Chapter 530: Who?! Who’s Attacking from the Shadows?! Map Completed! Mysterious Beast Bone Fragments! Blind Box!

Previously, he thought Xiao Ce was impatient, only because Xiao Ce had not chosen the proper moment to strike. He should have waited until the black-robed monk was entangled in combat, then used his Swift Saber Art to breach the monk’s body.

The young mother cradling the infant seemed moments away from a fatal blow, her life hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, a bloodied arm dropped to the ground. The black-robed monk froze, lowering his head in disbelief at the desiccated arm before him.

He looked utterly bewildered... Blood trickled only slightly from his shoulder, his flesh grayish. It seemed the old monk’s body hardly had any blood at all, almost like a corpse.

“Patron Xiao, exquisite blade work!” the white-robed elder praised.

“Xiao Ce, well done!” Ding Rou’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed loudly.

At this moment, Xiao Ce felt dazed. The old monk’s palm strike had been overwhelmingly powerful, and he hadn’t fully recovered. Hearing the praise, he looked utterly confused.

“Did I chop off that hand?” But in the next second, he quickly realized and shouted, “It wasn’t me!”

As a young prodigy practicing with unusual techniques, Xiao Ce scorned taking credit for someone else’s work. Strictly speaking, he had been slightly overconfident moments ago; otherwise, he wouldn’t have nearly been wiped out by the old monk. At this point, his health was dangerously low, and charging in again would likely be fatal.

Yet Xiao Ce, a combat enthusiast at heart, was ready to use his Swift Saber Art once more. He refused to believe that the Swift Saber Art couldn’t breach the old monk’s physique.

Clang clang clang!

The sound was sharp and grating, like metal being struck by blades. Even with one arm severed, the old monk suppressed Xiao Ce, a Swift Saber Art practitioner, with just a single hand. He struck out with tremendous palm force, so strong it was as if he could even topple mountains,

Immediately, Xiao Ce dodged to the side, only to realize the palm force curved in midair.

Bang!

Another crushing palm slammed into Xiao Ce’s chest.

This time, Xiao Ce was completely flung backward, both his sabers clanging to the ground. Instantly, the white-robed elder’s expression turned solemn as he prepared to unleash a Buddhist incantation to subdue the demonic monk.

But the black-robed monk suddenly bolted into the crowd. He had been having a string of bad luck lately, having clashed with so-called righteous practitioners countless times. This not only drained his magical power but was an enormous strain on his body. He urgently needed fresh vital essence to replenish his strength!

Yet, before he had even taken two steps, both his legs were severed at the knees. With such injuries, even minimal blood would spill everywhere.

Bang!

The elder fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. Who would have guessed that this was a man-eating, bloodthirsty fiend?

The black-robed monk, Kongxing, initially thought it was the twin sabers youth who had somehow used some mystical device or technique to strike him.

But moments ago, he had severely injured the twin sabers youth with a great hand seal. Even if the youth survived, he would be badly wounded, utterly incapable of fighting again!

He was completely baffled; who had just attacked him?

“Who is it? Who dares strike from the shadows?!” the black-robed monk shouted furiously.

He was filled with grief and rage. Although he had been extremely unlucky recently, today’s misfortune had reached a life-threatening level!

Yet no one around responded. The ordinary townsfolk had scattered far away, and the inn’s guests did the same.

At this time, the black-robed monk nearly exploded with anger, flames of fury burning from his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw two people standing in front of the inn. One was a mature, stunningly beautiful woman, enough to stir feelings even in someone of his age. The other was a young man with delicate, handsome features.

Watching them, flames seemed to shoot from his eyes. The ordinary people had fled far away, yet these two dared to linger, so they were probably the ones responsible!

The old monk, ruthless and decisive by nature, immediately unleashed his primordial spirit, and a six-eyed Vajra appeared over him; he had abandoned his physical body.

His one arm had been severed, and both knees were broken; surviving in the midst of such powerful opponents was impossible, so he wanted to seek an opportunity to strike with his primordial spirit.

Then, he lunged at the mature, refined woman. Yet she remained astonishingly calm.

But the black-robed monk, eyes blood-red with fury, paid no attention to such details.

“Watch out!” the white-robed elder shouted, sending a streak of light flying from his body.

Suddenly, the black-robed monk’s primordial spirit’s head fell, then was ripped into eight pieces. Instantly, his life ended, his Dao destroyed, his soul scattered!

The white-robed elder, Ding Rou, and Xiao Ce all fell speechless in shock. After all, the once-mighty demonic power of the Kingdom of Qian met such a bizarre and humiliating end in Wei City.

Even at death, he never saw who had struck from behind! It wasn’t just him, Yuanjue and Ding Rou, who had besieged him, were equally stunned.

Could it be that Wei City was protected by a deity?! Or had this empty-minded demonic monk triggered some terrifying formation? They had no clue.

The innkeeper simply smiled faintly and, with the equally astonished Xiao Ran, returned to the inn.

Elsewhere, the black-robed monk’s body had become a corpse. The clothing over his chest shifted slightly, then vanished. Yet no one noticed this change...

So it’s not the Golden Radiance Crown, it’s the innkeeper herself!

Li Yanchu thought to himself.

This black-robed monk was clearly in the advanced second realm cultivation, yet even he couldn’t see through Li Yanchu’s disguise.

From now on, it would indeed be mayhem. Li Yanchu was very satisfied with the Golden Radiance Crown gifted by Jia Chuanfang.

“If this ability can’t be countered, it means I’m practically invincible, and the one who strikes first dominates.”

Li Yanchu smiled faintly, taking the items he had retrieved from the black-robed monk’s body, a white bone fragment and a map, and returning to Qingyun Temple.

The bone fragment exuded a feral aura, making Li Yanchu feel a strange sense of familiarity. Li Yanchu also had a fragment of this same bone.

“Did that old man come here just to help me complete something?” Li Yanchu muttered, staring at the map in disbelief.

So far, he already had three pieces of this map. He took out the other two and pieced them together.

Suddenly, the three fragments emitted a radiant light and fused into a single map. He focused and realized the map seemed almost alive; mountains and rivers moved, and the location of the treasure was clearly marked.

“Wow, looks like I get another chance to open a blind box!” Li Yanchu grinned from ear to ear and carefully stored both items.

Soon after, three visitors arrived at Qingyun Temple. One was a white-robed elder monk, carrying a barely conscious young man. Two sabers were embedded in the young man’s lower back. Originally a proud, cold, and mysterious swordsman, the young man now looked pitiful. Another was a beautiful, cold, and composed female Daoist, restraining the nervousness in her expression.