On a tall tower not far away, a middle-aged man in red stood. His expression was calm, his eyes sharp, and he was not angry.
Beside him stood an old man with white hair and white eyebrows. His eyes were shining with a bright light, and he had an indescribable sage-like aura.
The red-robed middle-aged man was none other than Freedom King, who was watching the battle on the tower. The white-haired old man beside him was naturally the master of Raindrop Tower, Dugu Xiao.
"Venerable, what do you think of the battle on the first level?”
Dugu Xiao said," This song is called 'Ninth of September.' It was obtained by Wang Wei by chance in the mountains last year. His cultivation at the initial stage of the seventh grade of the Connate Realm complemented his Scarlet Demon Blood Zither. Its power multiplied, and it was not inferior to a Connate eighth grade expert. This also caused Wang Wei's strength to increase greatly in a year. Among experts of the same level, if Wang Wei made the first move, he was almost invincible!”
"I hope so. After all, your eldest disciple, Li Bai, is still in isolation. I really don't want Su Ming to be able to ascend the tower too smoothly. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! Hopefully, Wang Wei could stall him for half a day!”
" Your Highness, don't worry," Dugu Xiao said calmly." My eldest disciple, Li Bai, has finished his closed-door training. He should be able to come out today. Moreover, his cultivation has successfully broken through and has already entered the ninth grade of the Xiantian realm."”
"This king is worrying too much. Even if your eldest disciple, Li Bai, hasn't come out of seclusion and can't fight. His current second disciple, Du Fu, was no longer the same as before. He was probably not someone Su Ming could fight against!”
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In front of the Rain-listening Tower, everyone's expression was dejected. In a trance, they heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
"Clang."
The mysterious zither music stopped abruptly, and a large head rolled down from the first floor.
All the martial artists in Freedom Royal City were instantly dumbfounded, because the owner of the head was not Su Ming, who had come to challenge them, but the first floor's guardian, Wang Wei, whom they had met a few times before.
This was only one-third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
Wang Wei, the seventh grade Xiantian Realm expert who was undefeated among those at the same level as him, was beheaded by Su Ming with a single strike!
The head fell right at the feet of an old storyteller in tattered clothes and shoes. Behind the old storyteller was a group of martial artists.
One of them, a rough man with bare breasts, shouted in a hoarse voice," What the hell is this? This was the guardian of the first floor of Tingyu Building? It hasn't even been a third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?”
The rough man named Wang Zhi's voice was like a thunderous roar, deafening to the ears. Almost half of Xiaoyao Royal City could hear these few words of blatant, high-pitched sarcasm.
However, he did not notice that on the tower not far away, two strong killing intent swept past him, but it disappeared in a flash.
The rough man, Wang Zhi, did not notice this at all. He did not have the slightest awareness that he had just walked through the gates of hell.
"Su Ming, that Wang Wei really only managed to hold him back for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!”A hint of displeasure flashed across the red-robed man's dignified face.
The old man with white hair and a youthful face looked embarrassed, but he did not speak.
The loud slap from the rough man, Wang Zhi, had offended quite a number of local martial artists in Carefree Realm.?
A fat man dressed in a yellow brocade robe among the Jianghu people in Freedom King City shouted angrily," You're so good, Soul Severing Sword Wang Zhi! You're a martial artist in Carefree Realm, yet you're speaking up for that Su Ming, boosting his morale and destroying the prestige of Carefree Royal City!”
"So what if I helped? At least Lord Su didn't send two top assassins in black to poison us in the Azure Mountain!”The booby-chested man did not cower in the slightest and immediately retorted.
The group of martial artists in Freedom Royal City was confused when they heard this.?What two? What first-class assassin in black? What poison in the Azure Mountain?
Hearing this, Freedom King's expression turned cold.
Upon hearing this, the Netherworld and the Nine Nether Soul Reaper, who had already returned to the netherworld, would probably come back to life in anger.
We were f * cking Su Ming, alright? You guys were just collateral damage, okay?
......
Su Ming stopped at the end of the stairs on the second floor of Raindrop Tower.
"I challenge the second floor's guardian, Du Mu!”Su Ming secretly circulated his Qi and let out a loud shout. With the sword in hand, he brazenly challenged the people on the second floor of Raindrop Tower.
No one responded. Guard Su gently slapped his palm towards the door of the second floor.
With a bang, the door opened.
The handsome young man then walked into the second floor.
Suddenly, Su Ming frowned and narrowed his eyes. He sensed a hint of danger.
The second floor was suddenly filled with golden light. A few large golden words made out of Yuan Qi crashed towards Su Ming.
Su Ming's expression was indifferent. He tapped the ground with his feet and flew to the side with lightning speed. Only then did he manage to dodge the lightning-fast attack.
Then, he used his lightness skill and flew into the second floor at lightning speed.
On the main hall's first seat on the second floor of Raindrop Tower, a purple-robed man quietly watched the handsome youth who had swept into the hall.
The purple-robed man was Du Mu, the guard of the second floor. He was an expert at the middle stage of the seventh level of the Xiantian realm and was also a well-known figure in the Jianghu.
There was a huge earthy yellow brush shining with a faint golden light in Du Mu's right hand. True Qi surged on the brush, and a cold light shone at the tip of the brush. The few large golden words that Su Ming had encountered when he entered the door earlier must have come from this huge brush.
Su Ming's expression was indifferent as he looked at Du Mu. Killing intent shone in his eyes.
"It's impolite not to reciprocate!" Young Lord Su returned the favor and said coldly,""Du Mu, try mine too!"
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