"Such obscure grammar! How did these words come together in a sentence? It's so strange!"

Almost at the same time Han Feiyu introduced himself, everyone present, including the Wan Jian Pavilion Master who was still questioning him, had a small question mark appear above their heads.

What is this guy saying?

The storyteller, the all-knowing scholar, is the mastermind behind this incident.

They understand each of these words individually, but how do they come together to form a sentence?

Some people turned their attention to the bloodthirsty audience and the storyteller not far away, hoping that they could clear up their doubts.

Little did they know, these storytellers were also in a state of confusion.

"When did you storytellers become so skilled? How come we didn't know?"

"No, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

A rapid three-part denial followed, and one of the storytellers interrupted their doubts.

He was still wondering, "Is Bai Xiaosheng really a storyteller? Why is your storyteller so different from ours?"

What happened? Did you secretly evolve behind your brothers' backs?

"What's wrong, everyone? Don't you want to believe my answer? That's really a shame."

In this world, can there be more trust and less skepticism?

I am the all-knowing scholar, I am the storyteller, and I have opened up new possibilities for the path of the storyteller.

At this point, his posture changed once again, and he became the Blood Shadow Cult Leader, with an original manuscript appearing in his hand.

My Years as the Second-in-Command of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion

"Do you see that, Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Your brother has been turned into a manuscript by me, and it's in my hands now."

Did you see that? Did you see that? Can you give me some kind of response?

"Bai Xiaosheng...you beast, I will kill you to avenge my brothers, my children, and my disciples."

Without even drawing his sword, the sharp sword energy already swirled around him, cutting cracks in the stone bricks on the ground.

"Don't be angry. You may not have any brothers anymore, but you still have me~"

"I can completely take your brother's place and work alongside you to make the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion shine again, just like you did in the past, can't I?"

"Go to hell!"

Because of Han Feiyu's deliberate provocation, and because this move really had a maximum taunting effect.

Even the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion couldn't take it anymore at this point.

It's time to cast aside all the formalities. He only has one thing to do now: to tear his opponent to pieces!

The sword energy transformed into a white wave that swept across the battlefield. The martial arts masters who were still watching were surprised to find that this sword strike was stronger than any they had faced before.

With a single sword strike, Han Feiyu pierced through his opponent, but before the sword energy could touch his body, he switched to an ordinary manuscript to cover himself.

"Whoosh..."

The sword pierced through, yet it seemed to cause no damage whatsoever; only ashes, as if ignited by flames, and torn pages scattered in the wind.

Han Feiyu developed this gameplay by leveraging the original manuscript's ability to withstand damage.

You can use two drafts simultaneously. The moment an enemy attacks and gets close, you can turn the outermost draft into an exaggeratedly ordinary one to take your place.

He has plenty of these ordinary original manuscripts in his collection, so he doesn't feel bad about them.

If someone were to try and trade lives with him, Han Feiyu would truly be making a huge profit.

The attack, delivered with the determination to kill, had no effect, even the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was stunned for a moment.

That burst of power just now was a charged-up move for him, and none of the small fry around him could withstand it.

How did this guy escape unscathed?