Chapter 944: Chapter 944

At this moment, the long street under the moonlight twisted and distorted. Zhao Douan once again invoked the magic attached to the silver scroll "Void Illusion Realm".

This palm-sized scroll had long been used by him as a "warehouse," but its true purpose was to drag the enemy into an illusion realm.

In the rippling light, the long street suddenly became quiet, the rebel army blocking the sides vanished into thin air, and Zhao Douan bent his knees, sprang his legs, dual-wielding the Chasing Saber, body leaning forward, charging towards Zhao Shixiong.

At the narrow road meeting, he surprisingly chose to confront this Border Army General head-on!

"Oh? An assassination targeting the Divine Soul? Do you think this General, as a Martial Artist, is weak in this aspect? Nice idea, but meaningless."

Zhao Shixiong stood still, his single hand resting on the great guan sword planted on the ground, his eyes sweeping across the now strange and cold street with interest, commenting: "Just illusion, it may deceive others, but not me."

In the next second, Zhao Douan’s charging body fiercely collided with Zhao Shixiong, his figure dissipated like sand in the wind.

This was an illusion!

The real Zhao Douan had long hidden within the scroll!

Since this is an illusion realm, naturally, it can be used in more ways. Back when the Kuangfu Society’s Cold Frost Sword wielded this scroll to assassinate Zhao Douan, they couldn’t tap into the true power of the scroll.

After Zhao Douan advanced to the Worldly Realm, he spent time mastering this Magic Artifact, now wielding it with ease.

"Go ahead and strike, I’d like to see what methods you have, daring to cause trouble on my turf." Zhao Shixiong stood alone with his saber, smiling faintly.

Suddenly, a sound like tearing fabric erupted from the darkness, Zhao Shixiong raised an eyebrow, seeing a gray flying sword whisking through the air with phantom shadows, fiercely attacking!

Almost in sync, from all directions, flying swords cut through the air at high speed, emitting a low whistle.

The second black flying sword came from behind.

The third white flying sword came from the left.

The fourth yellow flying sword came from the right...

Gray, black, white, yellow, green, red, purple...

A total of seven flying swords, emerging from different directions, converging towards Zhao Shixiong; from a bird’s-eye view, like a lotus closing, each sword representing a petal, with Zhao Shixiong as the central lotus seed.

This was after Zhao Douan went to Marine Road at the beginning of the year to capture Zhuang Xiaocheng, killing Purple Rob Taoist Lu Zhengchun and obtaining seven flying swords from the Zixiao Temple’s arch.

Because Zhao Douan is not a magician, he had never used them. Also, almost no one would expect Zhao Douan, this Martial Artist, to master Daoist flying swords. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Therefore, this was a method he hid, never demonstrated before outsiders.

"Flying swords?" Zhao Shixiong showed a surprised expression; his heavy saber finally moved, without seeming to swing it, the oversized blade of the guan saber slashed obliquely.

The gray flying sword was knocked away, lodging into a wall far in the distance.

Normally, there shouldn’t have been enough time to block, yet the guan saber girded Zhao Shixiong’s waist like a windmill in an instant, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast.

"Clang clang clang..."

The seven flying swords were almost simultaneously deflected, shooting out and demolishing nearby houses.

"No, not the orthodox Daoist Sword Control Technique, much slower, also far more cumbersome, awkward. Moreover, simultaneously commanding seven Zixiao Temple flying swords, even Lu Zhengchun couldn’t do it, how can you?" Zhao Shixiong’s eyes were calm, casually revealing the origins with a sneer, addressing the dark sky, "Is this all you’ve got?"

On a distant small building, Zhao Douan stood on the ridgeline, wholly obscured and hidden by the illusion realm.

Behind him in mid-air, Pei Niannu floated wearing a big red wedding dress, her face covered with a dark golden face armor, holding a balance rod, embroidered shoes dangling in the air, extending illusory red threads from her body.

Each thread’s end was tied to a flying sword.

Zhao Douan was borrowing Pei Niannu’s ability to barely manage control, but as Zhao Shixiong said, this control was extremely "rudimentary," far from a true magician’s level.

Yet Zhao Douan didn’t rely on this alone; the seven flying swords were just a probe, his Chasing Saber in his hands now trembled after each charging, its blade infused with surging Qi Mechanism.

"Senior, assist me." Zhao Douan murmured softly, the figure of Pei Niannu gradually submerged into his body.

The two merged into one, his hair scattering, attire changed to blood-stained crimson, one eye clear, the other turning pure silver. His demeanor became cold and unfamiliar.

Zhao Douan didn’t plan to fight Zhao Shixiong to the death, but he needed to gauge the General’s real strength.

So he went through great pains just to land the strongest strike.

And whether the opponent was overconfident, or supremely assured, they indeed provided him an opportunity to accumulate power.

Thus, to avoid squandering his energy, he didn’t use the Sealing Demon Spell, Heart Flame, or other means that wouldn’t cause substantial harm.

"Only one chance... Pei Niannu and I will strike simultaneously, a blow with twice the middle-grade Worldly level, once unleashed, my Qi Sea will be nearly emptied, unable to continue battling. Even without Zhao Shixiong, those rebels outside could hold me down."

Zhao Douan remained calm to his core, his right hand lifted the dazzling ancient Chasing Saber.

Left hand raised the Mystic Turtle Seal, rotating in his palm.

Inside his attire, the red flame of the Red Flame Saint Armor flickered with crimson — the Qi Mechanism within him, under Pei Niannu’s control, re-injected into the armor, activating this Zoroastrianism Holy Relic.