92: Chapter 92 The Sword Sect Appears, a White Tiger Carries a Crane!

Boom!

The ultimate saber light tore through the night sky.

The air was forcibly pushed aside, forming a vacuum zone visible to the naked eye.

Before the Saber Qi even arrived, the bluestone slabs on the street below could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure.

Densely packed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the hard stone slabs.

Accompanied by the groaning sounds of them being unable to bear the weight, the slabs shattered one after another, and stone fragments splattered in all directions.

Que Wuhua's sprinting figure suddenly froze.

The hairs all over his body stood on end, and a chill rushed from his tailbone straight to his crown.

An intense sense of crisis made his scalp tingle.

"I will die!"

Que Wuhua bit the tip of his tongue and violently spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood essence.

Before the blood mist could dissipate in mid-air, it was completely absorbed by the True Qi surging wildly from his body.

His originally pale face instantly flushed purple-red.

The veins on his neck writhed violently, almost bursting through his skin.

"Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Melody!"

Que Wuhua opened his mouth, and a screeching, shrill howl emanated from the depths of his throat.

Visible ripples of black sound waves spread crazily in all directions with him as the center.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

This was a lethal ultimate technique of the Demon Sound Sect, and even he had to pay a significant price to use it.

However, the situation was critical, and he could not care about that much anymore.

Hum—

The black sound wave ripples collided violently with that brilliant white saber light in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a teeth-grinding, piercing screech of friction.

Sizzle!

The saber blade cut into the sound wave ripples, forcibly tearing and shredding them.

Immediately after, an extremely violent, invisible shockwave swept outward in a ring from the point of collision.

Rumble!

Wherever the shockwave passed, the eaves, tiles, wooden carved window lattices on both sides, and even the stone lions on the street were instantly reduced to powder dancing in the sky.

Within a radius of several tens of zhang, all sounds were completely drowned out by this terrifying vibration.

He Linfeng and Xiao Hegui, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, were forced to retreat repeatedly by this wave of energy.

The two of them stopped their actions simultaneously.

They stared fixedly at the destructive saber radiance in mid-air, their breathing even coming to a halt.

The next moment.

The front of Que Wuhua's clothes instantly burst open, and his entire body flew backward in an extremely twisted posture.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His body crashed through the roofs of three pavilions in succession, finally slamming heavily onto the bluestone road at the end of the long street.

The immense inertia plowed a deep trench over ten zhang long into the ground.

Stone fragments tumbled about.

Que Wuhua lay in the deep pit at the end of the trench, covered in blood, his life or death unknown.

The entire long street fell into a deathly silence.

There was only the pitter-patter of rain dripping onto the ruins.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily followed the direction from which the saber light had struck.

Under the night sky in the distance.

A man dressed in black brocade robes and wearing a wide bamboo hat was standing quietly atop the highest tower in the capital.

The night wind blew, making his robes rustle loudly.

The bamboo hat was pulled very low, and the shadows completely obscured his face.

The dark clouds parted just at this moment.

The cold moonlight poured down, illuminating the pitch-black long saber in his hand.

The saber blade had no reflection, swallowing all surrounding light.

Just a single strike.

It had directly severely wounded Que Wuhua, the True Disciple of this generation of the Demon Sound Sect and a Martial Artist of the Sixth Grade Realm.

Such terrifying strength made everyone present feel a sense of suffocation.

Xiao Hegui's reaction was the fastest.

This old-school Fifth Grade evil cultivator, who had been hiding in the Southern Border for ten years, had a sense of smell for danger far surpassing ordinary people.

He knew very well that if that strike just now had been aimed at him, his outcome would definitely have been even more miserable than Que Wuhua's.

With even his employer's life or death unknown, why was he still staying here risking his life?

"Run!"

Xiao Hegui's face turned deathly pale, and the muscles on his withered cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

He forcibly squeezed out the remaining True Qi in his body.

He stomped his feet heavily on the roof ridge.

The tiles beneath his feet instantly turned into powder.

His entire body transformed into a gray afterimage, and he fled crazily toward the outside of the city without looking back.

Above the high tower.

Chen Ran slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the bamboo hat locking onto that gray afterimage fleeing at high speed.

The five fingers of his right hand, gripping the saber hilt, tightened.

"Want to leave?"

The calm voice dispersed in the night wind, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The next moment.

Chen Ran held the saber with one hand and swung it from top to bottom.

