Chapter 487
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Chapter 487: Fight Fire With Fire!
“This is so vile and shameless! No matter who did it, I will definitely crush them into a million pieces!”
On the beautiful face of Pu Qingqing, her bright eyes were furiously red, her gaze bloodshot with overwhelming anger.
“Senior Pu Hao and Senior Pu Qingqing are angry now. It’s better not to get too close.”
Disciples of the Divine Sword School around them dared not approach, fearing that Senior Pu Hao and Senior Pu Qingqing would vent their anger on them.
…
At this moment, Su Yi and Situ Muyang, the masterminds behind the attacks, began searching for their next target once again.
Although many direct disciples had received the news, there were always some who were left behind. As long as their numbers were not too great, Su Yi and Situ Muyang could still take action.
Some direct disciples who had not yet received the news suddenly blacked out and collapsed after being struck.
Although the cultivation strength of the direct disciples was formidable, those who could enter the rankings of the Sword Tower had at least reached the peak of the Third Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm.
Other direct disciples ranged between the First and Third Grades of the Yuan Spirit Realm.
These cultivation strengths would have been extremely powerful to Su Yi in the past. But now, with the cultivation strengths of Su Yi and Situ Muyang, these average direct disciples stood no chance. If caught off guard, they could not escape.
Even though many direct disciples were now cautious, small teams with fewer members still fell victim to the black bricks and were looted.
After another day and night in hiding, Su Yi and Situ Muyang counted the space bags. There were far more than yesterday, with over three hundred piled up before them.
“Today, we have twice as many as yesterday. It’s a great result! But unfortunately, there were no opponents with particularly strong abilities.”
Situ Muyang was thrilled, yet slightly regretful. Through experience, he had realized that only the strongest direct disciples had a chance of possessing the Sword-patterned Stones.
Many small teams consisted entirely of direct disciples, but the Sword-patterned Stones were mostly held by those with the greatest abilities. The others might not have any at all.
“There are quite a few more than yesterday.”
All of these space bags belonged to direct disciples. Su Yi would not be picky about which ones he took.
After all, his goal was not just the Sword-patterned Stones.
The two of them continued to rest and recover their strength, preparing for their next move.
Meanwhile, inside the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, chaos had erupted.
“So bold, so shameless, and so reckless! How could anyone be so unscrupulous?!”
“Many people have fallen victim to these thieves and have been robbed!”
“It’s said that it’s definitely not just one person. They must have a team working together, and each of them is incredibly powerful!”
…
Direct disciples began gathering in tight-knit groups, preparing themselves in case they encountered the attackers wielding bricks. They were ready for anything!
“Whoever is responsible will definitely not be let off!”
“I must kill that bastard!”
…
Those direct disciples who had been attacked woke up furious, but without a single clue as to who had ambushed them. This helpless rage only fueled their fury further.
Many direct disciples who had been targeted joined forces and started searching for the culprits.
In the early morning, Su Yi and Situ Muyang set off once again, full of youthful vigor.
Despite the heightened awareness among the direct disciples and the many inner and outer disciples keeping a watchful eye, Su Yi and Situ Muyang were both proficient in wind attributes and had exceptional speed. Ordinary people stood no chance of detecting them.
“Ah…!”
Before long, more screams echoed from the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Bricks flew through the air, catching people off guard.
By now, nearly everyone had reached the deepest parts of the battlefield. The area was not very large, and many direct disciples had already suffered from these black brick attacks.
Throughout the uneasy day, screams echoed from all directions, attracting a large number of direct disciples who searched desperately—but to no avail.
As night fell, the moonlight bathed the ancient earth and mountains.
The forested valley was so tranquil it seemed as if everything had fallen into a deep slumber. Occasional roars of beasts and the swaying shadows of tree branches in the moonlight created an eerie illusion.
Towering ancient trees loomed over the land, their silhouettes stretching into the darkness. The obscured moonlight only heightened the eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
This ancient land had always been isolated from the world, filled with dangers—demon beasts, swamps, and countless other perils. Extreme caution was necessary to survive.
Under the dim moonlight, the deep forest appeared even darker and more foreboding. The ancient trees blocked most of the light, leaving only scattered beams shining through the branches, casting eerie shadows across the land.
In the dense and misty forest, twisted and towering trees stood tall. The area was eerily quiet, unnervingly still.
Beside one such ancient tree, a lone figure sat cross-legged, radiating a powerful aura as he meditated.
The figure appeared young, around twenty years old. Dressed in a green battle robe, his black hair was tied behind his head, revealing a handsome face. His half-closed eyes glowed faintly with a blue light.
“Whoosh, whoosh…”
In the distance, on the treetop of a towering tree, two young boys crouched, peering through the gaps in the leaves, observing the lone figure.
“This guy is alone and seems unguarded.”
Situ Muyang whispered, his voice barely audible in the still night. Hidden within the darkness, their black-clad figures blended seamlessly with the shadows, leaving only their keen eyes glimmering.
“Something isn’t right,” Su Yi said, his eyes flashing with sharp intuition.
“What do you mean? It’s just one person. We should follow our usual plan.”
Situ Muyang asked, puzzled.
“That guy is a direct disciple with a strong aura. He doesn’t seem weak at all. Yet, it’s odd that he appears so completely unguarded.”
A faint smile curved on Su Yi’s lips. In the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, anyone with such a significant presence would be cautious. And yet, this direct disciple seemed almost too careless.
Here, danger lurked at every turn. No one would dare let their guard down.
A direct disciple of considerable power should understand this well. If someone were acting carelessly in such a place, there could only be one explanation—it was intentional.
“So you’re saying that he’s deliberately pretending to be vulnerable? In that case…”
Situ Muyang instantly understood. His gaze flickered with realization, and he turned to Su Yi.
“Do you think this guy is trying to lure us in?”
“It’s possible.”
Su Yi smiled knowingly. “He deliberately exposed himself, which means he’s trying to attract something—most likely us.”
“Heh, but he’s all alone. Even if he’s setting a trap for us, what can he do? There are two of us!”
Situ Muyang’s eyes sparkled with excitement rather than concern. Having recently broken through to the Fourth Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm, his confidence had soared. Even if he encountered someone at the Fifth Grade, he was certain he could hold his own.
