Chapter 335: The Person Under the Umbrella

Chapter 335: The Person Under the Umbrella

In the wind and snow, the monarch walked alone.

Emerging from that small courtyard, he strolled slowly along the long street. This big and tall man walked amidst the wind and snow, lost in thought. The wind and snow were intense at this moment, carrying an aura of solemnity.

With only one day left until New Year's Eve, the bustling atmosphere in Xuanling Commandery had come to an end after the common people finished buying New Year goods and completing their preparations. At this moment, they were all returning to their respective homes.

The entire Xuanling Commandery naturally became quiet.

At a street corner, the man encountered a passerby who was also in a hurry at the moment. When the two met, the passerby strangely raised his head to glance at the man before him, seemingly surprised by the sight of this man walking alone in the wind and snow, clad in tattered clothes.

However, after a brief look, the passerby did not think much of it. Holding an oiled-paper umbrella and carrying his newly purchased New Year goods, he swiftly brushed past the man without saying a word.

But just as the two men truly passed each other, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly emerged under the umbrella. The seemingly ordinary oiled-paper umbrella suddenly vibrated, and the accumulated snow on its surface scattered in all directions, resembling sharp swords shooting in every direction with astonishing power!

Beneath the oiled-paper umbrella, a dagger slipped out from the man's sleeve in an instant. Once the dagger fell into his palm, without hesitation, he swiftly thrust it toward the abdomen of the Great Liang Emperor. The attack carried an unparalleled ruthlessness, executed in the blink of an eye.

Assassination, or one might say, the battle, began at this moment.

Whether was it in terms of the timing of his attack or his ability to conceal his presence, that person excelled in every aspect. The timing of this attack was exceptionally well-chosen, indicating that the man before him had engaged in many similar activities, assassinating countless times to attain such a seasoned and ruthless level of assassination proficiency. This must be an extraordinary assassin; definitely well-known on the assassin's list.

However, the dagger failed to penetrate the abdomen of the Great Liang Emperor as intended. The blade suspended in mid-air, unable to get any closer. The Great Liang Emperor made no move, simply looking into the distance quietly.

Yes, this peerless martial artist of the Great Liang Dynasty did not even spare a glance at him.

This assassin who had never been so belittled before showed no signs of anger at this moment. It was because he knew who this man standing before him was. Attempting to assassinate him was a near-certain death endeavor in the first place. Even if he failed, he felt no shame too. Except... he never expected that his carefully planned assassination would fail like this.

What surprised him even more was that the Great Liang Emperor standing before him had returned from the desolate north of thirty thousand miles, and he was still so powerful.

The gaze of the Great Liang Emperor extended into the distance, then he reached out to take the oiled-paper umbrella held by the assailant.

After taking it, the Great Liang Emperor truly passed by the assassin, maintaining an eerie posture. The assassin, who had been unable to thrust his dagger, collapsed with a resounding crash into the wind and snow.

He appeared as if he had been cut into countless pieces with a blade or crushed by a punch. But regardless, he was now dead. His life as an assassin came to an abrupt end here.

Holding the oiled-paper umbrella, the Great Liang Emperor continued forward. After a few steps, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly ceased.

The burly man who became extremely towering began to run on the long street, causing the entire street to tremble.

When he sprinted, he stirred up a storm of snow, making it howl along with him.

Yet, the Great Liang Emperor who was situated at the center of the storm remained unmoved, allowing the wind and snow to assail him. He seemed like an ancient pine standing resolutely amidst an avalanche.

A fist carrying boundless force smashed down once again, landing on the surface of the oiled-paper umbrella!

The collision between the fist and the umbrella surface was like an encounter that had never happened before.

Ripples spread across the umbrella surface, undulating continuously. However, the fist failed to crush the oiled-paper umbrella and the man beneath it.

If someone were watching the battle from a distance at this moment, witnessing such a scene would undoubtedly be incredibly shocking.

......

......

There was really someone watching the battle from afar at this moment.

A grey-robed old daoist and the blind sword immortal, who had long lost the ability to see, were on a rooftop in the distance, watching this scene.

The old daoist in the grey robe lamented, "Buddhism's Great Vajra Technique, at the peak of cultivation, one becomes as indestructible as a Vajra. Even a powerhouse at the peak of Nepenthe might not easily tear his body apart. However, this one hasn't reached that level of attainment yet."

Although the old sword immortal was blind, ever since losing his sight, his other senses had become much more acute compared to thirty years ago. At this moment, even though he could not see the great battle between the two, he could deduce the current situation quite accurately through the flow of energy between heaven and earth.

"Martial artists are uncouth, that is what you all have always thought. But when a martial artist reaches the end of Nepenthe, they are no longer associated with boorishness."

The grey-robed old daoist chuckled, "The one before us is of course the number one martial artist in the world. However, after the battle with the Demon Emperor, he is seriously wounded. After journeying southward and passing through the thirty thousand miles of desolate north, encountering an unknown number of great demons, and the hidden injuries sustained when breaking out of the formation, I'm afraid he's only left with a fraction of his strength compared to his peak. A martial artist losing his bodily strength will only be left with an empty shell."

The blind sword immortal said solemnly, "Even so, among the three of us, one is bound to die at his hands."

The grey-robed old daoist neither confirmed nor denied, saying calmly, "Killing a peerless martial artist is no easy task. Let's each rely on our own abilities. However, let me warn you first, we must go all out and not hold anything back."

The blind sword immortal nodded slowly and said in a low voice, "My sword has yet to leave its sheath for thirty years. People believe my sword heart collapsed thirty years ago. But back then, when I was defeated, my sword remained unbroken, and I didn't die. Where does the talk of a collapsed sword heart come from? Is it just because my eyes can no longer see?" "But who would know that every night, after losing my sight, I can still hear the sword flying in my sheath, making humming sounds."