Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  "Hmph! You have guts!"

  The Chinese-speaking barbarian snorted coldly. "My master is the only person in the world who can command us.

  "Why are you still waiting? Hurry up and kill that person!"

  The red-clad Lamas answered to his command at the same time. Their red kasayas danced and formed huge blasts of wind. The tables and chairs nearby were instantly broken and sent flying in every direction. The people by the side shot backwards to prevent themselves from getting involved.

  "How preposterous!"

  The red-clad Lamas' attacks were not aimed at the white-clad young man, but the old man standing behind the white-clad old man, whose strength at the later stage of Myth Realm brought them quite a lot of pressure. The old man flicked his wrists, and he caused two Lamas to stagger a few steps backward. The difference in their strength was as clear as day with this one exchange.

  Clang!

  The old man in the later stage of Myth Realm drew his sword. A spark shot up, and it instantly turned into layers of sword forces. He slashed in four directions, and the slashes formed a formation that protected the white-clad young man within it.

  The red-clad Lamas moved, some jumped in the air, and some bent their bodies. Fierce wind-generated gusts of wind landed on the sword forces, and they negated the sword forces. Banging sounds rose nonstop.

  Within an instant, the hall of the inn was reduced to a disorderly battlefield.

  The white-clad young man's table was the only table that remained in perfect condition. The other tables were all shattered. Even the best carpenters would find it hard to repair those tables.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Fragments of tables and chairs flew everywhere in the inn. Jin Xiangyu and her employees hid by the side and watched with quivering hearts. "I just knew that those barbarians would definitely cause trouble… Young Wu, go and make preparations! After they finish fighting, you absolutely must kill them with poison and turn them into food…"

  "Ah, boss, I won't eat it." Young Wu looked troubled.

  Jin Xiangyu glared at him. "Idiot!"

  "Even if it's free, I wouldn't eat it as well." Young Wu shook his head firmly.

  "It's not for you, hair-for-brains." Jin Xiangyu was agitated. She smacked the back of her employee's head. "Hurry up and prepare your tools. There are going to be more customers coming here later. What are we going to do if we don't have enough tables and chairs to serve them?"

  The strength of those at the later stage of Myth Realm was only one level higher than those at the middle stage of Myth Realm, and two levels for those at the beginning stage of Myth Realm. Even so, it would not be a problem for such people to fight against three to four people alone. However, as more red-clad Lamas joined the fray, the old man became unable to handle the situation, and the defense line formed by dense sword forces gradually started showing loopholes.

  "Ha!"

  A red-clad Lama seized the chance when the old man turned around to deliver a palm-generated wind that could break stones from his side. He attacked from the old man's side, and with a howl, the palm-generated wind went to strike the old man's back.

  But at the moment the palm-generated wind reached the old man's back, a great force suddenly rammed into his back. The Lama felt as if he had been rammed into by a huge stone worth ten thousand pounds. His c.h.e.s.t caved in instantly, and with an even faster speed, he fell among the wanderers who were watching the fight.

  "Cough!"

  Blood splattered all over the place.

  The red-clad Lama struggled to push his upper body up. With his head thrown slightly back, he pointed in the direction of the white-clad young man. "You… You…"

  He did not manage to finish his sentence. Unable to catch his next breath, he fell on the floor and died on the spot.

  However, the old man in the later stage of Myth Realm was still in a difficult spot.

  Whoosh!

  Even though the old man delivered a sword slash that allowed him to injure the person who injured him as well, when he moved back, a trickle of blood had still appeared at the corners of his mouth. His face turned a little paler than before, and his c.h.e.s.t heaved.

  "Kill him!"

  The group of red-clad Lamas might have been forced back, but they were just in time to see a comrade of theirs be killed on the spot. Their expressions were savage and cold. They shouted at the same time, and their momentum grew. The wind from their palms came charging at the old man like an avalanche.

  The old man's expression instantly changed.

  Eleven red-clad Lamas attacked at full force, and their momentum was even greater than two elites at the peak of Myth Realm combined. No matter what, it was impossible for him to parry this round of attacks. Besides, he also suffered from internal injuries.

  At that moment, Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow noticed that a strange sword had appeared on the white-clad young man's table.

  Whoosh!

  A gust of wind stirred, and the young man disappeared abruptly along with the sword.

  'He's so fast!'

  Before the people in the inn could even express their shock, a dazzling sword force shot up before the palm-generated gusts of wind and crashed into the eleven red-clad Lamas.

  Riiiiiiippppp!

  The sound of something being torn apart rose.

  The group of red-clad Lamas cried out in pain and fell back. With loud crashes, they shattered a few chairs and tables, and they were put on a pathetic sight when they fell.

  No one knew what happened.

  The palm-generated gusts of wind with the force of an avalanche was shattered in the air like a bubble pierced.

  The group of red-clad Lamas were sent flying away by the elegant white-clad young man, and all of them had a wound on their c.h.e.s.ts. Blood poured out from that area.

  As for the white-clad young man, at the moment the sword force appeared, he returned to his seat, as if he had never moved from it. His longsword was placed on the table, and he lifted his cup to take a sip from it. His movements were relaxed.

