Just as Yue Wuyi, Wenren Yu, and Xia Yize, who had been cautiously drawing their Han Guang swords and spears and were about to fight side by side, stared blankly at the silent, aloof, and unapproachable senior who fiercely chased after Ling Xu with his sword, slashing left and right. Ling Xu, after all, was a renowned and highly skilled cultivator, but under his sword and shield, he was as pitiful as a helpless child.
They had always assumed that this senior was a practitioner of Taoist arts, but it turned out that he was actually skilled in swordsmanship!
As Long Xun moved with incredible agility, his black robe could no longer conceal his body. Amidst the fluttering of the robe, it was revealed that he was clad in a cold, menacing black armor. The armor was exquisitely crafted, with small metal pieces adorning the hem of his robe, giving it a heavy and substantial feel. Occasionally, a wisp of his hood would lift, revealing a sleek, simple silver mask on his face.
With his movements, the hem of his black armor fluttered in the air, making a swishing metallic scraping sound, and each time his metallic black boots landed, they produced a dull thud.
A hazy silver light and a sharp, blood-red aura emanated from his body. Each of his strikes was accompanied by a lightning-like red light and a misty silver light, dazzling and spectacular.
When Long Xun is in battle, he looks and sounds incredibly cool, instantly igniting people's passion.
As Long Xun sheathed his sword and shield, the black robe fell down again, covering his entire body. The dazzling silver light that had been like smoke and mist vanished without a trace. The onlookers, who had been watching for a long time, felt a little uneasy as the Xuanmiao Temple darkened.
Disheveled and ragged, Lingxu couldn't believe his defeat. He dared not vent his anger on Long Xun, who had just beaten him so badly. Instead, he fixed his venomous gaze on Xia Yize, snarling, "It's all your fault...it's all your fault...the great task of exorcising demons is unfinished...you traitorous, brother-killing bastard...I'll give you a big gift..."
Suddenly, Long Xun moved. Xia Yize only felt a blur before his eyes. When he looked again, he and Long Xun had switched positions, and there were talismans wrapped around Long Xun's body.
Shao Gong's expression changed slightly, and he became serious: "This...this is a Word of Power! Godfather!"
Lingxu was already lost in thought, completely unaware that the object of his curse had changed. He said hatefully, "I curse you... to be betrayed by everyone, to be a lonely and isolated person all your life... I curse you to be killed by your closest and most trusted people, and to die without a burial place..."
"Throughout your life... what you hate will follow you like a shadow... what you desire will never be obtained... things will go against your wishes, and you will never find peace..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lingxu was already dead.
Yue Wuyi was unaware of what a Word of Power was. Wenren Yu said worriedly, "A Word of Power is a kind of incantation. What the caster says will come true for the person under the spell... Senior Long, he..."
"What? How could Senior Long bear such a vicious curse for that guy... If Lingxu had said he wanted him dead just now, wouldn't he have...?"
Xia Yize stood there stunned, never expecting that Long Xun would replace him...
Those spells were clearly meant to be cast on him.
Shao Gong's usual calm and composed demeanor vanished. His face was pale as he reached out to support Long Xun, asking urgently, "Godfather? How are you?"
The black hood swayed slightly, and Long Xun's voice drifted over slowly: "It's alright."
The purple talisman reappeared on his body, enveloped in a thick silver light. After forcibly removing it from Long Xun's body, it exploded into fragments with a loud bang.
"The Word of Power... is shattered?" Wenren Yu murmured.
Shao Gong's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing what Wenren Yu said, he couldn't help but smile and say, "My godfather's abilities are far beyond what you and I can imagine."
"Let's go," Long Xun said calmly.
The group was teleported to Xia Yize's temporary residence, a mansion in the backyard. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they each found a guest room to rest.
Tonight they caused a ruckus at the Hai Shi Bo shop and confronted Ling Xu. Although it didn't take much effort, they were already quite exhausted.
Before returning to his room, Shao Gong couldn't help but whisper to Long Xun, "Father, don't force yourself. If anything happens, return to Buzhou Mountain as soon as possible."
Within Mount Buzhou, there is a dragon seeking its true form. Even a spiritual clone can borrow the terrifying power of its true form, making it invincible. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to purify the fiery aura of the Burning Soul back then.
Having only a spiritual clone traveling around has too many inconveniences. For example, if today's battle goes on for a long time, Long Xun might disappear while fighting—when his spiritual energy is exhausted, the clone will naturally disappear.
Long Xun nodded, indicating that he understood.
After everyone had dispersed, Xia Yize walked up to Long Xun with a somewhat complicated expression and said in a deep voice, "Just now... thank you, senior."
You don't need to thank me. I'm happy to do anything for you.
Long Xun thought to himself.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Yize paused for a moment, then continued, "But Senior Long, this matter should have been borne by me alone. It's fine if the incantation didn't harm you, but if it really did... how could I face Brother Long in the future?"
Xia Yize felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of the vicious curse he had just heard. He didn't understand why he was so terrified, and even on the way back, he felt his hands and feet were a little cold.
Do you really want to be so clear about things with me?
Long Xun turned his head slightly and said slowly, "Since we're traveling together, it's my responsibility to take care of you. It's getting late, you should rest first."
Xia Yize remained silent for a long time, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Long Xun before turning and leaving.
Long Xun watched him walk down the corridor until his figure disappeared behind a peach tree. He then checked on the others one last time. Whether it was the three demons Zhen Ji, Bai Lu, Su Shang, or Yue Wuyi, Wenren Yu, and Shao Gong, they were all already lying in bed. Only Xia Yize, who had just left, was still walking towards his room.
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