Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Yang Lian’Er’s mind raced, her expression turning grim.

Because she had once encountered a Martial Artist from the East Sea who practiced the Hidden Killing Skill while traveling with Aunt Fan. Their bizarre and unpredictable methods were truly beyond an ordinary person’s comprehension.

And now, the three of them had fallen into the assassins’ trap. The situation was dire.

Only Wu Liangchen remained calm. He drew his blade and continued forward.

Suddenly, a rift appeared in the fog beside him. A flash of a blade, nearly invisible to the naked eye, stabbed straight toward Wu Liangchen’s left ribs.

The entire process was silent, strange, and vicious.

But this was the moment Wu Liangchen had been waiting for. Almost at the instant the blade flash appeared, the pebbles in his hand had already flown out.

Eight pebbles were enough to block off all of the opponent’s escape routes.

At the same time, Wu Liangchen’s flexible blade, though striking second, arrived first. It not only blocked the attack in an instant but also followed the momentum upward, coiling fiercely around the enemy’s weapon.

CLANG! With a crisp sound, the source of the flash fell to the ground. It was a dagger, almost completely transparent.

A muffled grunt came from within the fog, then silence.

The entire exchange sounds complex, but it took less than a second.

Yang Lian’Er’s spirits soared. Wu Liangchen’s last strike had clearly injured their opponent—a major victory.

"Let’s go!"

The three of them quickened their pace through the fog. Just as they were about to break free from the thick mist, countless silver glints, as fine as hairs, shot toward them from all directions.

Wu Liangchen snorted. With a flick of his wrist, his flexible blade transformed into a whirlwind of silver arcs, shielding him and the two women.

DING! DING! DING! Amidst a dense flurry of impacts, all the fine silver glints were deflected.

But just then, the ground sank slightly, and a flash of a blade shot up, aiming for the sole of Wu Liangchen’s foot.

Underground, in the damp darkness, Wangyue Xiner wore a look of relish. He could already picture Wu Liangchen screaming in agony as his dagger pierced the arch of his foot.

Admittedly, this Wu Liangchen was a tough opponent. Not only was he unaffected by the fog, but he had even managed to counterattack and successfully injure Wangyue Xinyi.

But it was all over. No one could defend against the Splashing Wind Silver Needle and still dodge his attack.

Wangyue Xiner trembled slightly with excitement. He could even feel the resistance as the tip of his dagger pierced the sole of the shoe.

But at that exact moment, Wu Liangchen stomped his foot down hard.

The immense force caused Wangyue Xiner’s hiding spot to collapse. Not only that, but to his horror, he discovered that the dagger in his hand had been snapped in two by the sheer force of the stomp.

’How is this possible?’

’Besides his skill with blades and fists, could he also know a body-hardening Cultivation Technique?’

Wangyue Xiner’s heart filled with towering rage. He viciously cursed Mo Daoyuan.

’How could he leave out such crucial information? He totally set me up!’

But it was too late for regrets. Fortunately, Wangyue Xiner had painstakingly practiced this art of moving through the earth since childhood. This training had even stunted his growth, leaving him permanently in a child-like state.

And this state was the most suitable for traversing underground. So, despite his hiding spot collapsing, he vanished into the earth like a darting fish and quickly disappeared.

At the same time, Wu Liangchen kicked off the shoe with the shattered sole. A brass-colored sheen flickered on the arch of his foot.

After these few exchanges, Wu Liangchen realized the two assassins’ strength was actually just average. They relied on a path of strange, stealthy assassination techniques.

The daggers they used had also been specially modified to minimize their presence, which meant they weren’t particularly divine or sharp weapons.

That was why Wu Liangchen dared to stomp down with his foot directly.

And the Golden Body Cross Training Skill was indeed formidable enough to shatter the dagger.

The only regret was that he hadn’t managed to kill the man with the impact and had let him escape again.

But Wu Liangchen didn’t feel discouraged. On the contrary, he felt more assured.

Admittedly, the duo’s attack methods were bizarre and unpredictable. An ordinary Martial Artist would surely suffer a great loss if they encountered them.

Ni Jingtian, for example.

But this time, they had run into Wu Liangchen, whose perception and reflexes were far beyond those of an ordinary person, leaving him with almost no weaknesses.

In this situation, the effectiveness of their techniques was rather limited.

The fog began to thin, and the faint outlines of a road and houses appeared ahead.

Yang Lian’Er’s anxious heart finally settled. She smiled and said, "It seems their Hidden Killing Skill isn’t all that great."

Wu Liangchen, however, did not let down his guard. He knew that failure was most likely to occur at the very moment one was closest to victory.

And just as he expected.

The moment the fog before them dissipated, a bewitchingly brilliant flash of a blade descended from the sky, as dazzling as the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Not only that, but at the same instant, several glints of blades erupted from the ground, launching an almost indiscriminate attack on Wu Liangchen’s lower body.

This was the ultimate killing technique the two Wangyue brothers had developed.

The Heaven and Earth Kill!

Yang Lian’Er cried out in alarm and raised her blade to help, but at that moment, a firework exploded before her eyes.

A firework made entirely of blade light!

Yang Lian’Er felt a sharp, stabbing pain between her eyebrows and couldn’t help but take a few steps back. But even then, she subconsciously pulled Wu Mengchan behind her for protection.

At the same time, it suddenly began to rain blood from the sky.

Then, a body fell to the ground with a THUD, followed closely by its head.

"Xinyi!" Forced out from underground, Wangyue Xiner’s eyes nearly split from their sockets as he watched the scene unfold, and he let out a choked cry.

Wu Liangchen, however, stood with a majestic aura.

His upper garment had been shredded by the blade winds, revealing the chiseled physique beneath.

On the surface of those muscles, which looked as if they were carved from marble, tiny points of brass-colored light flickered.

Upon seeing this, Wangyue Xiner looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

"The Golden Body Cross Training Skill... Are you from the Vajra Demon-Subduing Institute?"

Wu Liangchen’s mind stirred. He noticed that Wangyue Xiner’s face was filled with dread as he spoke, so he nodded.

"What if I am?"

Wangyue Xiner took a deep breath, then forced a smile that was uglier than a grimace of tears.

"So you are a High Master from the Vajra Institute! It is we who have been offensive!"

"My brother has now paid with his life. I hope the High Master will quell his anger and spare me this one time."

As he spoke, he gave a deep bow, his entire body trembling slightly.

It was only then that Wu Liangchen realized how high the status of the Vajra Demon-Subduing Institute was in the East Sea Nation.

Even just borrowing its name was enough to frighten this assassin into begging for his life.

But Wu Liangchen had no intention of letting him go.

"Want me to spare you? First, see if my blade agrees!"

As his words fell, his blade flashed again, sweeping toward Wangyue Xiner like an omnipresent spring breeze.

At this point, Wangyue Xiner had completely given up resisting, not just because of Wu Liangchen’s strength, but also because of his perceived identity.

Offending the Vajra Demon-Subduing Institute in the East Sea Nation was tantamount to a death sentence.

So, in his final moments, all he could do was roar, "Yu Xiang Inn!"

PFFT!

A spray of fresh blood cut off his shout and dyed the moonlight red.