  "Hiss…"

  Even Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow felt a shock they had never experienced before, and their hearts trembled in amazement.

  Hu Baiwan's expression turned a little dark.

  Two of his subordinates got up and drew their weapons warily. They stood on guard beside Hu Baiwans and stared at the white-clad young man with intense gazes.

  Thud! Thud!

  Dozens of red-clad Lamas entered the inn with astonishing momentums. They made the crowd part for them or went to help their fallen comrades up or went to Hu Baiwan's side to protect him or stood on guard against the white-clad young man warily. The atmosphere in the inn became tense once more, and the hostile air was even more prominent than before.

  "Does Hu Baiwan intend to bring so many Myth Realm elites when he explored the desert palace?"

  The people from Wind Assault Tower had already left their seats. They got up and observed all that was happening in the hall, and their expressions were grave.

  They only learned that something major had happened when they heard the system notification. Someone had activated the ruins of the former Dragon Gate Inn, and it was linked to the treasures of the desert palace. That was when they came here to see what was going on.

  But the situation before their eyes had already surpassed their imagination!

  They had also run into all sorts of martial artists on their way here.

  Then, there was that group at the ruins of the former Dragon Gate Inn.

  There was also the army of Embroidered Uniform Guards the system sent over.

  A young, mysterious swordsman who could severely injure a group of Myth Realm elites with just one slash had also appeared to serve as their competition.

  Phantasmal Shadow suddenly felt that she was a little too weak. She did not think that she could even win against Hu Baiwan with just the dozen elite members beside her, especially when he was determined to obtain
the treasures in the desert palace.

  Wu Kuo saw Phantasmal Shadow's signal.

  He quietly sent another messenger pigeon into the sky.

  Due to the white-clad young man's astonishing slash, the atmosphere in the inn became complicated.

  Hu Baiwan seemed to have sensed danger when the young man attacked. Even though he still had a group of elites protecting him, he did not lower his guard. With a grave look, he stared at the young man, who had just revealed unmatched strength. He did not dare to order his subordinates to attack.

  The only person who was not too surprised by the results of the fight was the instigator—Osaya!

  The mysterious West Region beauty seemed to have been able to tell since the start that the white-clad young man was incredibly extraordinary. She only had an admiring look on her face since the start of the fight.

  When both sides sank into a stalemate, she spoke to break the tense situation in the inn.

  "Gusu's Blue-robed Hero, your attainments with the sword have already reached the state where you are one with the sword. You absolutely have the right to enter the desert palace and receive a share of the treasures in the desert palace."

  Osaya's sentence caused everyone's attention to shift from the hostile situation before them to the treasures in the desert palace.

  Most of the players had greed appear on their faces.

  Osaya spoke again, "I have an idea. Why don't you work with Hu Baiwan and help him obtain an item from the palace? As for the other treasures, all of them shall belong to you. What do you think, sir?"

  "There's no need for that."

  The old man from the later stage of Myth Realm spoke up to interrupt Osaya's suggestion.

  "The desert palace will not appear for a long time, and it has plenty of traps. It's practically impossible to move away from all the treasures in there. To us, the treasures in there are not that useful. The item my master fancies might be the same as what Hu Baiwan wants."

  Osaya's expression changed, and she leveled the young man a resentful look. "Sir."

  The young man quietly lifted his wine cup and drank from it. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "I'll give your benefactor a word of advice. People who stink of money like he does should just guard his money. He doesn't have the right to make the world do his bidding by his words alone."

  Whoosh!

  When he heard this, Hu Baiwan was finally unable to hold his anger back, he stood up in the side hall on the right and looked down at the young man with a cold gaze. "Sir, you might have misunderstood something, I, Hu Baiwan, am just a merchant who will only pursue profit for my entire life. I don't have such great ambitions. However, I will obtain the treasures in the desert palace. Osaya, I promise you. Work with the Gu poison master I hired from now on and help me fight against those who dare set their sights on the treasures in the desert palace. Once we succeed, your debt with me will be cleared, and we will no longer owe each other anything."

  "Do you promise?"

  "I promise!"

  Hu Baiwan raised his chine, and his words were firm.

  Silver Wolf noticed through great observational skills that the young man frowned in a barely perceptible manner at the moment Osaya promised Hu Baiwan.

  "Hahahaha!" At that moment, a loud string of laughter suddenly tumbled into the inn like a wave. "The world might be big, but all land belongs to my king! All the treasures in the desert palace are left behind by the ancients, by the former dynasty. Even if we are morally obligated to use it for good, you are just a merchant, Hu Baiwan. You stink of money, and you can't be considered as a righteous person."

  The mockery in those words toward Hu Baiwan was incredibly clear.

  "Who is it?!"

  "Stay where you are!"

  "Those who humiliate my master must die!"

  A string of angry shouts, disorderly footsteps, and the sound of weapons clashing rose outside the inn.

  The people in the inn were shocked.

  Their trip to the inn this time was full of entertainment. After one round of fighting, another round rose.

  Slap!

