Abyss Walker

Chapter 328 Heng Slays You

Chapter 328 Heng Slays You

Yun Muhan's eyes revealed an unprecedented seriousness. He could feel that his opponent's aura had become even stronger, a power that could almost tear the air apart.

He knew that the battle had reached a critical moment, and any negligence could lead to defeat. He gripped the Dugu Sword tightly, the sword energy on its blade condensing as if it were a tangible substance. Each swing of the sword carried a sound of air being torn apart, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.

Their duel was like thunder in a storm; each clash of their swords unleashed a dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky. Their battle was not merely a contest of strength, but also a battle of wills.

Each clash was like two storms colliding violently, stirring the surrounding air like boiling water and creating visible shockwaves.

These shockwaves, like ocean waves in a raging storm, spread outwards in waves. Trees were uprooted, rocks were shattered, and the entire battlefield became a scene of apocalypse.

Yun Muhan and Kuangmo moved with unparalleled speed and power, their figures crisscrossing the battlefield at a dazzling speed.

As the battle continued, Yun Muhan's swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each strike containing a deep sword intent, as if to completely suppress his opponent's offensive.

His opponent was equally determined, launching counterattacks with a fierce barrage, attempting to break through Yun Muhan's defenses.

Both were interpreting the ultimate in martial arts in their own way. Everything around them was affected by this battle, as if the whole world was trembling for their duel.

Seeing this, the skull knew his chance had come. He quietly crept towards the 'madman' lying on the ground, seemingly wanting to do something.

Dugu Jianling noticed the skull's movements, a warning glint in his eyes, but he didn't immediately make a move. He knew that Yun Muhan needed this battle to improve his strength.

Yun Muhan's eyes flashed with a resolute light. His sword was swung continuously like a storm, each flash of light accompanied by a whistling sound, as if to tear apart his opponent's defenses.

His swordsmanship was honed to perfection on the brink of life and death, each strike precise and aimed directly at his opponent's weakness.

The figure wielded a scythe like a messenger of death, each swing carrying the ruthless intent to reap lives. The scythe's sharp edge sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle, each attack brimming with savagery and power, attempting to devour Yun Muhan's life.

The two had been fighting for a long time, and each clash was a test of their will and skills to the limit.

Sweat dripped from Yun Muhan's forehead, but his eyes remained firm, and his swordsmanship became even sharper in the life-or-death struggle.

Finally, in a lightning-fast exchange, Yun Muhan, relying on his extraordinary swordsmanship and precise prediction of his enemy's moves, found that fleeting opening. His sword tip, like a nimble snake, pierced through the opponent's ferocious scythe, aiming straight for his vital point.

With a "whoosh," the sword tip pierced through the figure's armor and struck its fatal weakness.

The figure's attack came to an abrupt halt, and a shrill scream shattered the silence of the battlefield. His body was sent flying backward by the enormous impact, crashing heavily onto the hard ground like a kite with a broken string, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yun Muhan stood still, his sword tip dripping with the enemy's blood. His breathing was slightly rapid, but the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

Do you know someone named Xuan Erlang?

The true madman collapsed to the ground, spitting blood: "Xuan Erlang? What do you want with him?"

"You know him? Tell me, and I might consider letting you go."

The real madman just snorted coldly, "A loss is a loss. You can keep my head. I would never betray my brothers."

“What a brother! If you didn’t care about your reputation, why would you choose to fight me just to kill this fake Madman? As for Xuan Erlang, I remember him very clearly. He is a man who made his name by stealing.”

"So what? Someone like you will never amount to anything. You should leave this Land of Revelation as soon as possible!" The Mad Demon's voice was clearly filled with sarcasm, yet also carried a faint trace of bitterness.

Yun Muhan: Is he... trying to persuade me?

"Why?"

Madman: "The waters of the Western Divine Realm run deep. Once you jump into these murky waters, you won't be able to distinguish truth from falsehood, or even yourself. Don't try to step into this pit."

Yun Muhan: This statement is indeed irrefutable. The waters of the Western Divine Region are truly deep. The Western Divine Region is famous not only for its Gu practice, but also for its talisman practice and pill refining. The level of madness and demand is on a completely different level from the outside world.

After all, there is also the will to duel, known for its mystery, terror, and cruelty. The will to refine poisons, the will to refine pills, and the will to draw talismans are all—the prayers of the gods.

"What if I insist on stepping in?"

Madman: "Iron Dwelling, the Great Tong Gang, the Thirteen Protectors, and even the Four Great Families will keep grinding you down until you want to escape, but then it will be too late."

"So that's how it is. What if I had a talent for alchemy? What if I also had a talent for refining poisonous insects? What if I also achieved success in talisman crafting?"

Dugu Jianling: "Don't brag, I've never seen you practice talismans."

Madman: "..."

"Brother! You can't stop me. I must step into the Western Divine Realm." Yun Muhan sheathed his Dugu Sword and reached out to Kuangmo. Kuangmo was stunned for a moment before grabbing Yun Muhan's outstretched hand.

Yun Muhan: No wonder Youguang City is so dilapidated, and even afraid of small external provocations. It turns out that the Western Divine Region, which seems to be dominated by one city, is actually dominated by four major families and three major forces, while Youguang City and other cities are secondary.

Madman: "My younger brother's real name is Heng Zhanyou. He doesn't even know how to address his good older brother yet!"

Dugu Jianling: "WC!"

Skull: "A face change in an instant?"

"Just call me Xingxie."

"Come on, even your good brother is lying to his younger brother?" Heng Zhanyou's scythe swept past Yun Muhan, and the fake madman's head fell to the ground as he tried to escape, while the skull was also taken away by the scythe.

"Alright, just call me Xingyue."

Heng Zhanyou: "Good brother, you've lied to me twice already."

"Um... okay, just call me Baiyun."

Heng Zhanyou looked dejected: "Third time!"

Yun Muhan: How did he know? I clearly didn't expose myself!

"Alright! Alright! I didn't mean to deceive you. Just call me Yun Muhan."

Heng Zhanyou: "Alright, Brother Han, what brings you here to see Brother Qiu?"

"I want to see if he can steal my ring. Who is Brother Qiu?"

"Ah? So Brother Han doesn't know Brother Qiu! Brother Qiu is Xuan Erlang, whom Brother Han has been looking for all along!"

"What is the connection between Xuan Erlang and the Brother Qiu you mentioned?"

Heng Zhanyou sighed softly and explained, "Brother Qiu's original name was Xuan Elang, but he later changed it to Sima Eqiu. Everyone calls him Brother Qiu, or Brother Qiu, or Three-Handed, and he is also known as the Saint of Thieves."