Chapter 13965 Just how capable are you?
Chapter 13965 Just how capable are you?
Shui Wuhen remained calm and composed, as if the impending life-or-death duel was nothing more than a trivial interlude.
He slowly raised his hand, the movement seemingly gentle and soothing, like a breeze brushing across a lake, yet this palm strike contained a terrifying power capable of destroying the world.
Wherever the palm strike passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it were a lament from hell.
The old man in gray felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him. He was terrified and instantly disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he appeared a thousand feet away. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt an overwhelming force, so powerful it was suffocating, surging towards him like a tidal wave.
The power seemed capable of crushing his soul, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
The old man in gray's face changed drastically in an instant, turning as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of all color.
He quickly formed hand seals, his fingers tracing mysterious paths in the air like nimble dancers.
He muttered incantations, the sounds of his hand gestures low and rapid, as if summoning some mysterious power.
As he moved, the surrounding space began to expand wildly, as if an invisible giant was forcefully pushing open this world, forming a huge protective barrier.
The barrier emitted a cold, eerie light, as if it could withstand any attack in the world.
Then, the old man in gray shouted, his voice echoing through the heavens and earth like thunder.
He unleashed a powerful punch, a punch that seemed to concentrate all his strength, creating a strange vortex in the space beneath it.
The vortex was like a giant black hole, devouring everything around it. Its powerful force swept towards Shui Wuhen, distorting space beyond recognition wherever it went.
Shui Wuhen snorted coldly, his voice as chilling as an icy wind, sending shivers down one's spine.
He flashed forward, instantly closing in on the gray-robed old man. His speed was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky.
Just as he approached, a loud "boom" resounded, and the space in front of the gray-robed old man exploded, like a burst of fireworks, yet filled with an aura of destruction.
The powerful aftershocks rippled outwards like a tsunami, causing space to undulate and distort wherever they went, like a crumpled painting.
The gray-robed old man was thrown back by this force, his body flying backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.
His body could no longer withstand such a powerful impact, and it shattered instantly, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood that rained down like raindrops.
Just then, the two middle-aged men behind the boy, who were wielding knives, suddenly drew their weapons.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed countless times.
The moment the sword was drawn, its cry resounded through the sky, like a war song from ancient times.
Two dazzling blades of light, like two giant silver dragons, bared their fangs and claws, carrying endless killing intent, and slashed straight at Shui Wuhen!
Both of them were peak experts in the Cangyue Realm, and their strength surpassed that of the gray-robed elder.
Their blades contain the sword principles cultivated over many years. Each principle is like an invisible thread, wrapped around the blade's light, making them incredibly powerful.
Shui Wuhen remained calm, as if the two world-destroying sword lights before him were nothing more than two falling leaves.
He pointed his finger, a mysterious light shimmering at the tip, and uttered a soft command: "Disperse!"
The voice was like a divine decree from the heavens, filled with irresistible majesty.
The two sharp blades shattered inch by inch, turning into starlight in the air and disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed.
The two peak Cangyue Realm experts, who had previously displayed some arrogance and confidence, instantly turned gloomy, like a sky filled with dark clouds before a storm.
Their eyes were filled with shock and resentment. The shock was like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that were difficult to quell; the resentment was like a burning flame, burning fiercely in their hearts.
They never expected that Shui Wuhen, who seemed so ordinary, would be so powerful, easily neutralizing their fatal attack that contained years of sword techniques.
Just as Shui Wuhen was about to strike again and deliver an even heavier blow to the two, he suddenly frowned, a strange look flashing across his face.
His body began to become ethereal, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, its faint light threatening to go out at any moment.
The once clearly visible outline gradually blurred, as if shrouded in a thin veil, giving it an unreal feel.
He then suddenly realized that he was merely a clone.
This clone's power is limited and cannot be overused.
Once its power is exhausted, this wisp of a clone will vanish like a dream, never to exist in this world again.
Upon seeing this, the faces of the people from the Great Town Dynasty also turned extremely ugly, like wilted eggplants.
Their eyes were filled with worry and fear, as if they saw the end of the world approaching.
If Shui Wuhen were to disappear, with their current strength, who could withstand the ferocious powerhouses of the Demon Sea?
The entire Great Town Dynasty, and even the Water Tribe, will likely face annihilation and fall into an abyss of no return.
Shui Wuhen looked down at the boy below, his gaze sharp as if it could pierce through the boy's soul.
His gaze held scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
The boy's expression was cold and stern, like an iceberg, showing no fear. His eyes met Shui Wuhen's with unwavering determination, as if he were declaring his fearlessness to Shui Wuhen.
"You want to take my life?" the boy spoke first, his voice icy cold, like a chilling wind in a cold night, sending shivers down one's spine.
Shui Wuhen shook his head with a faint smile, his body radiating Daoist energy, as if countless mysterious runes were flashing around him.
His smile carried a hint of nonchalance and confidence, as if everything was under his control.
“I didn’t mean that,” he said softly, his voice gentle yet full of strength.
The boy frowned slightly, his tone as cold as ice: "The reason?"
He stared intently at Shui Wuhen, trying to find the answer in his expression.
Shui Wuhen burst into loud laughter, a laugh like rolling spring thunder, shaking the surrounding air and causing it to tremble slightly.
His laughter was full of boldness and unbridled spirit: "Because I can't kill you! However, I'd like to see just how capable you are! Let's see what secrets and potential you, young man, are hiding."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shui Wuhen shot down towards the boy like an arrow released from a bow.
His speed was so fast that he left afterimages in the void, as if countless Shui Wuhens were rushing towards the boy at the same time.
The afterimages flickered and blurred, making it impossible to distinguish which one was his true form.
Not far away, the two powerful men with knives behind the boy suddenly changed their expressions, as if they had seen a ghost.
They were shocked and were about to stop him when the boy raised his hand to signal them to stop.