  Someone soon flung the door open.

  Countless gazes were gathered at the direction of the door.

  Many people were shocked.

  A group of people who were obviously Chinese and were dressed as wanderers strode in with their heads held high. Behind them were a lot of martial artists who were famous to the players in the inn. They fought against Hu Baiwan's people.

  "What's going on now?"

  Many people made guesses in their hearts.

  Only the young man had his body tremble slightly when he heard that the desert palace was from the previous dynasty. Surprise shone for a moment in his eyes.

  Chapter 1154 - Remnants from the Royal Family of Great Yan VS Elite in the Dao of Heaven

  Boom!

  The door was flung open. A group of Chinese martial artists strode in with the hot wind, which howled madly as these martial artists walked in.

  Five powerful martial artists and three old men led the group who walked into the inn. The veins on their temples popped up. Their gazes were sharp like an eagle's. There were two more middle-aged men with extraordinary elegance walking in behind them, and there was one ethereally beautiful woman walking behind them with a sword. She looked like an immortal.

  "Who are you?!"

  The red-clad Lamas who strode into the inn currently had the inn under control. When they saw that the people here had actually started fighting against their companions outside, they became incredibly angry. Without any other word, they pounced over, and their weapons sliced through the air.

  "Hmph!"

  The three old men's eyes glowed coldly. They let out derisive snorts at the same time. These red-clad Lamas were nothing to them. Without hesitation, they rushed into the encirclement.

  These three people faced more than ten Myth Realm elites, and a shocking scene appeared.

  The three old men parried all the red-clad Lamas' attacks.

  At the moment the intersecting and fierce sword forces reached the old men, an invisible but gentle force was released from the old men. They easily changed the attack trajectory of the sword forces, and these sword forces crashed into the saber glares that attacked them from another side.

  Ting!

  Both were cancelled off in the air.

  The three old men used the same method to negate the attacks. With calm expressions, they split into three fighting groups, and they moved about at ease.

  Even though more red-clad Lamas joined the fray, the three old men did not have their faces turn red from exertion, and neither did they struggle to catch their breath. They did not spend much of their energy even when they fought against six to seven people alone. They even started laughing derisively. "Hahahaha! Hu Baiwan, are these the disciples who put into Prince Ming's Temple? They don't seem strong at all!"

  Hu Baiwan said nothing, his expression was red with rage.

  The remaining red-clad Lamas did not dare to join the fight readily. They guarded Hu Baiwan and stared at their people fighting against their own people with frowns on their faces.

  "Shifting Stars… It truly is amazing."

  No one else in the world aside from the sages of the Murong Clan were able to execute the principle of "I will deal with you the same way as you dealt with me" with such ease.

  "I didn't expect that the Murong Clan would send so many people over."

  "But it's not strange either." Phantasmal Shadow quickly cast a glance at the white-clad young man who remained seated by his table and stood out like a sore thumb. She sighed, and she spoke, her voice was projected only to her people. "The descendants of the Murong Clan have always carried the mission of restoring the Great Yan Dynasty. The quests from the clan are mostly centered around learning the martial arts in the world and gathering all sorts of divine weapons. The desert palace contains all sorts of treasures from the world, and the Murong Clan will not miss
this opportunity.

  "That Gusu's Blue-robed Hero is already very outstanding. I didn't expect that the Murong Clan would send more martial artists to go with him. By the looks of it, even Hu Baiwan might not be able to suppress the Murong Clan."

  "Yeah…" Wu Kuo and the others nodded behind her.

  "Stop!"

  Hu Baiwan finally spoke. The arrival of the Murong Clan's elites caused him to have a vague feeling that the situation was beginning to slip from his control. "Shifting Stars is indeed incredibly profound. Murong Clan Elders, please stop."

  He summoned his red-clad Lamas back.

  The three old men from the Murong Clan stopped attacking at the same time. They returned to the middle-aged man and the Murong Clan Lady's sides. "Master, fortune is on our side. We have not failed in our task."

  "Thank you, elders." One of the middle-aged men was the current clan leader of the Murong Clan, Murong Xun. He had a modest smile when he nodded at Hu Baiwan slightly.

  "Since the Murong Clan has already come here, it means that the treasures in the desert palace will not belong to anyone else. Brother Hu, you're just a merchant. It will not be too late for you to remove yourself from the situation now." His words were laced with a threatening and domineering tone.

  Hu Baiwan't expression was incredibly sour.

  It was clear that the Murong Clan was determined to have the treasures for themselves this time.

  Not only had they brought forward three grand elders who were at the peak of Myth Realm, even the clan leader himself had come forward personally. He had also brought all the elders from the Murong Clan. This lineup was basically the same as deploying all the forces from one or two sects.

  "With your strength, you don't have the right to have my master leave this place." The barbarian beside Hu Baiwan snorted coldly. Even though the Murong Clan had plenty of elites, when he cast a glance at Osaya, who was next to the white-clad young man, he felt his heart becoming calm.

  After he finished speaking, the barbarian spoke to a man across him. This man had never once spoken since the start of the entire fiasco.