Boom!

The True Qi within his body erupted violently.

An Aura even more violent and overbearing than before swept across the entire long street.

"Mad Tiger Saber Technique."

This ordinary saber technique, cultivated to Perfection, erupted with power far exceeding that of ordinary people in his hands.

The saber light tore through the air once again.

Accompanied by a deafening tiger roar.

A massive, white, glowing tiger phantom, composed entirely of solidified True Qi, formed abruptly behind Chen Ran.

The tiger's cold pupils stared fixedly at the prey fleeing ahead.

Roar!

The white tiger phantom exerted force with all four paws, shattering the Void Realm.

It transformed into a white bolt of lightning, pouncing wildly toward Xiao Hegui.

Xiao Hegui heard the sound of air being torn behind him.

He glanced back, and was instantly terrified out of his wits.

"Demon Crane Body Protection!"

Xiao Hegui let out a shrill scream and violently formed hand seals.

All the True Qi in his body gushed out without reservation.

Condensing into a dark green Demon Crane phantom several zhang high behind him.

The Demon Crane spread its wings, attempting to block the white tiger pouncing over.

However.

The white tiger phantom opened its gaping maw and bit the Demon Crane's neck in one go.

Snap!

Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound.

That imposing Demon Crane phantom couldn't even hold out for a single breath before being torn to pieces by the white tiger.

The dark green True Qi dissipated with a boom.

The white tiger's momentum remained undiminished, and its massive tiger claw slammed heavily onto Xiao Hegui's back.

Pfft!

Xiao Hegui spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.

His withered body was smashed directly into the residential house below by the violent force.

With a loud boom.

The entire house collapsed, completely burying Xiao Hegui.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere.

Xiao Hegui, the Demon Crane who had been filled with ferocious flames just a moment ago, now didn't even leave behind a trace of his presence.

He Linfeng's hands, gripping his heavy sword, trembled slightly.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the figure standing like a deep pool and a towering mountain atop the high tower.

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

"Saber Master..."

He Linfeng's voice carried a hint of undisguised shock.

Within the Jianghu, there are many martial arts schools.

A Martial Artist who can Cultivate a certain weapon to the pinnacle of Perfection and return to simplicity will be honored as an "Ancestor".

There is the Sword Ancestor for the sword, and the Saber Master for the saber.

This is not a division of strength Realm, but an ultimate recognition of martial arts attainment.

The mysterious person wearing a bamboo hat before him had only used two strikes.

One strike to severely wound a Sixth Grade True Disciple of the Demon Sect, and one strike to instantly kill an old-school Fifth Grade evil cultivator.

And he used very basic saber technique Moves.

Such a method of turning decay into magic is definitely the real deal, a Saber Master!

He Linfeng asked himself, even those Elders in the Zhengyang Sword Sect who were in closed-door cultivation, in terms of weapon comprehension alone, were probably no better than this.

In this deep pool that is the capital, when did such a powerful Dragon crossing the river hide itself?

He Linfeng gripped the sword hilt tighter, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his palms.

The biggest problem now is, is this mysterious Saber Master a friend or an enemy?

He turned his head to look at the few Six Doors Silver Badge Constables not far away.

He saw that those constables, who were usually arrogant, were now all looking solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Even the people from the Six Doors didn't know him?

He Linfeng's heart sank completely.

If this Saber Master held hostility toward the imperial court, everyone present tonight probably wouldn't be enough for him to cut down with a single strike.

The atmosphere on the long street was suppressed to the extreme.

No one dared to act rashly, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Just as everyone was in a stalemate.

Chen Ran on the high tower finally made a Move.

He sheathed his saber.

The friction of the black saber entering the scabbard was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent night sky.

Chen Ran turned his head slightly, his gaze beneath the bamboo hat sweeping over the few constables in official uniforms below.

"People from the government?"

The calm voice rippled in the night wind, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"What are you making noise about here in the middle of the night?"

The few Silver Badge Constables looked at each other, all seeing the awe in each other's eyes.

One of the most Senior constables steeled himself and stepped forward.

He cupped his hands, bowed deeply, and lowered his posture to the lowest level.

"Reporting to Senior."

"Tonight, Demon Sect evildoers are causing chaos, and we are ordered to apprehend wanted criminals here."

"We did not know Senior was here, and we have disturbed Senior's quiet Cultivation; we hope Senior will forgive our sins!"