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The moment Bai Kai gripped the Moonlight White Rainbow, his eyes, fixed on the First Generation Miracle Saint’s figure, narrowed slightly.
He did not chant poetry as he usually did when activating Spirit Marks, but the sound of chanting poetry echoed around his body on its own.
It pulsed, humming like the violent beating of his heart.
In a trance, figures emerged from behind him, seemingly merging into one, overlapping with his own figure, gripping the long sword with him, blurring his outline.
Consequently, the Spiritual Energy that had been building up inside him surged violently, gushing out from his tall but somewhat slender body, spreading in all directions, forcefully dyeing a dazzling silver-white onto the golden-red sky.
Bai Kai's figure flashed across the sky like a silver-white lightning bolt, leaving hundreds of flickering afterimages in its wake.
Those afterimages seemed extremely unstable, yet contained immense power.
Enduring the Spiritual Energy fluctuations that threatened to shatter his body, he finally closed in on the First Generation Miracle Saint.
Within arm's reach!
His wrist turned, and the long sword was unsheathed.
A crisp sword cry spread across the momentarily silent sky, and the silver light emerging from the scabbard extended a long distance in just a brief moment, like a white dragon coiling across the heavens, enveloping most of Yumen City Pass.
The sudden attack caused the First Generation Miracle Saint’s figure to pause, and he subconsciously looked at the figure shrouded in silver light.
Bewilderment, surprise.
The light entered his eyes, permeated his mind, and imprinted itself on his heart, becoming a full moon that left the entire world in a vast expanse of silver-white.
The spreading hurricane swept in all directions, and the terrifying tremors caused the already decaying buildings within Yumen Pass to collapse.
Everything was violently uplifted, torn apart, and ground into powder by the terrifying ripples that seemed to rip open a gash in the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
Even the city wall South of the city, which had been shattered once and then repaired, showed countless cracks.
This was Bai Kai's strongest sword strike!
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Just as Bai Kai was in peril, in the center of Yumen City Pass, within the former Nangling Commander's palace.
Underground, in the dark prison, someone opened his eyes.
His hunched, slightly stooped body was bound by countless black iron chains, and his dull white hair was matted with sticky grime, hanging disheveled and obscuring his face.
Through his hair, a pair of cloudy eyes looked out of the narrow, cramped window of the dungeon towards the sky, and for some reason, they began to tremble.
“Child... it’s not time yet!” a trembling, aged voice said.
He recalled a day many years ago when, after coaxing his granddaughter to sleep, he sat alone in front of that twisted, bizarre populus euphratica forest, by a bonfire, slowly puffing on his pipe, gazing at the Gobi Desert, at the “Yumen Pass” scattered across the Gobi Desert, just as he had on thousands of nights before.
But what he hadn't expected was that on that particular night, he would see his disciple appear before him.
And looking at his disciple's disheveled appearance, he seemed to have already anticipated what his disciple had gone through, and calmly asked, “Do you blame her?”
“...” The disciple was silent for a long time, then shook his head, “I don’t blame her. Her deception was real, but the happiness she once brought me was also real.”
After he finished speaking, there was another period of silence.
After a long while, the disciple spoke again, “Master, I want to come back and guard Yumen Pass with you. I won’t go out again.”
He did not respond to his disciple's request, but simply rose silently and returned to the cave dwelling, retrieving a silk scroll and a sword with an unusually slender shape and a very old scabbard from within.
“This silk scroll is the outline of the sword-nurturing technique of my Yumen Sand Sea lineage. This sword is named Moonlight White Rainbow, taking its allusion from ‘Zhuanyou’s assassination of King Liao, a comet assailing the moon; Nie Zheng’s assassination of Han Kui, a white rainbow piercing the sun.’ Take it, and then return from whence you came...
“Whether you should return to guard Yumen Pass, and when you should return, is not for me to say. When you decide to unsheathe this sword again, it will answer you.”
Today, Moonlight White Rainbow was unsheathed again.
He had thought his disciple had reached the time to hear the answer, but now it seemed...
His disciple had chosen the wrong moment.
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Above Yumen Pass.
The sword light unleashed by Moonlight White Rainbow, though dazzling, offered no warmth, only bone-chilling cold.
In an instant, Bai Kai and the First Generation Miracle Saint's figures intertwined, the sword edge sweeping past.
“Clang—!”
The long sword returned to its scabbard, and the sky-filling silver light vanished instantly. A hideous wound quietly appeared on the First Generation Miracle Saint's chest and abdomen, the target of this sword strike.
His body swayed and trembled, seeming as if he might fall from mid-air at any moment.
In fact, he had long sensed that there were several beings within Yumen Pass who could pose a slight threat to him, and Bai Kai was among them.
However, over a thousand years ago, the outcome between him and the Shaman King was that the victor lived and the loser died. Even now, over a thousand years later, this unfinished ending would continue.
