"Heh heh heh..."
After speaking, the Dragon Emperor let out another laugh, and then the phantom dissipated.
More difficult?
A cold light flashed in Bai Zihe's eyes, and he immediately stepped into the Path of Life and Death. At the same time, he secretly muttered in his heart, "High risk, high reward..."
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Bai Zihe stepped in, a person appeared before his eyes.
This person had their back to Bai Zihe. Their figure looked somewhat familiar, but Bai Zihe couldn't recall where he had seen this person before.
"Bai Zihe."
The next moment, the person turned around.
Bai Zihe looked closely, and the person's face was covered by a mask.
He couldn't recognize who it was.
Just as Bai Zihe was about to ask for an explanation, the masked man suddenly disappeared from Bai Zihe's sight.
At the same time.
A chilling killing intent converged around Bai Zihe.
He's here!
"Swish!"
Without hesitation, Bai Zihe picked up a treasure sword he had obtained earlier from the Scattered Treasures Rock and thrust it towards the front right.
That was where the killing intent was strongest!
"Clang!"
"Ding!"
"Clang!"
Instantly, crisp clashing sounds echoed through the corridor.
Sword Qi crisscrossed and rampaged.
This person's swordsmanship was extremely superb.
But Bai Zihe's swordsmanship was not bad either.
Back then, on Nine Dragons Mountain, with his master and several martial aunts, Bai Zihe was proficient in all eighteen martial arts, mastering everything from mountains, medicine, fate, physiognomy, to divination!
The two exchanged blows, fighting to a draw.
It went on for fifty to sixty rounds.
Suddenly, a strange gleam flashed in the masked man's exposed pupils.
Then...
He suddenly withdrew his moves from the fierce exchange.
"Bai Zihe, have you really forgotten me?"
No move, no break.
After saying this, the masked man suddenly opened his arms and just looked at Bai Zihe.
"Pfft..."
Bai Zihe, still maintaining his previous offensive, actually pierced through the masked man's chest.
Scarlet blood flowed down the sword.
"Drip."
"Drip."
"Drip."
It dripped onto the ground, quickly forming a large pool.
"You..."
Bai Zihe asked in confusion, "Why?"
"Good disciple..."
"Your sword is so cruel, your heart so cruel..."
The masked man suddenly removed his mask, revealing a face that shocked Bai Zihe immensely.
This person was none other than his master!
The master who had saved his life and taught him his skills back then!
At this moment.
His face was filled with disappointment. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he said weakly, "I sparred with you for so many moves, and you didn't recognize me?"
His words were filled with regret.
Bai Zihe was instantly struck by lightning.
That's right.
The familiar figure, the familiar eyes, the familiar sword moves.
He should have recognized him long ago.
This was his master!
But...
He never expected their reunion after a long separation to be like this.
A reunion, yet an eternal farewell!
And...
His master died by his sword.
"No!"
"Why?"
"This is, why!"
Bai Zihe's eyes split, and his mind was shaken.
He clutched his head, fell to the ground in pain, and shook his head continuously.
Master, he actually killed his own master...
"Good, good disciple..."
"Quick, come, come, accompany your master..."
After saying this.
He suddenly passed away.
But he clearly died with his eyes wide open.
His eyes bulged out, staring intently at Bai Zihe.
As if questioning.
As if scolding.
"Boom—"
A clap of thunder exploded in Bai Zihe's mind.
The past, like a movie, flashed by rapidly, replaying over and over.
From when his master saved him from the sea.
To when Bai Zihe prostrated himself on Nine Dragons Mountain.
To the early mornings and late nights when his master tested Bai Zihe's martial arts.
To...
Each scene, each past moment.
Bai Zihe's heart ached as if cut by a knife. He had actually killed his master with his own hands...
"Swish!"
The next moment, Bai Zihe, holding the sword in his hand, moved to slash his own throat.
"No!"
At this moment, Bai Zihe suddenly woke up.
This was very wrong!
His master, who was unfathomable and possessed immense cultivation that reached the heavens, would not die even if he was pierced through the heart with a sword!
