As well as the youth sitting cross-legged.
Situ Deqing’s eyes instantly became fixed, and murderous intent surged in his heart.
"Li Guan, are you playing me?!"
He looked at Li Guan, feeling the rise of killing intent, and as he moved in a flash, he sensed another wave of murderous Qi targeting him. His gaze shifted away from the second-floor Li Guan, away from Zu Wenyuan, and locked onto the bronze lamp.
The bronze lamp flickered.
Situ Deqing attempted to get closer and strike again.
As the bronze lamp shimmered, that killing intent once again locked on him.
Situ Deqing saw Zu Wenyuan protecting the lamp and naturally made his judgment—
The feeling that if he made a move, he would be struck dead was precisely because of the bronze lamp that was firmly guarded.
This was a logical conclusion, especially as the old man held the lamp even more protectively. Situ Deqing snickered, turning into an afterimage. Zu Wenyuan’s wrist flicked, and the lamp maintaining Li Guan’s consciousness was tossed into the air.
But Situ Deqing was faster.
Transformed into an afterimage, with just one sword stroke, he precisely struck the lamp.
This showed that his movement technique, wrist work, and swordsmanship were extremely precise and stable.
His martial prowess was certainly not an illusion.
The bronze material was obviously extremely robust. According to Situ Deqing’s judgment, this lamp, even if not a weapon, was still a treasure with its special divine abilities.
So he struck with all his might.
The treasure shattered, and the faint lamp light was scattered by Situ Deqing’s Sword Qi. The assassin’s foot touched down on the broken end of the carriage while his body slightly inclined forward, his gaze cold and body steady.
The lamp flame went out, becoming the last wisp of fire between the old man and Situ Deqing.
Li Guan opened his eyes.
His eyes were as dark as ink, the pupils dilated, the whites of his eyes diminishing.
Situ Deqing felt a heaviness in his body.
A terrifying murderous aura erupted as he suddenly retreated, instinctively slipping into the void like a droplet of water falling into the air, leaving not a single ripple. Li Guan opened his eyes, bewildered, awakened to the present, but his consciousness still lingered in a daze.
Was he a challenger, or an overlord...
Then the next moment, that killing intent sped straight towards him.
Consequently, passivity made the choice for him.
As Situ Deqing made his kill, the current Li Guan naturally acted as an overlord would. He grabbed his weapon and rose to his feet.
His robe billowed as if it were a fierce wind from 800 years ago. The murderous Qi on the Divine Weapon began to dissipate, naturally affecting the surroundings. The sight before people’s eyes was an illusion of the flesh, brain, and Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, the murderous Qi twisted the perception of the Primordial Spirit, causing both Zu Wenyuan and Breaking Army to sense a distortion. Li Guan lifted his head and saw the rippling water before him, certainly the work of the world’s tenth-ranked assassin, invisible to the naked eye.
During the time in Guan Yi City, even masters like Yue Qianfeng and Xue Daoyong hadn’t noticed him. Li Guan naturally couldn’t see him either, but a surge of blue Qi flowed, and Li Guan’s gaze caught sight of the flapping owl Dharma Form.
Gripping the Battle Halberd, he shook it with force.
The Fierce Tiger ripped through the air with its gaping maw, roaring fiercely as he lifted his weapon, sweeping it upwards with great force. The consumption of this move was immense, but he faced a formidable enemy, the Martial Arts master Situ Deqing, whose realm was on par with Yue Qianfeng and Xue Daoyong.
This move, the Overlord’s Absolute Skill, drew strength like a vortex.
Consequently, the Five Elements cultivation within Li Guan circulated.
All the power of the Dharma Forms poured into the White Tiger.
Surging up from the bronze tripod, the Imprint gifted by the Qilin, equivalent to a move from the realm of Yue Qianfeng and Xue Daoyong, illuminated then shattered, turning into flames that surged forth. Then the humming of the Divine Weapon suddenly quieted, leaving only the stable breath of Qi Radiance.
The Overlord’s Ultimate Skills, first move.
This strike thundered down, and Situ Deqing momentarily saw a distorted vision with an ancient battlefield before him, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where the youth stood atop, weapon in hand, with a red Qilin stepping forward.
Situ Deqing’s pupils contracted violently, and he shouted instinctively:
He unleashed his dreadful True Qi, shattering the vision.
The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd had already cleaved through, and Situ Deqing, clenching his teeth, watched the youth make his move. He raised the mystical weapon to block, though Li Guan’s realm and level were at the second level, wielding a Divine Weapon but unable to unleash its full potential.
It must be able to block!
But at the moment of weapon contact, Situ Deqing’s expression froze.
This force was on par with his own.
No matter if it could only be used once.
But at this moment, this was the full-strength strike of a Martial Artist at his level. The externally scattered Inner Qi was torn apart, the Inner Qi transformed into armor turned to dust, ferocious flames lit up the Divine Weapon, and there were no sounds from the mystical weapon in Situ Deqing’s hand, which once served another master, as it developed cracks.
It shattered and scattered.