Chapter 673: Chapter 415: Disciples Turn on Each Other!
The white sand was like silver, sprawling along the edge of the deep brown seawater, with no end in sight.
Waves surged intermittently, only to retreat at an even faster pace—bold yet timid.
Bai Wuxin gazed at the imposing man before him, his eyes becoming icy cold, “Zhao Wuji.”
Zhao Wuji, the Sect Leader of the Ba Dao Sect, the head of “Three Sabers” among the Three Swords and Three Fools, a well-known young Grandmaster under the starry sky.
It was widely rumored that Zhao Wuji had been recruited by the Royal Family, a well-kept dog.
Now, it seemed to be true.
“Are you trying to stop me?” Bai Wuxin asked out loud.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Zhao Wuji laughed heartily and responded, “I’m standing right here, and it’s certainly not to listen to the waves or admire the moon.”
“Besides, there’s no moon tonight… Such a pity, a real pity…”
As a top-level martial artist, he had high standards for the battle environment.
To encounter such an opponent on a night .
If the full moon hung high, they could have had a spirited fight to the death under its light…
Of course, he was certain he would emerge as the victor in the end.
That would have made him very happy, and his spirits would have soared even higher.
“Too much nonsense,” Bai Wuxin frowned.
Before the words were finished, his body had turned into a white arc, lunging towards Zhao Wuji.
To him, whoever it was, as long as someone blocked the way, that person was his enemy.
In mid-air, his long sword was drawn from its scabbard.
The cold light illuminated heaven and earth.
“Broken Sword Style”!
Fast, the extreme of speed.
Cold, as cold as ice pressing down on snow.
Direct and straightforward, without any superfluous movement or complexity.
A single sword strike.
A celestial being arriving from beyond.
But, Zhao Wuji felt a tremendous pressure.
That wasn’t just a sword; it was as if being targeted and surrounded by tens of thousands of swords.
This was a sword to kill.
This was a style of sword meant for killing.
Zhao Wuji’s expression became excited.
His feet stomped the ground, and his hefty body soared into the sky.
Both hands swung the massive East Pole Saber, chopping down at Bai Wuxin, who was charging at him.
The Overlord Saber was known for its domineering nature, so facing an opponent like Bai Wuxin, how could he back down?
Fight force with force, overpower strength with strength.
Sword and saber collided.
The Yin Yang Qi contained in the weapons clashed violently.
Both bodies were blown away.
Bai Wuxin looked at his Blood-Drinking Sword with a pang of distress, but the edge had not sustained any nicks.
This brought him some relief.
A peerless treasure sword, truly remarkable in its uniqueness.
Zhao Wuji was equally shocked as he gazed at his East Pole Saber, which had been meticulously selected to complement his cultivation of the “Overlord Saber.”
If this youngster’s sharp blade had destroyed it, it would have been unbearable for him.
Great weapons, like beautiful women, are hard to come by without significant fortune.
Fortunately, the East Pole Saber was unharmed.
His eyes wide with surprise, he sized up Bai Wuxin. The youngster looked quite young, perhaps only about seventeen or eighteen?
How could he possess such a high level of cultivation?
More than a decade ago, he had already stepped into the Grandmaster Realm, rising to become a first-class master under this galaxy.
Yet, this youngster was his equal in combat.
Was he also a young Grandmaster?
Wasn’t that a bit too shocking?
Not long ago, Shen Xinglan broke through the Grandmaster Realm’s mountain gate before reaching twenty, dazzling and shocking the entire Cultivation World, hailed as a once-in-a-century cultivational genius.
Was this youngster… even more talented than Shen Xinglan?
Absolutely impossible!
Who was Shen Xinglan?
Born into a prominent family, he built his foundation with constant intake of Spirit Root Supplements.
His family’s collection of Secret Manuals was endless; he could read whatever he wanted, learn whatever he wanted.
He had sensed the Yin Yang Qi before the age of eight and was later personally taken down the mountain by the Great Grandmaster Xuanyuan Mingjing as a disciple…
Everyone knew that Shen Xinglan would one day become a Grandmaster.
Perhaps even a Great Grandmaster.
Bai Wuxin, an orphan…
“Still fighting?” Bai Wuxin frowned, seeing Zhao Wuji staring at him with a strange expression.
He didn’t care what Zhao Wuji was thinking; seeing that his own strike hadn’t brought Zhao Wuji down, he was eager to launch the second attack.
After this one, there would be another.
He was in a hurry to save that old man.
Although he didn’t like him, that was one of their own…
“Fight.” Zhao Wuji’s expression was excited, the smile almost spilling from his face, “Kid, are you a young Grandmaster?”
“Hahaha, of course, it matters. If you truly are a Grandmaster…” Zhao Wuji’s eyes glinted with greed as he looked at Bai Wuxin’s remarkably handsome face, “Then you will be the first young Grandmaster to die under my East Pole Saber…”
To nurture a genius is certainly joyful, but to extinguish a miracle is just as intoxicating.
Imagine, even a young Grandmaster falling beneath his blade…
Wouldn’t that further cement his formidable reputation?
“Come at me!” Bai Wuxin declared, face and heart both cold.
He didn’t wish to speak cruel words.
He preferred to take cruel actions.
Actions speak louder than the world’s most eloquent language.
“Good.” Zhao Wuji grasped his long saber, stomping the ground, and charging towards Bai Wuxin with clanging steps.
A saber hack straight from above.
He refused to believe.
He insisted on brute force.
He couldn’t believe his decades of cultivation couldn’t overcome a young man…
Bai Wuxin’s eyes grew stern, and his Blood-Drinking Sword struck again.