The Giant Elephant Puppet is mine!
Just as Lin Ze slowly rose, ready to swing his blade and destroy the Giant Elephant Puppet, a figure appeared on the mountain.
This man, dressed in green robes, exuded an unrestrained air, his strength seemingly surpassing even Lin Ze’s.
Brother Qi! Lin Ze exclaimed in delight. Have you already found the Moonlight Sect?
The man in green gave a wry smile. I found it. Not only the Moonlight Sect, but the other sects have also started reappearing.
What’s going on? Didn’t you say these hidden sects were extremely secretive and hard to find? Lin Ze asked, puzzled.
The man in green was channeling his true essence, preparing to face the Giant Elephant Puppet, but he could still talk.
The Mountain and River Martial Soul has emerged, and the revival of the human race is in sight. The twelve sects that formed the Holy Dynasty back then have also returned. Haven’t you noticed, big brother? More and more martial artists are awakening fragmented martial souls, and among the twelve sects, there are even those with complete martial souls.
With that, the man in green shot forward. Big brother, I’ll tell you the details after we resolve this war.
Lin Ze had many questions.
But he knew now wasn’t the time for talk.
So he closed his eyes again, focusing on recovery in case another danger arose, allowing him to fight.
For now, all enemies equivalent to Ninth Layer Martial Masters had opponents, temporarily unable to harm Cloud Sky City.
The war entered another stalemate.
Ah—!
Suddenly, on the protective mountain, an Eighth Layer peak Martial Master’s neck was sliced clean through.
He only had time to let out a scream before his life ended.
What’s happening?
This sudden change made everyone tense and wary.
An Eighth Layer peak Martial Master, though not as strong as a Ninth Layer, was still formidable. To have his head inexplicably severed—how could that not cause alarm?
Ah!
Ah!
Several more screams followed, as three or four more Eighth Layer Martial Masters were killed.
Marshal Lin, there’s an invisible assassin! Ling Xiao shouted.
In his Soul State, he could see a black shadow suddenly appear on the protective mountain.
Yes, just one shadow.
But this shadow’s cultivation was at the early Ninth Layer Martial Vein.
He wasn’t the strongest, but his ability to turn invisible and conceal his aura meant even Lin Ze hadn’t detected him.
Invisible assassin!
At this, a chill ran through the crowd.
An unseen danger was the most terrifying kind.
Ling Xiao noticed that this invisible assassin was likely a Ninja Clan martial artist, bearing some resemblance to Ming Tian.
If he had to guess, it was probably Ming Tian’s father or uncle.
He stopped fighting and went to report this to Lin Ze.
This was a serious matter. If not handled properly, everyone on the protective mountain, except Lin Ze, could be wiped out.
This assassin was clever, only targeting those below the Ninth Layer. Ninth Layer martial artists, even if they couldn’t see him, had sharp enough reactions to potentially counterattack if he got too close.
Ninja Clan assassin? So the Ninja Clan and Blue-Eyed Clan are truly in cahoots? Lin Ze grew anxious.
Marshal Lin, we must deal with this invisible assassin first, or our losses will be catastrophic, Dai Yuling said, frowning.
What a headache. If he doesn’t come near me, there’s nothing I can do, Lin Ze said, rubbing his head.
His strength far surpassed the invisible assassin’s—one slash could kill him.
The problem was, he couldn’t see the assassin or sense his presence.
The assassin would strike and flee quickly, leaving no time to counterattack.
Why not have everyone fall back and form a defensive formation? That way, the assassin would have a harder time succeeding, someone suggested.
No. Withdrawing people from the battlefield for one invisible assassin would leave those fighting Ninth Layer experts without support, putting them in danger, Lin Ze said, shaking his head.
But Marshal Lin, this invisible assassin is fast and can hide his form and aura. Even Ninth Layer Martial Masters can only sense him at close range. We can’t track his movements at all, an Eighth Layer peak Martial Master said bitterly.
The others lowered their heads, unsure of what to do.
Ahh…
Suddenly, more martial artists were inexplicably struck in vital spots, dying on the spot without even seeing their enemy.
Marshal Lin, I’ll hold this guy off, and you handle the killing. How’s that? Ling Xiao said, unable to hold back any longer.
He knew he had no chance of winning against an early Ninth Layer Martial Vein martial artist. Even escaping would be difficult, and he could easily die.
But watching so many martial artists fall to this assassin, he couldn’t remain indifferent.
Many of these martial artists were true heroes, shedding blood on the battlefield to protect ordinary citizens. To see them die so ignominiously—how could Ling Xiao stand by?
The key was that he was the only one who could clearly track the invisible assassin’s movements, his eyes able to keep up.
No way! Lin Ze waved his hand, rejecting Ling Xiao’s proposal.
But at that moment, Ling Xiao roared, September, watch your back!
In Ling Xiao’s line of sight, the invisible assassin had snuck behind General September for a sneak attack.
He likely thought that, despite General September’s strength, he was preoccupied fighting a Blue-Eyed Clan Ninth Layer peak expert, making him a prime target.
Hearing Ling Xiao’s shout, General September didn’t dare hesitate.
He unleashed a full-force palm strike, temporarily repelling his frontal opponent, then leapt aside with an eerie movement technique, narrowly dodging the sneak attack.
Even so, a piece of his sleeve was sliced off.
It was a hair’s breadth from disaster.
The invisible assassin had no intention of clashing directly with General September. Missing his strike, he quickly fled, leaving General September’s counterattack to hit empty air.
Marshal Lin, we can’t hesitate. I know you’re looking out for me, but I’m not that easy to kill, Ling Xiao said.
He held great respect for General September. If the general were killed right in front of him, it would be hard to accept.
Are you sure you’ll be fine? Lin Ze valued Ling Xiao highly and was reluctant to let him take such a risk.
If Ling Xiao died because of this, Lin Ze would regret it deeply.
You don’t trust me, Marshal? Ling Xiao didn’t explain further. He leapt into action.
If Lin Ze was worried, he’d prove there was no need.
I’ll be back in a flash!
On the battlefield, Ling Xiao completely suppressed his aura. If one didn’t look closely, it would seem as though he’d vanished from the battlefield entirely.
He was there, yet his presence was undetectable.
Combined with the chaos of the battlefield, it was nearly impossible to track him with the naked eye.
Hoo~~
Ling Xiao took a deep breath. Despite emitting no aura, he somehow managed to channel true essence into the Drifting Snow Sword in his hand.
This seemingly contradictory feat, he accomplished.
Because he wasn’t concealing his aura through any martial technique but through the template of his Mountain and River Martial Soul.
At this moment, his outward template was that of an ordinary person.
No matter how powerful the martial skill he used, it remained the same.
