Chapter 366: One Sword Strike Shocked Thousands Of Men
One Sword Strike Shocked Thousands Of Men . . .
Although Liu Changjun had endured a ceaseless barrage of flying weapons, he miraculously avoided fatal injuries. His body was drenched in blood as he stumbled onto the streets, drained and disoriented. Blood loss had taken a toll, leaving his vision hazy, and his remaining strength dwindled. In this dire state, he suddenly found himself face to face with a masked man in black.
Without a moment's hesitation, Liu Changjun instinctively raised his trembling sword, summoning newfound strength. Despite his exhaustion, he lunged at the stranger with unwavering resolve. Fearlessness coursed through him; he knew that retreating wasn't an option. In this perilous moment, his sole objective was to break free from his assailants and escape.
"It's me!" shouted Ning Biluo, but Liu Changjun was beyond rational thought. He operated purely on instinct, swinging his blade with frenzied determination.
Ning Biluo narrowly sidestepped the blow. As Liu Changjun's sword struck the ground with a radiant display of colors, hundreds of Sky Origin Stage cultivators, their swords radiating a blue luminescence, surged closer.
The man who confronted Liu Changjun was undoubtedly a supreme being among supreme beings. Ning Biluo's eyes blazed with a steely resolve as he surveyed his surroundings, unflinching and composed.
His form seemed to blend with the sky as he stood suspended in the air. His slender figure mirrored the essence of a sword, bridging the heavens and the earth, a paragon of poise and purpose.
In a fluid motion, he produced a sword from thin air—a weapon that shimmered like liquid, reflecting the ambient light with an otherworldly glow. He focused his intense gaze on the oncoming assassins, his eyes blazing with fervor.
Yet, he remained still.
Silent and unmoving.
The energy around him condensed into tangible, solid killing intent, emanating an aura of dread. At the precipice of release, a surge of qi erupted, but Ning Biluo remained steadfast.
The hundreds of assassins who had been charging forward with wild abandon suddenly froze in place. An instinctual fear gripped their hearts as they confronted the grim reality that their lives were hanging in the balance.
In that moment, they perceived an ancient, god-like harbinger of death standing before them. Their collective thoughts aligned in perfect unison: "Rushing forward will only lead to certain death."
As these overwhelming emotions gripped the assassins, Ning Biluo's latent energy had yet to erupt into action. It was in this fraught moment of anticipation:
—Whoo!—
In perfect synchrony, every assassin in the vicinity made a collective decision: to halt their advance. Without a hint of hesitation, they forcibly brought themselves to a standstill in mid-air.
The leader, however, couldn't decelerate as quickly as he wished, despite his utmost efforts. When he finally came to a stop, a mere three meters separated him from Ning Biluo.
It was dangerously close, and a shiver raced down his spine. His heart quivered, his palms grew clammy, and he dreaded the intense, heat-filled eyes that bore into him. Hopelessness settled in, and his singular thought was stark: "I'm facing certain death."
The one who had sprinted too close to Ning Biluo expected to meet his end at the No. 1 Assassin's hands. But to his astonishment, Ning Biluo refrained from making a move. He simply stared at the man with icy detachment, as though viewing a lifeless corpse.
Stupefied and shaking, the man retreated several steps, nearly toppling over. Overwhelmed with gratitude and relief that he had not been slain, he almost knelt down to express his thanks.
He had been spared.
Ning Biluo didn't take his life!
Despite the relentless onslaught of assassins advancing like an unstoppable tide, every one of them found themselves halted by a single individual. Each of these lawless figures, who would typically never hesitate to strike, now stood frozen in their tracks.
All this occurred in a mere second.
The man at the forefront uttered no words and took no action. Instead, he remained suspended in mid-air, silently, his gaze radiating an unyielding intensity of killing intent.
In this instant, every assassin was gripped by the same singular thought: "This man is a god-like assassin! If I take one more step, I'll meet my demise without exception. If he decides to strike, none of us could withstand it!"
There were, in fact, thousands of assassins present. Should they collectively surge forward, and attack Ning Biluo, despite his lofty status as the world's No. 1 Assassin, he would swiftly be torn to shreds.
However, the truth was that the assassins couldn't muster the courage to move when confronted by Ning Biluo. A single man, armed with a sword, had singlehandedly flabbergasted thousands of assassins. Not a soul among them dared to venture even a step closer.
The spectacle was awe-inspiring, and Liu Changjun observed it with a sense of amazement in the dark behind Ning Biluo. He couldn't help but think:
"This is Ning Biluo, the renowned No. 1 Assassin in the Land of Han-Yang. He's truly as formidable and spirited as they say. He is undeniably the best of the best."
At last, a brave assassin ventured forth from the group. His gaze was cautious, and he addressed Ning Biluo in a hushed tone, "May I inquire who you are?"
Ning Biluo met his question with an icy, lingering stare, further intensifying the palpable aura of death surrounding him. The assassin was gripped by fear, instantly breaking into a cold sweat, his clothing soaked within seconds. It was a testament to the sheer power radiating from that gaze.
Then, in a surprising turn of events, Ning Biluo took a step back in the air and began to retreat. He did not utter a word, leaving thousands of assassins stunned by his raw energy and resolve. Not one dared to make a move.
The only sound that pierced the silence was the soft clinking of a sword as Liu Changjun sheathed his weapon. Ning Biluo, without looking back, calmly descended from the sky, descending gracefully as if descending a staircase.
As he reached the ground, he grasped Liu Changjun by the arm, and together they strolled side by side. Their pace was neither hurried nor sluggish. Just as they were leaving, Ning Biluo spoke without turning his head:
"If you plan to be audacious in the Kingdom of Chen, you must realize that you are far beneath its level.".
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