Chapter 536 You Have to Start Over

"Bah!"

Xiao Anaconda, who was walking in the night, spat. His fleshy face was filled with irritation after traveling for a long time.

Xiao Anaconda was never a patient person. To be exact, he should be one of those people who could solve things with his fists, so he would never say anything more nonsense.

However, such a person was able to endure for more than half a month, wanting to find those murderers who had wantonly slaughtered experts of various sects in Great Xia's Jianghu these past few days.

Xiao Anaconda had thought of many ways to do this, whether it was squatting and guarding, luring snakes out of their holes, or finding common ground among the dead Great Evolution Realm experts. However, the result was not satisfactory. To be exact, it was nothing. On the contrary, the Sword Handling Pavilion had lost three golden-robed swordsmen because of this.

Those people were like ghosts hiding in the shadows, killing invisible people and disappearing without a trace.

No matter how hard they tried to defend themselves, they would always be able to take the lives of the people they wanted to take without them noticing.

This feeling of powerlessness made Grand Pavilion Master Xiao extremely depressed. Of course, he wanted to find the murderer and fight him happily, but the other party didn't give him the slightest chance. On the contrary, the emperor's secret edict was sent to Xiao Anaconda before he went berserk. No matter how dissatisfied he was, Xiao Anaconda could only gather many swordsmen to return to the manor and temporarily shelve this matter.

He thought that if Li Yulin couldn't explain why he was in such a hurry to recall him back to the Horizontal Imperial City, he would definitely pull this old emperor off the dragon chair and beat him up so that he could vent the anger in his heart.

When Xiao Anaconda thought of the scene where the king of a country had been beaten to the ground and begged for mercy, she felt happy. The depression accumulated in her heart over the past half month had also dissipated a little.

The city walls of the Royal City quickly appeared in front of Xiao Anaconda and the others. There was still about an hour left before they could return to that place.

However, at this moment, the crowd in front of them suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Xiao An shouted discontentedly.

Surprisingly, none of the swordsmen who had always respected Xiao Anaconda responded to his dissatisfaction.

Xiao Anaconda realized that something was wrong. He frowned, lifted his bloated belly, pushed away the wooden swordsmen in front of him, and strode to the front of the line.

After that, when he saw the figure at the front of the group, Grand Pavilion Master Xiao frowned.

In the dense night, a figure stood in front of his team like a ghost.

The silhouette was wrapped in a black robe that almost fused with the night. It was as motionless as a statue, but its eyes, hidden under its hood, were shining with scarlet light. It was like a hungry wolf in a dense forest, staring at its prey that was already fish meat.

Xiao Anaconda was slightly stunned for a moment before quickly reacting. Why did those swordsmen become dumbfounded when they saw this black figure? It was not that they were timid or unwilling, but the aura emitted by the black figure sealed the five senses of the swordsmen-they were imprisoned in place!

This was an extremely strange technique. He couldn't help but lock the recipient's aura and even lock his consciousness. When he unlocked this technique, the recipient couldn't even realize that he had been cast such a spell before.

Who are you?

At that time, such a question appeared in Xiao Anaconda's mind, but it was quickly swallowed by him.

Because he soon had the answer.

He finally understood why no matter how many more people were deployed, the murderers could still easily take the lives of the people they wanted, and he and his swordsmen had never noticed this from the beginning to the end.

His brows sank at that moment, and the question "Who are you" was replaced by "What do you want to do?"

"Life." The response from the figure under the black robe was incomparably simple. Of course, it was also incomparably strange.

But very quickly, Xiao Anaconda understood the meaning behind it.

After that black figure spat out this word, his toes pointed to the ground, and his body shot towards Xiao Anaconda's location like a flowing light.

The black aura around his body seemed to be extremely compatible with the night. In addition, he was already incredibly fast. With Xiao Anaconda's eyesight, it was difficult to see through the trajectory of his opponent's assassination.

"Earth Immortal Realm!" In this world, regardless of where one came from, regardless of age, one could only be an immortal without exception-only an immortal could feel threatened. This was the Iron Law.

Xiao Anaconda's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to hold it big. At that time, a long sword appeared out of thin air and was held in his hand.

It was a sword that was no more than two fingers wide and no more than the thickness of a cicada's wing. It was exquisite and exquisite. The hilt of the sword was carved with dragons and phoenixes. It was made of gold. This kind of sword was naturally in line with Pavilion Master Xiao's temperament of not getting up early without profit, but it was not quite in line with his bloated physique.

Following that, he waved his sword dexterously, and his lightning-like movements were incompatible with his large figure.

However, he also relied on this movement technique to dodge the black-robed Ling Lie's sword.

However, this was not the end, but the beginning.

The black-robed man who missed a single blow was not discouraged. He continued to launch his Ling Lie offensive towards the Xiao Anaconda. His sword edge swirled, and his boundless sword intent was like a flood dragon going out to sea. The fierce tigers in the mountains below were like some fierce and evil beings in the world.

Under such an attack, as an Earthly Immortal Realm expert, Xiao Anaconda actually only had the ability to resist. Without even the slightest bit of effort to retaliate, he continued to retreat, but the anger in his heart was breathing more and more.

Xiao Anaconda had dominated Great Xia's Jianghu for so many years, relying on the fierce fighting spirit in his heart that had never been extinguished.

His heart sank, and he didn't want to be chased by this black robe anymore.

Therefore, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand. He grabbed the black-robed sword. The whistling sword intent on the sword instantly blurred his hand. However, Xiao Ana only let out a muffled snort. At this moment, the slender sword moved straight towards the black-robed chest.

