Chapter 1770 - 652: Leveraging Gratitude for Reward

The Sword Intent traversed the skies, and ten thousand swords suddenly fell.

The clang of metal echoed relentlessly.

Sikong Hua Ji looked up intently, eyes shining brightly, hands separating, not lifting upwards, but rather pressing downwards.

With a muffled thunderous sound, Gathering Qi surged like a dragon, bursting forth into the heavens!

A blood-colored shadow shot up from the ground, facing the All Swords Return to the Root.

The moment they touched, hundreds of Sword Qi spread in all directions.

Longswords were sent flying, streams of True Qi spreading over the area.

Where they passed, the sound of explosive ruptures was incessant.

"The Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique, interesting..."

Su Mo murmured softly to himself.

This skill seizes destiny; back in the day, Sikong Hua Ji’s master used it to harm many people.

The Divine Skill fused into one body.

Not only harvesting strengths from different schools, but with exceptionally profound Inner Strength as well.

Sikong Hua Ji, not yet forty, had just now sparred with Bo Yan, displaying techniques that could be considered normal.

He dared not use the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique. Using Tianjing Sect’s martial arts to such an extent could be said to be the limit.

He was forced by the zhi tone, which made him deploy the Divine Skill.

But it was merely a superficial endeavor.

Only now did he fully unveil the entirety of this Divine Skill.

Moreover, Sikong Hua Ji had always restrained his incredibly strong Inner Strength from exploding.

After just murmuring a single sentence, Su Mo’s finger once again pressed down.

The next moment, longswords surged, Sword Qi intensified.

Sikong Hua Ji was startled, just feeling his Inner Strength being shredded to pieces like cutting through thorns by the opponent’s Sword Qi.

Gathering Qi like a dragon had lost its head.

The Sword Intent pressed forward unstoppably.

At this moment, Sikong Hua Ji took a deep breath, hands forming palms, crossing out, a layer of black radiance instantly spread over them.

Immediately following, his hands flicked, the longswords of All Swords Return to the Root that rushed in were all slapped away to scatter with just his bare palms.

The clash of longsword and his palm brought forth a metallic clang.

All Swords Return to the Root moved swiftly as the wind; Sikong Hua Ji countered speed with speed.

In just a moment, he had blocked all the remaining longswords.

On a tree branch, Hua Shiyi glanced away from the scene, turning to look at Su Mo.

She noticed that at some point, he had already retracted his fingers.

Her brow immediately arched:

"You didn’t finish him off?"

Su Mo shook his head slightly:

"He still has his uses."

Moreover, in this play, Sikong Hua Ji is supposed to play a significant part in the ensuing script.

On their escort mission, Sikong Hua Ji had yet to personally sign off.

How could Su Mo possibly beat him to death?

Intervening to stop him from killing was to prevent Bo Yan from dying at his hands.

If he truly wanted to kill Sikong Hua Ji, why wait until now?

Furthermore, not killing him now is far more interesting than killing him.

Hua Shiyi did not understand the rationale, her brows furrowed, staring at Sikong Hua Ji, seemingly seeking an opportunity to attack.

At this time, in front of Weiyang Palace, the longswords dispersed in all directions, Sikong Hua Ji stood proudly, and as his eyes moved, Bo Yan was already nowhere to be seen.

Surveying all around, they saw a group of Jianghu people all standing silently.

Someone said in a low voice:

"Sikong Sect Master displayed something akin to the Heavenly Aura Iron Hand..."

"I think so too."

"Since the Min Mountain Three Heroes vanished, this Divine Skill was considered lost. From where did the Sikong Sect Master learn it?"

"And that Blade Technique he displayed earlier... at the time I didn’t recognize it, but on reflection, wasn’t it the Wind and Thunder Divine Blade used by Mad Blade Xin Wuji fifty years ago?"

"It’s said that before Xin Wuji died, he came to the Tianjing Sect and had a fierce fight with the Old Sect Master.

"After leaving Tianjing Sect, the news of his death quickly spread. But how he died, no one knows..."

The lost Mystic Iron Hand, Sikong Hua Ji knows.

The lost Blade Technique, Sikong Hua Ji also knows.

Though this can’t necessarily explain anything, if anything, it only shows that Sikong Hua Ji has absorbed the strengths of many schools, mastering various Divine Skills.

But... earlier, he said he only practiced Tianjing Sect’s martial arts—this statement is now feeble in light of these facts.

When a lie incites doubt, many other words that follow will arouse skepticism.

Yet, it is improper to casually accuse the monk of baldness in front of the monk.

Similarly, in Sikong Hua Ji’s presence, one cannot easily accuse him of having learned the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique.

Therefore, after exchanging these few words, they exchanged glances.

This is not the place for such discussions; let’s find a more suitable place to have a proper conversation...

Sikong Hua Ji stood on the spot, his eyes sweeping around, fully aware of the thoughts in these people’s minds.

His complexion was exceedingly grim at the moment.

Yet, looking towards Weiyang Palace at the mess of scattered longswords, he held even greater apprehension for the opponent lurking unknown.

Others might see him knocking away the myriad swords, unable to do anything against him.

But in reality, the Sword Qi inside him was running amok, if not for suppressing it with Inner Strength, he would have long been unable to stand.

Even now, he dares not make a single reckless move.

Furthermore, whether the one who attacked secretly still has the strength to exhibit this means again?

Or simply reveal themselves and kill him directly?

Besides suppressing internal injuries, he must also watch out for the opponent’s assault.

In comparison, the suspicions and speculations of these Jianghu people appear trivial.

Yet, left waiting, no movement was seen at all.