At this moment, Wu Zaigu opened his indifferent eyes, his hands steadily gripped the pointed rod beside him, which had already retracted its tentacles. He walked towards the young man from behind.
Pointing the sharp end at the boy, he bent over, his gaze focused, waiting for the moment to make his move.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Wu Zaigu swiftly turned his head, his body tensed like a bowstring, one hand on the hilt of his blade, squinting at the doorway.
The footsteps approached and paused in front of the door, followed by a knock.
Wu Zaigu frowned, the man in the white robe drew his dagger and slowly went over.
However, before he got there, the door was pushed open without permission.
An old man with a rat-like face peered inside, laughing twice in his characteristic manner before speaking.
"Hehe ... you're back? You two weren't here just now. Oh ... hehe ... Could you two Immortal Lords grant me a cup of Immortal Water to drink too? Look, I too have- ah! Brother Pei Ye, you are here too, could you speak up for me-"
The old man's voice was suddenly cut off, and he clutched at his stomach like a bug, staring wordlessly at the white-robed man as blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
The white-robed man withdrew his dagger, shook off the shriveled old man clinging to his forearm like a rat, and returned to the center of the ceremony without giving him a glance.
On the other hand, Wu Zaigu cast a smirking glance at the old man 'hehe-ing' on the floor. Unlike most boring believers, he always enjoyed deriving pleasure from others.
But important matters were at hand, so he quickly shifted his attention back.
Then a question rose from his heart: why hasn't it started yet?
As if to answer his question, the young man in front of him suddenly turned around.
A flask of viscous liquid flung towards him; given the closeness, it almost directly splashed on him.
Wu Zaigu's heart clenched, his body twisting into an unimaginable curve, narrowly dodging, not a drop of the liquid touched his skin.
Yet in the next second, the tricky dagger was already against his chest.
With True Qi surging in his meridians like a violent wind, Wu Zaigu fell straight back and then flew out just barely avoiding this attack.
After flying a distance, Wu Zaigu turned over and stood up with one hand touching the ground, staring at the young man in front in disbelief.
The surprise attack was extremely close, suddenly coming, and fast. Even the body beneath his black robe was slightly covered in cold sweat.
He quickly realized that this must be the one who slipped their net last night!
However, by the time he looked back again, the teenager had already fired the dagger he held into the throat of the white-robed man who had just reacted.
Wu Zaigu tilted his head, not rushing to make a move just yet, pointing with his rod, the remaining six departed in a line from the room. Then, he calmly and respectfully put the "Dragon Tongue" back in its place.
Looking back at the young man drawing his second dagger from around his waist, Wu Zaigu bent down to dust off the dirt that had rubbed onto his shoes, asking leisurely: "Why aren't you affected by the Dragon Tongue's 'Immortal Lord's Spirit Call'?"
Pei Ye remained silent, his body tightened like a coiled spring.
Only when facing this person alone do you really feel that suffocating oppression.
He activated the "Quail Head", swallowed the small Jae's heart, and his reaction, strength, and speed were several times that of before. Even under such unprepared circumstances for the enemy, he didn't scratch even a thread of the other's robes.
Seeing that Pei Ye did not respond, Wu Zaigu didn't get angry, saying: "It's good that you're here this time, otherwise, I would have suffered the pain of the Dragon Tongue's body again... It doesn't feel good..."
As he reached this point, Wu Zaigu seemed to finally remember the pain that the boy in front of him had caused him. As he carefully pronounced each word, his gaze became more and more violent.
In an instant, Pei Ye felt a sudden chill. He saw the man's hand reaching for his waist. He saw a cold light being drawn out. He saw the man twisting his wrist to reveal the back of the blade.
And then, the cold light was already in front of him!
Even under the enhancement of the "Quail Head", Pei Ye still couldn't see the process. He almost fully relied on his instinct to raise his dagger. And with a "clang!" sound- he actually blocked it!
Those injuries and backlash didn't seem to impact the opponent much!
However, the next moment the dagger flew out of his palm. This was the first time Pei Ye was facing such an expert. Even if the opponent was weak and injured, the feeling of this strike was like a mountain crashing into him.
However, it was fortunate that he managed to block this strike after all.
But before Pei Ye could fully feel relieved about it, the sharp blade, like a flexible poisonous snake, swished sideways and slashed into Pei Ye's waist in an extremely tight space, without being able to gather any strength!
The power of this strike was so great that Pei Ye was flung off his feet.
This was the privilege of True Qi.
The purpose of this strike was to paralyze but not kill the person, as he was a sacrifice, and was not to be killed. The mark on the forehead transformed from a death sign to a life-saving symbol at that moment.
Pei Ye heavily fell onto the ground, landing on the corpse of the man in the white robe.
The dagger was still standing upright on his neck, blood had already flowed into a large puddle. Pei Ye's eyes immediately fell onto the corpse's waist.
"Hmm... did you swallow the Magic Artifact?" Wu Zaigu, sharp-eyed, noticed that the young man's waist bone was not shattered, "In that case, I went too easy."
Wu Zaigu gave a faint smile. Within two strikes, the boy's strength had been completely exposed. The third strike could surely and unexpectedly eliminate him.
Just as Pei Ye was about to struggle to get up, Wu Zaigu had once again lunged in front of him.
This time it was a full-fledged strike, the strong True Qi infused into the blade was already visible to the naked eye, but Pei Ye didn't even have time to stand up.
Nothing unexpected should have happened anymore.
But something unexpected did happen.
Because the young man got his hands on a sword.
He wasn't getting up, he was drawing his sword.
This was a swift motion, an act of striking from below. The cold light brought up traces of blood from the ground, like a silver dragon emerging from a sea of blood.
This was a strike that should not appear here. It should be on the Sword Questioning Platform of Yunlang, it should be in front of the Sword Testing Stone at the Heavenly Gate, it should be in the Martial Examination of Shengjing, and it should even appear on the Feather and Scale Test in the Five Seas and Nine Provinces!
Wu Zaigu knew that there was nothing wrong with his blade, and it could undoubtedly cut the boy in half with one strike. However, the opponent's sword might stab through his throat a bit faster, or it might be at the same time, or it might be slower - because he couldn't see the trajectory of the silver dragon and had no way to judge it, and certainly no way to block it.
Did he dare to bet?
Closer still, the determined expression on the boy's face became clearer and clearer, without a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
This situation was hard to deal with, because someone who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
Wu Zaigu gritted his teeth, his body drifting back a long arc, landing back at the door, staring sullenly at Pei Ye.
Pei Ye slowly spread his footwork, setting up standard sword posture, solemnly facing the first true opponent in his life.
No matter how high your realm is, no matter how thick your True Qi is, you can't grow Scale Armor in your vitals. You certainly can kill me with one move, but I can slit your throat without needing a second strike.