Obviously, the black-robed man did not expect that the Xiao Anaconda would have the determination to exchange injuries for injuries. Seeing that he was unable to dodge the Xiao Anaconda's sword, he could only stretch out his hand helplessly and grab the long sword that the Xiao Anaconda had stabbed at him.

As a result, his hand was also injured by Xiao Anaconda's sword intent at that time, and his skin and flesh were instantly torn apart.

The two of them were stuck in a stalemate, each holding his own "sword" and each holding his own sword. No one let go, because they knew who would pierce the other's throat first once they let go. Boundless True Essence began to gather around the two of them. Their clothes moved, and True Essence and Sword Intent continuously flowed towards each other along their swords and arms, continuously striking at each other's bodies in an attempt to repel each other.

All of his moves and schemes were meaningless at this moment. This battle between the immortals had turned into a battle of undisciplined power that was like a fight in a marketplace.

Soon, Xiao Anaconda's eyebrows furrowed, and dense traces of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Even though he had used all of his strength, the true essence in his opponent's body was as vast as the sea. He gradually felt that his strength was lacking, but the opponent did not show the slightest sign of exhaustion. The surging true essence and sword intent continued to surge through his sword and arm.

"That's right."

At this moment, the silent black robe suddenly said.

The hoarse voice was covered in a rotten smell, like the smell of dried branches and rotten leaves soaked in rainwater being lifted off by someone. It was disgusting.

However, the strange thing was that Xiao Anaconda could feel that the black-robed voice actually carried a hint of gratification when he said those words.

"But it's not enough."

The black-robed man continued. His clothes rose even more violently at that time, and the aura around him began to rise, as if it was rising endlessly.

Xiao Anaconda's expression changed, but it was too late.

The moment the black-robed aura rose, the force coming from his arm and sword suddenly increased, causing a loud boom to echo out from the Xiao Anaconda.

Unprepared, Xiao Anaconda's face instantly turned deathly pale. His body trembled, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth. His body also retreated abruptly, retreating tens of feet before he managed to barely stabilize his body in a sorry state.

Xiao Anaconda didn't have time to think about why this black robe possessed such powerful strength. He was about to suppress the surging inner breath in his body and fight against it again. However, the black-robed man was unwilling to give him this chance. His body flashed in front of the Xiao Anaconda again almost as soon as it stopped. A palm wind that contained a black aura slammed into the Xiao Anaconda's chest.

Grand Pavilion Master Xiao, who had dominated the martial arts world of Great Xia for decades, was actually powerless to retaliate under this palm strike. His body paused for a moment and he actually fell to the ground.

Similarly, he would not be given the slightest chance to retaliate. The black-robed feet stretched out once again and pressed down on Xiao Anaconda's chest. The black aura was like ink on snow-white rice paper, like a poisonous snake gushing out of a bottomless pit. It gushed out from under his robe and wrapped around Xiao Anaconda's body.

Not only his body, but also the boundless True Essence within Xiao Anaconda's body was obviously unable to move under the restriction of the black gas.

"You want to kill me?" Xiao Anaconda's eyes widened as he looked at the black robe.

Death was not an unfamiliar word to Xiao Anaconda. Ever since he met Li Yulin, he had risked more than once for the sake of this emperor.

Thirty years ago, when the first emperor died and the seven sons seized the throne, he led Li Yulin out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood and slaughtered a throne leading to the throne.

Eighteen years ago, the Demon Gate rebellion was also a calamity in Great Xia's Jianghu after he entered the enemy formation alone and took the head of the Demon Gate's headmaster.

Seven years ago…

To Xiao Anaconda, he had always been accompanied by death, and he had long been aware of this matter.

However, what he didn't expect was that he would die here, at the hands of someone who didn't even know his identity or life.

He could probably imagine how shocked his swordsmen would be when they woke up from this technique and saw their corpses. If they didn't survive, they would still leave behind such rumors in Great Xia's Jianghu-rumors of the Swordsmanship Pavilion's Pavilion Master Xiao Anaconda's tyrannical enrichment, attracting Heaven's Scourge, suddenly dying, and so on.

Xiao Anaconda did not cherish his reputation, but when he thought of the curses he would receive after his death, the Pavilion Master's heart itched with hatred.

However, no matter what he thought, the black-robed man did not understand what he was thinking.

The sword in his hand stabbed straight at Xiao Anaconda.

Xiao Anaconda watched helplessly, but he could not do anything.

Pu!

There was a soft sound.

The sword pierced into Xiao Anaconda's body, and intense pain came. However, shock appeared in Xiao Anaconda's eyes.

The sword did pierce into his body, but it was not a vital point like his heart, throat, or eyebrows. He pierced three inches above Xiao Anaconda's dantian.

That was the Zifu Palace, the first palace for immortals.

Black devil energy poured into Xiao Anaconda's Fate Palace along the sword. Under the monstrous devil energy, his Zifu was instantly shattered, and his Immortal Cultivation base began to fall as the Fate Palace shattered.

In a world where cultivation was everything, a bad person's cultivation was far more terrifying than killing a person.

Realizing this, Xiao Anaconda's eyes were completely red. He shouted loudly, "Who exactly are you?"

However, the black robe did not have the slightest intention of responding to him. After shattering the Fate Palace of the Xiao Anaconda, he drew his sword and sheathed it. He turned around and left without turning back, as if he had no intention of taking his life.

However, just as his figure was about to merge with the night, his footsteps stopped slightly, and he spat out a tone that was still filled with the smell of decay.

"Yours, something's wrong."

"You have to start over…"

"Anaconda …"

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