Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

A thick mist hung over the water in the distance. There was no response.

Yang Lian’Er positioned herself to shield Wu Mengchan, slowly drawing her personal dagger. Her expression was solemn as she whispered a question.

"Is something wrong?"

Wu Liangchen smiled. "Yes, but don’t worry. I’ve got this."

Despite his words, Yang Lian’Er’s muscles tensed up, and a light sweat broke out on her palms.

This was Yang Lian’Er’s first time facing an enemy after reaching the second realm, so besides nervousness, there was also a hint of excitement.

’I’m finally no longer a useless burden. Even if I can’t fight side-by-side with Wu Liangchen yet, I can at least protect Mengchan and myself.’

Yang Lian’Er had a clear understanding of her own strength. She knew that the greatest help she could be to Wu Liangchen was to not get in his way and to do her utmost to protect Mengchan and herself.

Just then, a light breeze blew past. The mist swirled, and two figures gradually emerged from within.

The two figures, one large and one small, slowly came into focus. It was an old man and a young child with his hair in a tall topknot.

The two walked slowly, looking like a grandfather and his grandson heading home after visiting a temple fair.

The sight left Yang Lian’Er slightly puzzled.

’Is it them?’

’Could it be a mistake?’

Wu Liangchen, however, narrowed his eyes, a grave expression appearing on his face.

Because unlike what Yang Lian’Er saw, in his eyes, this pair who looked like a grandfather and grandson were both exuding a dense killing aura.

Especially the child; the killing aura on him was so thick it was almost tangible.

As they walked, it was as if a man-eating beast was slowly awakening.

As they passed the ruins of the River God Temple, Wangyue Xiner suddenly stopped and sniffled.

"Kill him!"

The words had barely been spoken when a figure suddenly burst out from the ruins and sprinted into the distance at extreme speed.

It was Ni Jingtian.

At that moment, he was in a pathetic state. Not only were his ribs almost completely shattered, but one of his arms was utterly ruined.

This was the result of a single, casual punch from Wu Liangchen, whose attention hadn’t even been on him.

If Wu Liangchen had been even slightly serious, Ni Jingtian would have been dead long ago.

After being blasted into the River God Temple, he hadn’t fled. Instead, he had been hiding in the ruins, playing dead.

As for why? At first, it was shame. Just moments before, he had been swaggering about, even demanding Wu Liangchen hand over the two women. The next instant, he was slapped in the face—sent flying and nearly killed.

This left the always proud and arrogant man utterly mortified. So, he simply hid under the rubble, playing dead and hoping to emerge after Wu Liangchen’s group had left.

But then he sensed something was wrong, especially when Wangyue Xinyi and Xiner emerged from the mist. As a fellow Martial Artist, the overwhelming killing aura they exuded made his heart pound with fear.

Now he was even more terrified to come out. He even held his breath, faking the signs of death.

But how could such a petty trick fool Wangyue Xiner, who had elevated killing to an art form and treated it as his life’s creed?

So he gave the direct order for Xinyi to finish him off first, clearing the way for the coming battle.

At this moment, Ni Jingtian was like a terrified stray dog, desperately fleeing into the distance.

’As long as I can escape this area, I have a chance to live.’

Clinging to this belief, Ni Jingtian ignored his injuries and sprinted with all the strength he could muster.

But just as he was about to escape, a bewitching flash of a blade suddenly exploded before his eyes. Ni Jingtian’s pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

As the blade’s light passed, Ni Jingtian suddenly felt his whole body go light. Then he saw his own headless body standing frozen in place before blood erupted from the stump of his neck.

’So this is what death is like!’

As this final thought flashed through his mind, Ni Jingtian plunged into eternal darkness.

In the blink of an eye, Wangyue Xinyi returned to the head of the bridge and tossed Ni Jingtian’s head onto the ground.

Only then did Wangyue Xiner look up and give Wu Liangchen a slight smile.

"I killed your enemy for you."

Having witnessed the entire process, Wu Liangchen actually relaxed and said with a laugh,

"Then should I be thanking you?"

"No thanks needed. That guy cursed at me a moment ago, so I would’ve killed him even without you," Wangyue Xiner said with frank honesty, then looked at Yang Lian’Er behind Wu Liangchen.

"That fool Mo Daoyuan... said you relied on this woman’s primordial yin to reach your current Cultivation. Couldn’t he tell this woman is still a virgin?" Wangyue Xiner cursed.

Mo Daoyuan.

’So it was him!’

Wu Liangchen’s heart stirred. He had actually suspected it just now. After all, his only enemies in the Huangpu Guard were Mo Daoyuan and Zhang Pengcheng.

And Zhang Pengcheng had been hiding in the Black Banner Camp ever since he returned, refusing to come out. Mo Daoyuan, on the other hand, had suddenly disappeared, making him the most likely suspect.

But talking about that was useless now. Wu Liangchen slowly drew the soft blade from his waist. With a flick, it straightened in the wind.

"Are you coming one at a time, or all at once?"

Wangyue Xiner grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth that resembled fangs.

"No wonder Mo Daoyuan said you were arrogant. It’s true...!"

Before his words had even finished, a series of sharp whistling sounds cut through the air. A dozen pebbles shot toward the pair with the force of a thunderbolt.

The Wu Liangchen of today could achieve a level of power with mere pebbles that others might not reach even with strong bows and crossbows.

But before the pebbles could even get close, the two had already vanished.

What followed was an even thicker mist, one that even blotted out the moonlight.

In such an environment, Wu Liangchen’s perception was severely hindered.

But he didn’t panic. Instead, he took a step back and said softly, "You two, don’t move around. Stay right behind me. When I stop, you stop. Got it?"

"Yes!" Yang Lian’Er and Wu Mengchan nodded in unison.

Yang Lian’Er, in particular, was on high alert. She gripped Wu Mengchan’s hand tightly, following Wu Liangchen forward.

The once-familiar path now seemed completely strange due to the mist.

But Wu Liangchen didn’t care, not even slowing his pace in the slightest.

After they had walked about a hundred meters, Wu Liangchen suddenly stopped and viciously stabbed his blade downward.

The ground instantly collapsed into a deep pit, but there was no trace of blood.

"It’s the Hidden Killing Skill!" Yang Lian’Er exclaimed.

"In the East Sea Nation, there’s a group of people who practice a wicked art from childhood. Their Cultivation process is brutal and bloody—far beyond what an ordinary person could endure. But its power is immense, possessing great lethality even in the early stages."

"Because they excel at stealth and assassination, it’s called the Hidden Killing Skill."

’To think these two know this wicked art.’

’Does that mean they’re Martial Artists from the East Sea Nation?’