"You're right. He is the master's only descendant." Yue Ji smiled softly, as if recalling some long-forgotten past. Then she turned her head and shouted to Hua Yue, "Hua Yue, take your friends and leave quickly."

"Grandma..." Huayue looked at Yueji reluctantly.

Although her appearance had changed drastically, and the Yue Ji in front of him was completely different from the hunched old woman before, in his mind, she was still the grandmother who had raised him with great difficulty. How could he possibly abandon her?

"Your parents died because of them. If you still want to avenge your parents, leave immediately. Also, are you really willing to watch these two friends die with you?" Yue Ji shouted sternly.

Hua Yue was shocked. He had no memory of his parents, but Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe beside him were in desperate situation because of him.

"Grandma, take care." Hua Yue gritted her teeth, with tears in her eyes, and kowtowed quickly. Then she picked up Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe in each hand and rushed towards the side of the temple wall.

Seeing that Huayue was about to escape from the small temple, the black-clothed swordsman made up his mind, jumped high, raised his sword and slashed at Huayue in the air.

At the same time, the light in his sleeves reappeared, and the invisible barrier once again enveloped Hua Yue and the others. They felt like they were stuck in a quagmire, and their movements suddenly slowed down.

"Hmph!" Yue Ji snorted coldly, raised her hand, and made a series of hand gestures. A black storm swept towards the black-clad swordsman.

The storm enveloped the black-clothed swordsman, and countless translucent wind blades flew towards him. In the blink of an eye, the black-clothed swordsman's clothes were torn and blood splattered on his body.

"Break it for me!" The black-clothed swordsman shouted and slashed with all his strength with the sword in his hand.

With a loud "bang", the storm was broken by his sword. The black-clothed swordsman broke free and fell heavily to the ground.

Mu Hanyan then noticed that he was wearing an ancient-style wristband with dense patterns on it. Judging from the color, it was clearly made of meteorite gold.

It seemed his earlier guess was correct; his barrier was indeed created with the help of this alchemical device. However, the wristband had already been broken in two, barely hanging on his hand, and was definitely unusable.

"Night Storm is worthy of being one of the ten forbidden techniques of the temple priests. It is indeed powerful." The black-clothed swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a sneer.

"If you run away now, you still have a chance." Seeing the sneer on his face, Yue Ji frowned and said.

"Escape? Why should I run away? You have forbidden techniques, but don't I have any?" The black-clothed swordsman slowly stood up, one hand tightly grasping the long sword, and the other hand pulling out a pistol from behind.

The spear was no more than a foot long and was very finely crafted. It was red gold in color and engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns.

"The Demon-Destroying Spear, you actually got the Demon-Destroying Spear!" Yue Ji exclaimed.

"Yes, this is the Demon-Breaking Spear. I left the temple and traveled thousands of miles to hunt down the traitor Hua Guanyu. Do you think I have nothing to rely on?" The black-clothed swordsman said coldly.

Obviously, this Demon-Breaking Spear is an extraordinary magical weapon, or perhaps, it is a magical weapon in itself.

"Hua Yue, hurry up." Yue Ji shouted, and made a series of hand gestures. One black storm after another swept across the ground and rushed towards the black-clothed swordsman.

The storm was not very big, only about the height of a person, but it left no trace wherever it passed. Even the stone bench with a diameter of more than a foot was caught in the whirlwind and turned into powder in an instant. It is not difficult to imagine how terrifying power is contained in this storm.

"The magic spear destroys the devil, kill!" The black-clothed swordsman's eyes focused, and a blood mist suddenly burst out from his body.

Fantastic lights and shadows appeared around him, and his aura continued to rise, soon surpassing the realm of swordsman and reaching the realm of sword master. Of course, this was also relative to the cultivation level of the Holy Court Continent. In fact, his aura was filled with coldness and murderous intent, which was very different from the aura of the strong men of the Holy Court Continent.

The black-clad swordsman thrust out his spear, the tip of the spear flashing with energy, and instantly transformed into a ferocious beast with a majestic figure and a ferocious face blocking his way.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..." Muffled sounds were heard, and dust was flying. The several storms released by Yue Ji and the phantom of the ferocious beast transformed by the spear light disappeared at the same time, and failed to hurt the other party at all.

"So, this is your true strength." Yue Ji wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said lightly.

It can be seen that using forbidden techniques to tear open the space barrier between the Holy Court Continent and the Continent of Gods also caused great harm to her.

However, since she had used the forbidden technique, she was not afraid at all even if the opponent was a master comparable to a swordsman.

"No, you are wrong. Soon, you will see my true strength." The black-clothed swordsman sneered grimly.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the gun. In an instant, a terrifying aura burst out from his body.

"Could it be that his true strength is comparable to that of a Sword Saint?" Feeling his ever-increasing aura and pressure, Mu Hanyan was shocked.

Just as the black-clad swordsman's momentum was rising, a dark light appeared outside his body, forming a series of intersecting gratings, like a huge net that trapped him, and his rising momentum temporarily stagnated.

"Break, break, break!" The black-clad swordsman had a ferocious look on his face and suddenly raised his pistol.

Although the spear was only a foot long, it was flashing with cold light at this moment, and its momentum seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

Thunder exploded in the air, and lightning bolts fell from the sky one after another, hitting the black-clad swordsman.

Blood splattered all over his body, and he was nearly torn to pieces by the lightning. His face was distorted in extreme pain, becoming even more hideous.

However, the crisscrossing grating that enveloped him like a giant net was becoming increasingly dim.

Yue Ji's expression changed drastically, and she used all her strength to send out one black storm after another.

Countless turbulent wind blades slashed across the black-clad swordsman's body, making his already scarred body even more riddled with holes. However, the gleam in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his strength continued to increase.

"Seal!" Mu Hanyan suddenly realized that the huge net was actually a seal that restricted the black-clothed swordsman's power.

Mu Hanyan saw the horror in Yue Ji's eyes. Obviously, the strength of the black-clothed swordsman was beyond her expectations. Even the Night Storm that she cast with the help of forbidden techniques could not pose a fatal threat to him.

Mu Hanyan almost couldn't help but attack, but forced herself to loosen her fingers that were gripping the hilt of the sword.

It's not the right time yet. Although the black-clad swordsman no longer has the alchemy device and can no longer cast the previous barrier, his strength is equivalent to that of a high-level swordsman. She will definitely not gain any benefit if she takes action now.

Wait, must wait for the best time.