Sikong Liang believed he had figured everything out. He thought today's events were all coincidences, not a scheme. He believed my calm demeanor was just a bluff, meant to make him back down...
If that's the case, how could he possibly back down? If he were really scared away by a few words, how could Sikong Liang possibly survive in the world of geniuses?
However, just to be on the safe side, he felt it necessary to send his protector to test the waters...
"Senior Wuqian, please help me kill Tuoba San..."
The faceless old man snorted coldly and said
"Holy Son, I am a protector, not an assassin. I will not make a move unless your life is in danger..."
Sikong Liang wasn't angry at the faceless old man's retort. He figured if danger arose, the old man would protect him, so taking matters into his own hands was the same…
The next moment, he walked towards Tuoba San with a determined look, but he was very careful with every step, as if he was afraid that Tuoba San's unconsciousness was faked...
At this moment, the power within Tuoba San's body was in great chaos, having lost control of his soul and running rampant within his body...
His consciousness was trapped in an unknown space, surrounded by a vast expanse of white, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape...
Just then, a sense of crisis entered Tuoba San's consciousness, and under the stimulation of danger, his soul actually returned to his body...
Driven by instinct, Tuoba San instinctively unleashed a palm strike…
Sikong Liang's initial tension turned into excitement in a mere moment, as his attack was about to land on Tuoba San...
Bang…
Sikong Liang's attack was deflected by Tuoba San's palm strike, and his excited expression instantly turned into disbelief, mixed with the pain of his injury. The changes in his expression in that instant were incredibly rich...
Sikong Liang had only one thought in his mind: he had been tricked…
What he didn't understand was why Tuoba San, who clearly possessed great strength, would resort to such despicable means.
Even a demonic cultivator wouldn't be so despicable; he actually got outsmarted by a righteous person who's dedicated to eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path...
Two clear tears streamed down his face as he flew through the air; he was truly heartbroken…
I thought to myself, with your strength, I would have bowed down and admitted defeat if you had just stood there; there was no need for a sneak attack…
This cast a huge shadow over Sikong Liang's fragile heart. Just as he was about to hit the ground, the Faceless Old Man caught him...
After landing, Sikong Liang almost burst into tears, but Tuoba San showed him no sympathy. How dare a demonic cultivator ambush him? Wasn't that courting death?
So his attack followed immediately, heading straight for Sikong Liang. Seeing that he was about to lose his life, a hint of panic flashed in Sikong Liang's eyes...
Just then, the Faceless Elder made his move. His power as a Ninth-Rank Martial Emperor soared to the heavens, and demonic energy condensed into a shield in his hand, blocking Tuoba San's path...
Bang…
The two attacks collided in front of Sikong Liang, and the enormous impact forced the Faceless Old Man to pull Sikong Liang backward...
At this moment, Sikong Liang was no longer the arrogant man he had been moments before. He was like a wronged young wife, obediently being held in the arms of the Faceless Old Man…
Tuoba San did not pursue; he was still injured. Had it not been for his fighting instincts and his ability to defend against Sikong Liang's attack, he might have been killed just now…
He felt a chill run down his spine; if he had been killed, his father probably wouldn't have survived either…
Seeing that I was unharmed, Tuoba San breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the faceless old man with a serious expression…
Sikong Liang, as the Holy Son of the Remnant Blood Sect, was only at the level of an Eighth-Rank Martial Venerable. In Tuoba San's mind at this time, such strength was nothing more than trash. Only his protector, the Faceless Old Man, posed a threat to him...
This is mainly because his injuries have not healed, and the power within his body is still in chaos, making it difficult to calm down in a short time. This state greatly affects his strength...
The two sides were locked in a standoff. Looking at Sikong Liang, I couldn't help but point at him and mock him.
"Hey... Holy Son, what are you doing? Are you nursing in your mother's arms? But the Faceless Old Man is a man! I've already told you you can't kill my son, and you didn't believe me. Now you're crying for your mother?"
humiliation…
My words made Sikong Liang's face turn bright red, and the faceless old man pushed Sikong Liang away with disgust and disdain. Even though he was the holy son of a sect, he couldn't stand the other party treating him like a mother...
Seeing Tuoba San defeated by the Faceless Old Man, Sikong Liang felt confident in his abilities and didn't even notice the Faceless Old Man's disdainful look. Instead, he drew his ninth-tier longsword, preparing to join forces with the Faceless Old Man for a major battle...
My eyes lit up when I saw the longsword in his hand. I never expected to find a ninth-tier magic weapon here. My son's own ninth-tier longsword had just been destroyed, and he was desperately in need of a suitable weapon. And here it was, delivered right to my doorstep...
"Hmph! With the treasures of my sect, I can challenge opponents of higher levels. Together with Senior Wuqian, we both possess the strength of a Martial Emperor. How dare you humiliate me like this? None of you will leave here alive today..."
Sikong Liang was uttering harsh words when he realized the faceless old man wasn't cooperating. He looked at his protector with suspicion...
Only then did he realize that the faceless old man had put some distance between them, and he said somewhat angrily.
"Senior Wuqian, what are you doing? Come with me and kill these spies who have infiltrated the Demonic Sect's territory..."
The faceless old man looked at him calmly and said...
"I only intervene when you're in a life-or-death situation, not to die with you..."
Sikong Liang's face immediately darkened. This was too humiliating. He had come down to flirt with a girl, but instead, he was humiliated instead. Now, he had been beaten up and had no power to retaliate. This was incredibly frustrating...
"Hey...you can take action yourself. If you can't beat my son, your protector will definitely protect you before you die..."
I saw fear in Sikong Liangxin's heart; how could I let him give up so easily? I had to keep fanning the flames...
Tuoba San's expression remained unchanged. He didn't want to fight, but he wasn't afraid to fight either. He thought that this was definitely his father testing him, and even if it meant getting injured, he would let his father know that he was strong enough to protect him...
Sikong Liang's eyes brightened, and he thought to himself that it made sense. As long as he was in danger, the Faceless Old Man would definitely come to his rescue, and then it would be a one-against-two situation.
So Sikong Liang acted, and even the Faceless Old Man couldn't stop him in time. He was somewhat disappointed in him, because some powerful people kill without giving others a chance to come to their rescue...
"Holy Son, be careful..."
The faceless old man only had time to give a warning before Sikong Liang had already rushed in front of Tuoba San. Facing Sikong Liang, who was holding a ninth-tier longsword, Tuoba San's eyes flashed with disdain...
Tuoba San didn't even move his body. He simply raised his hand and snatched Sikong Liang's longsword, then kicked him away...
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