"Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I'll take your head!"
The nearest attacker, the dagger is about to make contact with the target's body.
He seemed to see the astonishment of the others behind him reflected in the eyes of the "Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion".
I also noticed the mockery in someone's eyes.
"Useless, aren't you all being a little too naive?"
My weakening doesn't mean your strengthening.
The voice came from behind him, and he realized that, without him noticing, the target in front of him had disappeared.
"What?"
The world in his eyes was spinning. He saw the sky, the sheathed sword, and his own incomprehensible body.
"With this level of skill, you dare to try and launch a sneak attack?"
He wiped them all out in one move, and all three of them at once.
As he approached death, he sensed a peculiar power capturing his dissipated spiritual energy, attempting to seize something.
"...Seize?!"
The assassin's eyes widened; he seemed to realize something and opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late.
Finally, filled with fear, his body dissipated and went to the Heroic Spirits to fight in the resurrection match.
Amidst the ruins of the battlefield, the "Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion" watched the three enemies disappear before turning to look at the others.
"So, anyone else want to launch a sneak attack? If so, now is the best opportunity."
Don't say I didn't give you a chance; if you want to try, come on over."
No one made any further moves. The scene they had just witnessed had deterred those who had been itching to act.
The result was exactly as he had expected. His previously serious expression and the lingering murderous aura completely disappeared, replaced by a kind smile.
"Since that's the case, everyone, we've won. How about we have a victory celebration?"
"Great idea, boss! Let's celebrate defeating Bai Xiaosheng! We won!"
This so-called strongest storyteller is nothing but a defeated opponent of ours!
One of the heroic spirits seemed quite excited. He could later tell others that he and the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had joined forces and slaughtered indiscriminately, even Bai Xiaosheng was no match for them.
A celebratory banquet was a good suggestion, and the atmosphere at the scene became lively once again.
Everyone seemed to be in good spirits. The reporter had gotten big news, and most of the warriors and heroic spirits were satisfied to see their enemies die.
The storyteller, who was just observing, got to know the patriarch's melon and also obtained a traditional manuscript.
Only one person, without any joy, quietly left the area.
"We still lost, Master. That guy was exactly as you said, he was just too wicked."
The spirit envoy of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords was walking down the street. He could sense that the clash of energy had ended and the spirit's body in the real world had shattered.
In the clash between the treasures, the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion could sense that someone's knock-off version of the treasure's unsealing had added something special.
That thing is definitely not the All-Knowing Scholar's Noble Phantasm, but the power of another Heroic Spirit.
He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but he realized that what he was fighting against had never been as simple as a know-it-all.
"Unfortunately, I found out too late..."
These were his last thoughts before he was defeated.
The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has entered the resurrection loading state. So the question is, who is the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion who is now there?
Yeah, who is that guy? It's so hard to guess!
"Hehe, let those guys keep having fun. Anyway, Bai Xiaosheng probably won't reveal his identity right away."
The battle is over, we should go back. Although we failed, it's a regrettable loss.
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