In that split second, the white-robed man had no choice but to forcibly twist his wrist.
The blade brushed past Long Xuanye’s ribs and brought out a string of blood.
The backlash from reversing his spiritual power made his chest tighten.
It felt extremely uncomfortable.
After forcing the white-robed man back with one strike, Long Xuanye did not stop.
His body turned, and he pounced again like a maggot clinging to bone.
Anger rose in the white-robed assassin’s heart.
Playing extreme pressure against an assassin like me?
His figure flickered like a ghost and met him again.
This time, the blade light was faster.
The angle was even more vicious.
But the result was exactly the same.
Long Xuanye still did not dodge.
He used his own chest to meet the opponent’s blade.
The white-robed assassin could only forcefully withdraw his move a second time.
“Pfft—”
This time, he failed to fully suppress the reverse surge of spiritual power.
Sweetness rose in his throat, and his aura instantly became unstable.
His injury was worse.
“Long Xuanye!”
Sheng Cai’er’s shrill scream rang out.
She staggered over and shielded the injured Long Xuanye behind her.
Her tear-filled eyes glared at the white-robed assassin.
They were filled with deep hatred.
Looking at this scene, the white-robed assassin felt strangely helpless.
He had secretly taken care of this girl for so long.
In her heart, was he really less important than a boy she had only met twice?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, that blood-covered boy actually swayed and stood up again.
His eyes were red.
He took an attacking stance.
The white-robed assassin finally realized something.
Unless he killed this boy here today, it would be impossible to take Sheng Cai’er away.
And this boy’s secret skill was too strange.
With a third-rank body, he could actually barely keep up with the speed of an eighth-rank expert.
Although he could not pose a fatal threat, this life-for-life fighting style was truly troublesome.
But…
Was it useful?
The white-robed assassin slowly raised his hand.
“That’s enough.”
Buzz—
An invisible energy field suddenly spread out with him as the center!
Within the field, the air became thick as mercury.
Gravity seemed to increase tenfold.
Long Xuanye, who was about to charge again, suddenly froze.
It was as if an invisible hand had pressed him down.
Even moving a finger became extremely difficult.
This was the suppression of rank.
Before absolute power, all technique and fearless resolve seemed pale.
He stepped toward Sheng Cai’er.
Sheng Cai’er retreated in fear, but the force field locked her in place.
The assassin stopped before her.
His voice carried no emotion.
“Hate me.”
“For humanity’s future, one day… you may kill me if you wish.”
The white-robed assassin’s words crashed into Sheng Cai’er’s heart like a boulder.
Hate him?
No.
She only hated herself.
She hated that she was too weak.
She hated that she could do nothing.
She could only watch helplessly as Long Xuanye bled for her and fought with his life for her.
At this moment, despair became fuel.
The tears in the girl’s eyes evaporated instantly.
Her originally clear eyes were completely swallowed by a deathly gray-white.
That was not confusion.
It was…
Destruction.
Buzz—
The dagger in her hand let out a clear sword cry.
Brilliant white light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire cave like daytime.
It was no longer an ordinary dagger.
It had transformed into a beautiful longsword, completely holy and wrapped in mysterious runes.
The Samsara Holy Sword!
Sheng Cai’er held the sword with both hands.
Using all the strength in her body, she slashed down fiercely at the invisible barrier before her.
Screech—
A piercing tearing sound rang out.
The heavy field laid down by the white-robed assassin was forcibly split open by this sword.
Almost at the same instant—
Long Xuanye, who had been firmly suppressed, burst with astonishing light in his eyes.
Now!
A thought exploded deep in his soul.
Chaos Genesis!
The Spiritual Stove spun wildly as if it were burning.
A strange energy awakened inside Long Xuanye’s body.
Starting from his heart, countless dark-gold and milky-white mysterious patterns spread out madly.
Sacred and ominous.
Creation and destruction.
Two completely opposite auras fused perfectly on his body.
A ten-meter-wide vortex domain, woven from light and darkness, suddenly opened with Long Xuanye at the center.
The white-robed assassin’s pupils shrank for the third time.
Without thinking, he flicked his finger.
A shadow ball, condensed almost into substance, shot straight toward Long Xuanye.
Midair, it transformed into a net of shadows.
However, the attack, strong enough to instantly kill any third-rank cultivator, visibly slowed for an instant the moment it entered Long Xuanye’s surrounding domain.
Only an instant.
But that instant was the difference between life and death.
The shadow net brushed past Long Xuanye’s cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
But he was still standing.
Long Xuanye’s Chaos Genesis had passed through its weakest activation moment.
The twisted vortex appeared.
Crack—
A shattering sound rang out.
The eighth-rank field laid down by the white-robed assassin cracked open.
The light of the Samsara Holy Sword in Cai’er’s hand dimmed.
In the next moment, the shadow net that had missed was slowly swallowed by the vortex around Long Xuanye.
It turned into black blades that swam through the air like fish.
This was the effect of Chaos Genesis.
Assimilate.
Absorb.
Transform.
Explode.
“Pfft!”
Long Xuanye spat out another mouthful of blood.
His body swayed, almost collapsing.
But the fighting spirit in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
He could fight with his life again.
The blades formed from the white-robed man’s power would have destructive force far beyond Long Xuanye’s normal limit.
The white-robed assassin instinctively took a step back.
He looked at the blood-covered boy who still stubbornly protected Sheng Cai’er behind him.
For the first time, the feeling of trouble surfaced in his heart.
Monster.
This kid was a complete monster.
Third rank.
Only third rank.
Yet with pure madness, he had forced him back twice.
And now, he had even joined hands with Sheng Cai’er and broken his field.
“He can even borrow my power for one explosive strike.”
“This kid… could he be the descendant of some God-Seal Knight?”
The white-robed assassin knew very well.
He could still take them down.
But the price was now completely different.
If he wanted to subdue this boy without damaging his life or potential…
It was already impossible.
Especially since Long Xuanye was forcibly controlling a technique released by an eighth-rank expert.
His meridians would definitely be torn apart.
The white-robed assassin’s gaze moved back and forth between Sheng Cai’er and Long Xuanye.
One was the Saintess of Samsara, a genius not seen in ten thousand years, carrying the hope of humanity’s future.
The other…
A boy with nothing, yet one who could neutralize his technique through talent alone.
Sheng Cai’er was important.
But this boy called Long Xuanye was just as important.
Perhaps…
Even more important.
Inside the cave, there was dead silence.
The vortex of light and darkness still slowly rotated around Long Xuanye, releasing an aura that made the heart tremble.