Therefore, he did not care about those non-fatal threats.
But what he hadn't expected was that, among these beings he didn't care about, the most insignificant one would actually attack him.
It was like a mad dog that rushed out, barking and biting wildly.
That's right, a mad dog, because Bai Kai really “bit” him!
As golden blood gushed from the First Generation Miracle Saint’s wound, he lunged forward without hesitation, like a bloodthirsty fiend, biting fiercely into the bleeding wound of the First Generation Miracle Saint.
He knew that even his sword strike, which he had nurtured for nearly twenty years, would most likely not kill the First Generation Miracle Saint.
He also knew that the First Generation Miracle Saint possessed partial control over the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
But he didn't know the specific method to plunder that partial control.
Therefore, he decided to directly devour the First Generation Miracle Saint's blood, converting the small amount of authority contained within the blood for his own use, and then, through that small amount of authority, gaining partial control over the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
It was similar to how urban legend devoured each other to plunder their power.
Simple and brutal!
Actually, biting wasn't a big deal; as long as he could win... Bai Kai thought, and Lu Ming's figure involuntarily appeared in his mind, a slight smile curving his lips.
When they were young, the three disciples of the Yumen Sand Sea lineage would often engage in practical combat training under the guidance of their Master.
At that time, the only area where Bai Kai could surpass his two senior brothers was swordsmanship.
When sparring in swordsmanship, he not only defeated his two senior brothers but also exchanged blows with his Master. However, he eventually lost to Lu Ming during one swordsmanship sparring session.
During their exchange, Lu Ming deliberately exposed a weakness. Taking advantage of Bai Kai's aggressive assault, he dodged, stepped forward, and then bit his ear... ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Later, Lu Ming, with a mouth full of blood, was whipped by his Master while hanging from a populus euphratica tree, and he argued, “How is that shameless? Biting isn’t a big deal; as long as you can win!”
Although his argument was loud, the sound of the whip lashing his body was even more pleasant to his ears.
Recalling his dear Senior Brother Lu being hung from a tree by his Master and whipped, wriggling madly like a large white maggot, Bai Kai felt as if he had taken a stimulant, and the fierce “flames” in his eyes burned even more intensely.
The hand shrouded in golden light instinctively pounded his head, shoulders, and chest, trying to break free ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) from the entanglement.
Amidst a series of explosions, hideous scars and shocking indentations appeared on Bai Kai's body. His figure swayed, sometimes leaning backward, his blood-stained hair and dark trench coat flapping in the wind.
But he didn't let go.
As immense pain assaulted him, a familiar voice, like ripples spreading from the depths of his soul, echoed in his mind.
“Why? Why... are you always like this?”
Bai Kai had heard that voice; it was the voice of the First Generation Miracle Saint, urging the people within Yumen Pass to make wishes when he awakened not long ago.
Hearing this, he grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, looking somewhat ferocious.
“Because... I want to prevent a disaster from happening, and you’re blocking my way!”
After speaking, he pounced back onto the First Generation Miracle Saint's wound, drinking the First Generation Miracle Saint's blood with even greater ferocity.
The golden blood was cold, carrying a strange and rich floral fragrance. Upon first taste, it inexplicably gave the illusion of drinking a special floral tea.
However, as the blood slid down his esophagus and into his abdomen, Bai Kai's body immediately began to spasm violently.
The blood possessed a peculiar vitality; the moment it entered his abdomen, it was activated, like seeds falling into fertile soil.
Golden light spread beneath Bai Kai's skin, traveling along his blood vessels and meridians, like lush and strong roots, gradually spreading through his flesh, growing rapidly, finally tearing his skin, and on his body, a chaotic golden electric arc bloomed, like a blossoming flower.
And at this moment, the First Generation Miracle Saint recovered from his brief shock, looking at Bai Kai with cold eyes.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt as though he had encountered someone as unreasonable and troublesome as Bai Kai a thousand years ago, and this similarity ignited a murderous intent within him.
Thus, he raised his hands above his head, and invisible petals surged.
A treasured sword quietly materialized.
A mad dog that bites indiscriminately has only one outcome: its spine will be severed.
The Shaman King also lunged behind Bai Kai, raising a black spear towards his back.
If he could seize the opportunity of the First Generation Miracle Saint being briefly controlled and pierce his chest with the spear, the scales of victory would surely tip.
Of course, before the spear could pierce the First Generation Miracle Saint's chest, it would inevitably first shred Bai Kai's body...
In the nick of time, a figure resembling a small mountain rose from Yumen City Pass, raising a giant bow over ten meters long in his hand. As Spiritual Energy surged, three sharp arrows condensed from Spiritual Energy quietly appeared on the giant bow.
The next moment, the bowstring vibrated, erupting with thunder.
Hundred Generals Chart, Chapter Eleven: Three Arrows to Pacify Tianshan!
