Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 153 The Mysterious Black Robe Master

"Enough, how did you find me?" There was a hint of urgency in Wang Taiming's voice. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, as if looking for a way to retreat.

Jiujiuli folded his hands over his chest, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes full of disdain: "The emperor ordered me to secretly follow General Lin, because you two will fight sooner or later, and then I will take action to kill you. But Tengchong, that idiot, actually killed General Lin. I have no choice but to secretly follow Tengchong for the time being. I believe you will take action against Tengchong."

Wang Taiming's expression grew even darker, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "As expected of a spy in the palace, you guessed it right."

At this moment, the atmosphere around became increasingly tense, and the wind seemed to have stopped, as if the whole world was waiting for a life-and-death duel.

Jiujiuliu's eyes suddenly turned icy cold. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the sword blade flashed with cold light, like the cold moon in the night sky: "Do you have any last words?"

Wang Taiming didn't answer, but instead glanced quickly at Tengchong, still nailed to the tree, his eyes flashing with greed and determination. He thought, if he could absorb all of Tengchong's cultivation, perhaps he could fight Jiujiuliu in a fight. Now he could only find a way to escape and find a chance to return.

Jiujiuliu seemed to see through Wang Taiming's thoughts. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

While Wang Taiming was still pondering his strategy, Jiujiuliu suddenly made his move. He swung his sword fiercely, and several sharp sword energies instantly whizzed towards Wang Taiming.

The sword energy was so fast, like lightning streaking across the night sky, it instantly reached Wang Taiming. Shocked, his pupils constricted sharply. He instinctively held the Soul-Locking Spear across his body and leaped backward with all his might.

"Puff puff puff!" The sword energy flew past Wang Taiming's body, and the big tree and huge rock behind him were instantly cut in half by the sword energy. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and debris flew everywhere.

Before Wang Taiming could gain a firm foothold, Jiujiuliu's figure appeared in front of him in an instant like a ghost.

Wang Taiming only felt a flash before his eyes, and before he could react, Jiujiuliu kicked him hard in the chest.

"Bang!" Wang Taiming's body flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and his body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

However, Jiujiuliu did not give him any chance to breathe. He flashed and chased after him like a shadow.

Wang Taiming had just struggled to stand up when Jiujiuliu kicked him again.

"Ah!" Wang Taiming screamed and his body flew out again. This time, he hit a thick tree directly.

The big tree shook violently and the leaves fell one after another.

Jiujiuliu followed like a shadow and kicked out again. Wang Taiming's body changed direction again and flew to another place.

In this way, Jiujiuliu caught up with Wang Taiming again and again, and each attack was merciless.

Wang Taiming felt as if his body was about to fall apart, his internal organs were churning, and the severe pain almost made him lose consciousness.

Finally, Jiujiuliu caught up with Wang Taiming for the last time. He seized the opportunity and swung the sword in his hand.

A cold light flashed by, like a meteor streaking through the darkness.

Wang Taiming's body flew out again. This time, he knocked down several big trees in succession before finally stopping.

Wang Taiming lay on the ground, facing the sky, blood gushing from his mouth, staining the land around him red.

He struggled to get up, but every time he moved, he felt a piercing pain.

Just as Wang Taiming struggled to get up, a large amount of blood had already flowed out from his back, staining his clothes bright red.

Jiujiuliu stood quietly there, the sword in his hand slowly lowering, his face expressionless, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial game.

At this time, the Haifeng Mountains were silent, with only the heavy breathing of Wang Taiming and the occasional bird calls.

Wang Taiming's vision gradually became blurred, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

"I... I can't just like this..." Wang Taiming used up his last bit of strength to try to stand up again, but his body was completely out of control.

Jiujiuliu looked at Wang Taiming without a trace of pity in his eyes: "Evildoer, this is your end."

After saying that, Jiujiuliu began to sheath his sword. His movements were slow and graceful, as if he was completing a solemn ceremony.

Just when Jiujiuliu thought everything was over, suddenly, a black shadow appeared beside Wang Taiming without any warning, like a ghost.

This man wore the same black robe as Wang Taiming, a black robe that seemed to absorb all light, giving him an incomparably eerie appearance. He wore a black mask with strange carvings, revealing only a pair of deep, dark eyes, a gaze that carried a chilling chill.

Jiujiuli's nerves were instantly stretched to the limit. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force. His eyes were filled with vigilance and alertness, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

"Who on earth is this person?" Jiujiuli pondered inwardly, beads of sweat unknowingly oozing from his forehead. He could clearly sense an extremely powerful and oppressive aura emanating from the black-robed figure before him, a powerful pressure unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Not far away, Tengchong, pinned to a tree by the Soul-Locking Spear, though unable to move, felt the black-robed man's suffocating aura. His face instantly turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly. If he were free at this moment, he would have turned and fled without hesitation, even if it meant abandoning his weapons and armor.

Wang Taiming's eyes, already filled with despair, flashed with surprise and hope the moment he saw the man in black. His heart, which had been hanging in the balance for a long time, finally settled down, as if he had found his last lifeline. Then, unable to hold on any longer, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell into a coma.

The black-robed man remained silent, only slowly extending a slender, pale hand. That hand seemed to possess an invisible magical power. The Soul-Locking Spear, which had been deeply embedded in Tengchong's body, was like being grasped by an invisible giant hand. It instantly broke free and flew steadily into the black-robed man's hand.

The moment the Soul-Locking Spear was pulled out, Tengchong's body was weakened by the long period of confinement. However, he did not dare to let his guard down, staring intently at the black-robed man with eyes filled with fear and uneasiness.

The black-robed man remained silent, simply waving his hand gently. Wang Taiming's body suddenly began to float upward, like a light leaf swaying in the wind.