The Sorrowmender

PAID Chapter 135

A figure descended from the sky.

A heavy sword slashed down.

"Boom!"

A sudden gust of wind arose, dust billowed, and several ravines appeared on the ground, stretching in all directions.

The ground sank several meters over hundreds of meters.

Though the two reacted quickly and dodged the sword's edge, they couldn't escape the overwhelming sword intent, which pushed them back hundreds of meters.

"Damn it—"

The two steadied themselves, warily scanning their surroundings. When they looked ahead, they saw a shadow emerging from the dust, walking steadily, stepping with the wind.

The heavy sword rested on his shoulder, exuding an extraordinary aura.

He stopped, disdainfully eyeing the two, the white band over his eyes unable to hide the sharpness beneath.

The young man stood there, the edge of his heavy sword gleaming coldly.

He did nothing, yet the two felt a growing fear in their hearts.

Simply because they couldn't fathom the young man's cultivation level.

In their understanding, the ability to conceal one's cultivation was a technique only possessed by the strong.

One must be at a higher realm than them to achieve this; it was an iron law in the Vast and Righteous World.

Thus, the young man was stronger than them.

The elder swallowed, his face pale and tense, and asked in a low voice:

"Why does the fellow Daoist attack us? We don't know how we offended you."

Before Qingzhou could answer, Xiaobai appeared silently behind the two, smiling as she said:

"Why ask so many questions? Do you want to die?"

Her clear voice, like a beautiful bird's song, carried vitality, yet it pierced their hearts, suddenly ringing in their ears, as if they were dragged into an ice cave.

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