has to be him!”

“They say the Shadow Swordsman never strikes unless he is certain, and once he does, his target is guaranteed to die. I can’t believe he chose this moment to act. He truly picked the perfect opportunity. Dao Shi’er is in serious trouble now.”

Many martial artists immediately recognized the Shadow Swordsman. No one knew his real name, but he was infamous throughout the jianghu. His true face had never been revealed, yet he had made many assassination attempts over the years.

His targets were often Divine Strength martial artists, and he had never failed.

Even Zhao Lun was shocked. He had no connection to the Shadow Swordsman at all, nor had they ever crossed paths before. Clearly, the Shadow Swordsman’s attack had nothing to do with helping Zhao Lun. His goal had to have been to kill Dao Shi’er in a single strike and seize the Alum Core Ore.

For a moment, Zhao Lun felt something strange stir in his heart. He had been roaming the jianghu for decades, but he suddenly found himself forced to join hands against a junior.

At this critical moment, Lu Changsheng still showed no panic whatsoever. He did not even attempt to dodge. Instead, his gaze locked firmly onto the Shadow Swordsman.

What a superb assassination technique. Fast, precise, and ruthless. Far stronger than what I once had.

Lu Changsheng recalled the Deathflash technique he had created. Compared to the Shadow Swordsman’s assassination technique, it was clearly inferior. In a situation like this, even a Thousand Cauldrons Stage expert was doomed.

However, Lu Changsheng was not even at that stage yet.

“Lin. Bing.” Lu Changsheng uttered softly.

Boom!

A sound reminiscent of a great bell’s tolling erupted, echoing in the ears of both the Shadow Swordsman and Zhao Lun. Lu Changsheng had unleashed the Nine-Character Mantra secret technique twice in succession, striking Zhao Lun and the Shadow Swordsman at the same time.

The short sword in the Shadow Swordsman’s hand trembled slightly. It was clear that he tried to resist, but it was useless. He seemed to freeze in place, sword aimed, yet unable to advance even a fraction further.

Zhao Lun was no different. His mind went blank, his spirit was shaken, and his blood qi was thrown into turmoil. He could not move at all.

Given their willpower, blood qi, and physical strength, even the Nine-Character Mantra could not restrain them for long, especially Zhao Lun. His Intent made it even harder to suppress him.

However, Lu Changsheng pressed down on Zhao Lun using two Intents at once, gnawing away at Zhao Lun’s Intent. The Nine-Character Mantra did not need to hold them for long, as half a breath was enough.

Whenever experts clashed, victory and defeat were often decided in the blink of an eye.

Lu Changsheng swung his saber sharply, cutting left and right in a single motion.

Swoosh!

This time, there were no surprises, and death followed as the saber light streaked across the air. The Shadow Swordsman’s head was severed instantly, and his head tumbled to the ground. Zhao Lun clutched his throat tightly. His head did not fall, but blood sprayed out violently from his neck. It was a fatal injury.

Thud, thud!

Both bodies collapsed to the ground; they were deader than dead.

The battle ended so fast that only a few saw or understood how it ended, but it resulted in Dao Shi’er winning the battle. Zhao Lun and the Shadow Swordsman fell to his saber.

Lu Changsheng did not bother to peer beneath the Shadow Swordsman’s mask. His true face no longer mattered, as he was now nothing more than a cold corpse. He paused briefly beside Zhao Lun’s body, shook his head slightly, and continued walking forward.

In the jianghu, a person had no control over their fate. Age did not matter, nor did seniority. The only thing that mattered here was strength, and the lack of it meant death.

Lu Changsheng walked toward the Shangyuan Daoist Court, step by step. Wherever his gaze passed, people instinctively retreated with a trace of shock still lingering in their eyes.

They looked at the corpses on the ground. Zhao Lun and the Shadow Swordsman were famous figures. Of course, Chen Lei, whose corpse was carried away by the Heavy Sword Sect, had quite the reputation as well, but today, they were killed.

Zhao Lun and the Shadow Swordsman had joined forces, but they could not defeat Dao Shi’er. Who would still dare to block his path?

“The Alum Core Ore is right here,” Lu Changsheng said calmly. “Who still wants it? If you can withstand my strike, then the Alum Core Ore is yours.”

Lu Changsheng stood with his saber in hand. Not a single drop of blood stained his weapon or his clothes, and an overwhelming killing intent radiated from him, suffocating all who faced him.

At this moment, no one doubted Dao Shi’er’s words. If one could withstand Dao Shi’er’s saber, one could take the Alum Core Ore away. The problem was this—who would dare claim that they could withstand his saber?

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