CHAPTER 606: CHAPTER 605: SHOCKING

Horror!

Inside the inn, no one anticipated such an incident.

The intruder turned out to be a skeleton!

As everyone watched the skeleton dragging Wuhua outside, all felt their hearts might stop beating at that moment.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and the light of a blade gleamed!

It seemed as if a long laugh echoed within the inn.

Then,

"Whoosh!"

A swift Sword Energy passed by, severing the skeletal hand gripping Wuhua’s foot!

"Go!"

With a swishing sound, the figure darted.

Sunset Three Laughs, brimming with battle intent, miraculously appeared beside Wuhua.

He grabbed Wuhua, pulling him back, then looked outside.

No one knew what Sunset Three Laughs saw; besides Wuhua, no one dared approach the inn’s entrance.

The fierce sandstorm blinded Wuhua, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Suddenly, the wind violently intensified, and amid the howling sandstorm, a long roar could be heard.

"A life’s purpose with one sword, one blade; never betraying the wild fame of thirty thousand years!"

The roaring sandstorm carried a voice like wailing ghosts or the furious roar of a war god, stirring everyone’s heartstrings.

"Get inside!"

Sunset Three Laugh’s expression changed; his Primordial Power surged anew. At the same time, he raised his right hand, a cold gleam flickered from the blade on his back, the Sword Energy enveloping it shooting straight outside. With his left hand, he lightly pushed Wuhua towards the counter.

Boom!

Outside the inn’s entrance, a thunderous noise echoed, as if countless voices were chanting something.

Like myriad ghosts on a pilgrimage, akin to the wails of Hell’s eighteen layers, then soon, it resembled the ghostly screams from an ancient battlefield.

The waves of killing intent and battle fervor made everyone inside the inn shiver uncontrollably, their faces pale.

Only Sunset Three Laughs stood at the door, like a monumental pillar between heaven and earth, unmoving, his expression stern, his lips slightly parted as if saying something.

A few brave souls, by reading Sunset Three Laughs’ lip shape, deciphered, "Her? She?"

Who?

She?

Outside the inn, amid the wild sandy wind, could it be the ’she’ Sunset Three Laughs referred to?

Those few people shuddered inwardly, exchanging looks, yet none dared to step forward.

In just a moment, the wild sand blowing in had nearly engulfed the entrance of the main hall.

Sunset Three Laughs, who had been standing on the floor, now had his feet covered by the sand!

If the door is not closed now, it might never be closed again!

Everyone inside the hall was terrified, yet none dared show any signs of it.

Some, overwhelmed by fear, turned and fled to the basement.

Finally, Wuhua steadied himself at the counter, his face pale, his chest heaving rapidly. It took him a while before he snapped back to his senses, gritted his teeth, grabbed the Jade Pendant, and, braving the sandstorm, lunged towards the door.

"Come back, it’s too dangerous!"

With anxious and worried expressions, Wuhua grabbed Sunset Three Laughs’ arms, trying to pull him inside.

But Sunset Three Laughs remained immovable, his eyes solely fixed outside.

Suddenly!

Sunset Three Laughs’ arm vibrated, repelling Wuhua, and he himself unexpectedly charged out of the inn!

"Come back!"

Wuhua tried to grab Sunset Three Laughs, but how could he manage?

Hands stretched out, the figure was already gone, all he could do was stand helplessly, weeping and screaming.

The sandstorm roared, in the blink of an eye, another layer of sand had accumulated at the entrance.

"Close the door!"

As Sunset Three Laughs departed, suddenly, the survival desire of the Cultivators in the hall exploded.

Someone shouted loudly, charging forward against the fierce wind.

But by then, the door was already half-buried by the yellow sand, how could it be closed?

"Dig out the sand!"

It wasn’t clear who roared, but those ten or so King experts, and even an Emperor, desperately scooped up the sand from the ground with their hands, trying to clear the inn’s door to close it.

On this side, people were frantically busy trying to stay alive.

On this end, Lin Hao was comprehending the Heavenly Dao, finding it no simple task to explore the Qimen Dunjia techniques; he only understood a little bit.

Had it not been for the insights gained during his last fight with Granny Ghost, giving him a new understanding of Qimen Dunjia, he probably wouldn’t be able to find the convergence point here.

After all, this vast yellow sand was practically lethal.

In the sky, it was unclear who was fighting; the sounds were ethereal, mixing into the wind blowing from all directions, seemingly transcending time and space.

With every step Lin Hao took, he darted left and right, east and west, always wandering about twenty steps around the radiant area of the inn, unable to find the entrance.

Meanwhile, the Skeleton Army behind him was getting closer and closer.

Lin Hao had already shattered that pursuing Skeleton General several times using the Divine Cauldron.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a kingly laughter, arrogant and despising heaven and earth, echoed from the skies.

Lin Hao was startled; his True Qi inside was drawn by this laughter, becoming wildly violent.

So powerful!

He subconsciously looked back.

He saw in the sky filled with yellow sand, the previous giant shadow holding the Divine Cauldron had disappeared; this time, his view was clearer.

It was a person, with long flowing hair and wearing a mad robe, who seemed insane, laughing wildly while chained by huge locks, half-suspended in the air.

It was just a shadow, the person’s face unclear.

However, Lin Hao felt as if he could clearly sense the overbearing, proud, and mad aura emanating from that figure!

Every move filled with the Law, every song and sigh also entirely manifested the will of heaven and earth!

"One sword, one saber through life’s purpose, shall not put the mad fame of thirty thousand years to waste!"

The singing voice stirred up a violent wind, and the fierce sandstorm seemed to become even more violent.

What on earth is this!

Why are there so many shadows and sounds within this storm of yellow sand?

These people, brimming with the power of heaven and earth, were radiating endless murderous and combative intent in this yellow sand.

Is this happening right now?

Or has it existed here for thousands of years, merely recorded by the raging sand as sound and sight?

Lin Hao was deeply shocked.

In that turbulent sky of yellow sand, that arrogant figure, left hand with a saber, right hand with a sword, chains clanking about him.

He saw the saber and sword crossed, extraordinarily sharp, every movement outlining a set of profound and mysterious Sword and Saber Battle Techniques!

This...

Lin Hao was mesmerized, forgetting to continue searching for the convergence point.

He was deeply drawn to the battle techniques demonstrated by that illusion.

Definitely the battle techniques of the Three Realms embracing Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, utilizing True Qi, each movement infused with the Law of heaven and earth.

So powerful!

Uncontrollably, Lin Hao subconsciously wanted to follow the dance of that figure.

However, the set of moves was too mystical, and Lin Hao could only learn the very surface.

Eventually, the voice gradually faded, and the shadows drifted away with the yellow sand.

A wonderfully intriguing feeling.

Lin Hao’s heart remained restless for a long time, contemplating the experience as if he had realized something.

That madman, perhaps trapped to death in this sandstorm for thousands of years, merely wished to pass down his mantle.

It’s just a pity, Lin Hao was left puzzled, and the time was too short.