13: Chapter 13 The River God of Langhe is dead!

The River God of Langhe before him had already circled around Li Yuan once.

It seemed he had roughly memorized Li Yuan's appearance and build.

When he performed his disguise later, he would take on this exact form.

The River God of Langhe himself was a rather fastidious old man; he was dressed in luxurious clothing, the fabric of which was clearly extraordinary.

His cheeks were somewhat chubby, and his stature was much shorter than Li Yuan's.

Li Yuan was actually quite curious how this old man would manage to disguise himself to look like him.

Meanwhile, the River God of Langhe began to issue orders to Li Yuan.

"Now, demonstrate all kinds of movements for me: running, jumping, walking, and crawling.

The essence of disguise lies not in the facial features, but in the physical form and demeanor.

If you can learn the movements to Perfection, only then is it a true masquerade!"

The old man, the River God of Langhe, seemed very proud of his disguise technique.

As he spoke of disguise, a bit more of a smile appeared on his face.

However, the things he said didn't carry much weight with Li Yuan.

Li Yuan reached out and pulled a blade from beneath the wooden cart; he had just felt the other's martial arts pressure.

This River God of Langhe didn't have Eighth-Grade strength at all.

At Seventh-Grade Perfection, he was even less likely to be Li Yuan's match.

In his heart, Li Yuan had already decided to take action and deal with this River God of Langhe.

Seeing Li Yuan take out a weapon, the River God of Langhe shook his head somewhat helplessly.

"Why are people nowadays always so unwilling to cooperate?

The few people from the Shun Kingdom who came before were like this, and now you're following their bad example."

He lectured Li Yuan in the tone of an elder.

It was as if Li Yuan had truly done something wrong.

Sighing, the River God of Langhe continued to persuade him in an elder's tone.

"Young man, don't think that just because you're going to die anyway, there's nothing left to fear.

I have many methods in my hands to torture you.

Take my advice and cooperate properly.

Once I finish the disguise, I'll send you on your way easily, and it definitely won't be painful."

After the River God of Langhe finished speaking, his gaze fell upon Li Yuan, waiting for a reply.

His face was full of expectation, hoping that Li Yuan would agree with his words.

Unfortunately, the blade in Li Yuan's hand moved an inch closer to him.

"I've said so much, yet you child won't listen to a single word.

Since that's the case, I'll just have to use some methods to torture you properly.

Since you're so stubborn, I'll use you to test the new poison I've recently developed."

As his voice fell, the River God of Langhe gripped a thick needle and lunged toward Li Yuan.

It was a casual Move.

A mere corpse-collecting soldier naturally wouldn't be worth the attention of someone like him.

Subduing him with a random Move was easy; the torture that followed was the core, the main event.

Suddenly, the long blade in Li Yuan's hand slashed out, an aura as imposing as a mountain erupting instantly.

His Seventh-Grade pressure met the attack head-on, showing no fear whatsoever.

At the same time, the lightning aura contained within the Heavenly Thunder Blade also surged out in a crisscross pattern.

The River God of Langhe, who had been completely casual a moment ago, hurriedly retracted his Move.

He employed the Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps to dodge with all his might.

It was clear that he was a cut above his disciple, Jiang Qian.

His proficiency in using the movement technique was far superior.

After dodging the strike, the casual expression on the River God of Langhe's old face vanished, replaced now only by shock.

This Corpse Collector before him had nearly seriously injured him with that single strike!

"What a boy who knows how to hide his strength; I really almost let you trick me.

Since that opportunity didn't wound me, even the heavens do not wish for me to perish.

The mandate of heaven cannot be defied; next, it's your death..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yuan mimicked his earlier manner and let out a somewhat helpless sigh.

An assassin who couldn't even perceive his own injuries.

His back had already been slashed by the momentum of that previous blade strike.

Though he had avoided the core of the slash, he was already wounded.

The Heavenly Thunder Blade contained a lightning aura; perhaps its numbing effect had masked the pain.

Simultaneously, this numbing effect would significantly slow his movements.

Before the River God of Langhe could strike, Li Yuan's second blade strike was already slashing down.

What followed was a continuous assault, giving him no chance to counterattack at all.

By the time he blocked the third Move, the River God of Langhe was truly terrified.

He felt a mortal threat; Li Yuan's two slashes were both aimed directly at his weaknesses.

He circulated the Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps to dodge, but that blade went straight toward the position where he was dodging.

It was as if he were being seen through completely; how he would dodge and how he would block were all fully anticipated...

The River God of Langhe's intuition was very accurate.

Li Yuan had obtained the martial arts experience of his disciple, Jiang Qian; their sect's exclusive martial arts held no secrets before him.

Before the fourth Move could be unleashed, the River God of Langhe's face was already filled with terror.

Just a moment ago, he had been thinking about masquerading as Li Yuan and forcing Li Yuan to practice all sorts of movements like running, walking, and crawling.

Now, however, he was the one frantically demonstrating all of them together.

With the Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps performed to the limit, he wanted to flee; this River God of Langhe no longer had any thought of avenging his disciple.

All he thought about now was how to save his life and how to stay alive.

Next, he saw an even more desperate situation.

This young Da Shun Corpse Collector was actually also performing the Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps, chasing after him...

With those proficient steps, he even felt that they were nearly identical to his own as the River God.

A wave of numbness washed over his body, and he felt somewhat unable to exert strength.

Immediately afterward, the long blade pierced into his abdomen.

This River God of Langhe, who had caused the Yingyang Pass defenders to panic in terror, was about to lose his life here.

Li Yuan pulled out the long blade, and blood followed it out.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that his body had begun to lose all strength, and even his speech was becoming incoherent.

"If your ability isn't enough, then don't pretend to be an elder and lecture others; it's honestly a bit annoying to listen to."

After Li Yuan said this to him, he stabbed him again.

This top assassin of the Jin Kingdom, the River God of Langhe—a Seventh-Grade Perfection expert who was extremely skilled in movement techniques—died just like that.

A moment later, a golden speck of light floated up from his body.

Seeing this dazzling color, Li Yuan was quite happy.

He hadn't expected that a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist would actually present a golden prompt.

Previously, Li Yuan had only seen golden specks of light on the corpses of Ninth-Grade Mortal Immortals.

Touching it with the Corpse Looting Technique, the small characters surfaced before his eyes once again.

[Corpse Looting Technique (Level 3): Picked up Jiang Tuo's martial experience, seventy years of martial Internal Energy, Langhe Breath-Hiding Art, Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps, Langhe Disguise Art, poison records]

He had indeed obtained quite a few things from this River God of Langhe; no wonder it presented a golden light prompt.

However, he had already obtained the Langhe Breath-Hiding Art and Langhe Cloud-Treading Steps from Jiang Qian.

Those were considered a waste, but the other items were all solid benefits.

Especially after obtaining the seventy years of martial Internal Energy from the River God of Langhe, Li Yuan saw that his own Internal Energy had already accumulated to the Eighth-Grade.