C221 Rise Again(2)

Nobody knew what had happened, but seeing only about a dozen people emerge gave everyone a bad feeling. Initially, thousands had entered this mysterious cave, yet now only a handful remained. Among them, a young man with a spear stood out, unfamiliar to the crowd, while the rest seemed to be experts at the Shape Gathering Stage.

"Why is each of them holding a black weapon?" someone wondered aloud. "Could that be what they gained from the cave?"

Before this speculation could spread, the weapons in their hands began to change. It seemed like everyone was struggling against their weapons, except for the young man with the spear, who remained unaffected.

Eventually, one of the experts wielding a sword couldn't withstand the pull of his weapon and let go. His sword transformed into a streak of black light, shooting into the night sky. Following this, others quickly lost their grip, and various weapons turned into black streaks, flying off in different directions.

In the end, only the young man with the spear was left, still holding his black spear. All eyes turned to him, and some even moved to confront him. However, the young man was prepared; as soon as anyone made a move, he released several array flags from his hand.

A group of about a dozen people, including three severely injured elders, suddenly fell into chaos, attacking wildly. Taking advantage of the confusion, the young man with the gun quickly broke away and fled...

After a considerable time, the experts from various factions finally shook off the chaotic state. However, during the turmoil, two more experts at the Shape Gathering Stage were accidentally killed...

"Sigh... the tragedy of the setting sun..."

The sigh of the elder from the Fallen Sun Sect echoed, and everyone felt a wave of melancholy.

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At the Liu family estate, in the banquet hall.

To intimidate everyone present, Patriarch Liu approached Woo Zhengyang slowly, exuding a powerful sense of pressure. He noticed Zhengyang's sword seemed to waver slightly but dismissed it.

In a flash, they were less than ten feet apart, and Patriarch Liu's blazing sword was already swinging down. The three fiery dragons swirling around the blade seemed to expand infinitely, ready to engulf Zhengyang.

Yet, even at this moment, Zhengyang remained motionless, his hand gripping the No Life Sword trembling slightly, as if paralyzed by fear. The fiery blade was now right above his head.

A single strand of hair, touched by the blade's gleam, instantly curled and singed.

In that very moment, Woo Zhengyang suddenly sprang into action! To be precise, it was the No Life Sword in his hand that moved.

Woo Zhengyang himself seemed as still as a statue, as if his soul had departed, yet the sword in his hand appeared to possess a spirit of its own. It pulled his hand upward, as if he were a marionette, leaving everyone bewildered.

But then, an overwhelming sense of danger filled the air, causing hearts to race and bodies to tremble, as if they were standing at the edge of a precipice.

Even Patriarch Liu, standing opposite Woo Zhengyang, wasn't spared. Under the weight of this ominous aura, he hesitated for a moment before stepping back in fear.

"Boom..."

The fiery blade in Patriarch Liu's hand slammed into the ground. Under its immense power, the stone-paved surface ignited, sending the smell of charred earth wafting through the air.

The ultimate move of the "Fiery Blade Technique" was indeed formidable. Yet, at this moment, no one was left to marvel at its power. After all, what good was its might if, just as it was about to strike Woo Zhengyang, Patriarch Liu retreated, leaving the blade to crash into empty ground?

Woo Zhengyang felt nothing more than a warm breeze brushing past him, leaving him completely unharmed. The crowd was puzzled by the sudden surge of danger that had emanated from Woo Zhengyang, forcing Patriarch Liu to retreat on his own. Even an expert at the Shape Gathering Stage couldn't release such an aura to repel a Peak Martial Master like that!

If Woo Zhengyang was indeed beyond the Shape Gathering Stage, it seemed unlikely, as he wouldn't have been suppressed until now.

"What... what kind of sorcery is this?" Patriarch Liu asked, his face filled with shock. Woo Zhengyang, however, didn't bother to answer. Instead, he casually swung his black longsword toward him.

Given the distance between them, only an expert at the Shape Gathering Stage could attack from afar. Woo Zhengyang's swing seemed to lack any real power. Yet, that dangerous aura returned, prompting Patriarch Liu to instinctively leap backward.

In the blink of an eye, Patriarch Liu had retreated several yards. But the next moment, everyone saw him fall to the ground, eyes wide with terror. A dark, deathly aura spread across his face...

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