This is an illusion!
This is an illusion array!
Bai Zihe realized, but suddenly couldn't control his hands.
He tightly gripped the hilt of the sword and moved it towards his neck.
An inch.
An inch.
Another inch.
The cold blade cut through his skin.
Bai Zihe's soul was terrified, and he desperately tried to regain control of his hands.
His neck...
This was no place for a joke.
Even with his immense power, if his head were severed, he would only have one way to die.
Even if a bodhisattva descended.
Even if Jesus were resurrected.
There would be no salvation; he would not be able to live.
"Buzz!"
His immense willpower caused Bai Zihe's bloodline to stir.
An ancient, desolate aura emanated from his body.
It was the blood of hell!
Activated voluntarily by his great perseverance!
"Swish!"
The next moment, Bai Zihe's divine sense was impacted. His thoughts were completely suppressed by the blood of hell, and his body became a slave to the blood of hell.
"Whoosh..."
Bai Zihe, holding his long sword, flashed and advanced deeper into the Path of Life and Death.
"Swoosh..."
The second opponent came forward.
This time, it was Bai Zihe's second martial sister, Ji Xueyun.
But at this moment.
Bai Zihe was already dominated by the blood of hell. How could he care about anything else? He didn't listen to what she was saying at all and directly unleashed a sword energy.
A...
Sword energy based on the power of the blood of hell.
It was devastating and unstoppable.
It instantly shattered Ji Xueyun's illusion into pieces, causing it to vanish.
He advanced all the way.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
Various opponents, strange and unconventional tactics, illusions used to the extreme...
But none could stop Bai Zihe.
Controlled by the blood of hell, Bai Zihe was a human-shaped killing machine.
In his mind, there was only one thought.
Kill, kill, kill!
"Swish..."
Not long after.
Bai Zihe carved a bloody path through the Path of Life and Death, clearing it completely and arriving at the waiting area for the next stage.
"Young Master!"
The experts from Bai Zihe's side saw him and rejoiced.
"Bai Zihe!"
The experts from the False Emperor's side, however, became serious and vigilant.
"Swish..."
The next moment, Bai Zihe raised his sword and charged at the closest expert, who was a subordinate of the False Emperor.
"You!"
The expert was shocked and enraged, and asked sternly, "Bai Zihe, are you going to commit slaughter?"
"Pfft..."
Bai Zihe's answer was a sword strike that showed no mercy.
The head spun and flew off, then spun again and landed on the ground.
In total, less than a second.
"Bai Zihe, you!"
The remaining experts from the False Emperor's side were furious, but they did not dare to rush forward and fight Bai Zihe to the death.
Zhuge Sheng, who had entered this place earlier, sensed the abnormality and cautiously called out, "Bai Zihe, what's wrong with you?"
"Swish!"
Bai Zihe turned his head and charged.
Fortunately, Zhuge Sheng had sensed that something was wrong and had been on guard.
Seeing Bai Zihe's state, he retreated while warning everyone, "Everyone be careful, Bai Zihe might..."
"Have lost his mind."
All the experts immediately scattered, becoming vigilant.
The experts from the False Emperor's side also came to their senses, looking at Bai Zihe with uncertain expressions, but they did not dare to make any move.
Their inaction did not mean Bai Zihe would not act.
"Swish..."
Bai Zihe, holding his treasure sword, attacked whoever was closest.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft..."
"Swish swish swish—"
One sword strike after another, the sword flowers carrying the scent of death, took away numerous lives.
The people on the False Emperor's side even tried to resist together.
But Bai Zihe, now fully empowered by the blood of hell, was not someone they could withstand. All their efforts were in vain.
Countless people died on the spot.
Everyone was horrified, shocked by Bai Zihe's strength.
Bai Zihe continued to kill.
Whoever he caught, they died!
Until...
Even when Zhuge Sheng was being chased by Bai Zihe, running helter-skelter.
"Wuu, wuwu..."
A flute sound, from an unknown source, drifted into his ears.
Bai Zihe, who was in a frenzied killing state, miraculously slowed down, a look of confusion in his eyes.