Chapter 1552: Chapter 175 Northern Sword Saint_4
A ball of fiery red light appeared within Ah Dai’s line of sight, and his heart jolted. Focusing intently, he saw what seemed to be a human figure wrapped within that fiery glow. It wasn’t magic, but battle aura, an exceptionally powerful battle aura. Although they were still several hundred meters apart, Ah Dai could already feel the heat of that red battle aura and thought to himself, how strong.
The red light suddenly contracted as a black shadow streaked across the night sky and flashed towards him. He obviously discovered Ah Dai as well, charging forward, flying straight at the treehouse. Fearing he might disturb those who were resting, Ah Dai summoned the true qi within him and moved to intercept. When he and the shadow were about fifty meters apart, the red glow on the shadow reappeared, and a fireball-like battle aura shot towards Ah Dai’s chest. A cold gleam flashed in Ah Dai’s eyes as he slashed with his right hand. A silvery light flashed, splitting the fireball in two, dissolving it into nothing under the force of his true qi. After taking on the opponent’s attack, Ah Dai felt puzzled. The battle aura just now wasn’t strong; even Brother Yan Shi could have easily handled it. Yet, observing the opponent’s movement technique and the energy contained within, his power shouldn’t only be at this level. As he pondered, the opponent rushed to ten meters in front of him, suddenly halting in midair as if defying inertia. Ah Dai focused his gaze and saw that the opponent was an old man, an ordinary-looking old man wearing a simple cloth robe, with slightly murky eyes staring at him. The old man seemed somewhat familiar, yet Ah Dai couldn’t recall where he had seen him before.
The old man did not speak, watching Ah Dai as he reached for his waist, producing a wine gourd, opening the lid, and drinking heartily. From the way he drank, it seemed he intended to drain the entire gourd in one go. After gulping down several mouthfuls, the old man stopped and called out to Ah Dai, "Come, boy, have a drink too." With a flick of his wrist, the wine gourd arced towards Ah Dai. Ah Dai’s heart tightened, sensing that the energy contained within the gourd far surpassed the earlier fireball. Raising his right hand, a cloud of true qi strands drifted out, not directly entwining the wine gourd but brushing swiftly past its side, producing a loud friction sound. Despite the impact of the true qi strands, the wine gourd continued its forward momentum, rotating rapidly. As it reached Ah Dai, he said coolly, "Senior, I’m not very interested in wine, please enjoy it yourself." He did not touch the gourd, and in its spinning flight, it drew an arc before returning to the old man.
The old man’s murky eyes suddenly brightened as he caught the wine gourd with a flash of red light, nodding, "Good, boy, you have some skill! I have a question for you. Answer me honestly. In the Empire of Sunset City, a Grim Reaper who has killed countless people has appeared. Do you know him?"
Ah Dai’s heart stirred, wondering why the old man was looking for him. Could it be that the Empire of Sunset City sent him to kill him? No, that couldn’t be it; they probably couldn’t find such a master in the entire Empire of Sunset City. Although they hadn’t officially fought, Ah Dai could feel clearly that this old man wasn’t easy to deal with. Calmly, he said, "Senior, what business do you have with the Grim Reaper?"
The old man took another drink and chuckled, "Of course I have business. I have a score to settle with him. I heard that this Grim Reaper is a third-generation disciple of the Tian Gang Sword Sect and quite skilled. He seems to be someone named Ah Dai. Judging by the battle aura you used earlier, although it’s not exactly the true qi of the Tian Gang Sword Sect, it’s derived from it. I suppose you are that Ah Dai, yes?"
Ah Dai’s mind raced, thinking: this old man has sharp eyes! To identify him as a member of the Tian Gang Sword Sect from just two swift moves was impressive. Whoever he is, since he seeks him out, he shall face him. With this thought, Ah Dai felt a surge of boldness in his chest and nodded, "Yes, I am Ah Dai, third-generation disciple of the Tian Gang Sword Sect. May I ask what guidance you have, Senior?"
The old man toyed with the wine gourd in his hand, jeering, "How could I dare to offer guidance? You are the mighty Grim Reaper, indeed. Grim Reaper, what a majestic name, hmph!" As he snorted, a sound wave swept over, making Ah Dai’s eardrums ache. He quickly summoned his true qi to counter it. Ah Dai slightly bowed, saying, "Senior, please clearly state your intentions. I don’t believe I’ve ever offended you."
"Indeed, you haven’t offended me, but your ruthless methods are truly impressive! You kill in the Empire of Sunset City; I don’t care and wouldn’t interfere, as those guys deserve to die. However, you shouldn’t have crossed the line with me, killing my disciple. Let me ask you, Tiro died by your hand, didn’t he? And he was cruelly tortured to death by you."
Ah Dai was shocked. He finally realized the old man’s identity. Tiro’s master...wouldn’t that be the Northern Sword Saint Hawks? He ranks even higher than Harry among the Four Sword Saints. He sought him out for revenge; it seemed there would be no peaceful resolution today. Ah Dai’s expression darkened as he coldly said, "If you are here for revenge on Tiro’s behalf, then you found the right person. Yes, I killed him, and it was a torturous kill. But he deserved to die. As his master, you failed to discipline him. I also want to discuss this with you."
