Chapter 752: "Eight Respected Ones" Appear

With that, the storyteller, clad in a red dress, floated down from mid-air. One hand covered his red lips, while the other held the Yin-Yang of Life and Death. This area had clearly become his replicated miniature world of Tianqilin. At some unknown point, the three Dao Breakers and Xu Xiaoshou found themselves trapped within this small world.

"Saint Servant?" As the true Saint Servant descended, a chill simultaneously ran through the hearts of the three Dao Breakers present. The fake storyteller's eyelids began to twitch wildly as he looked at the Yin-Yang of Life and Death in the true storyteller's hand. This method of world replication... To be frank, the three Dao Breakers present had long heard of it; it was the spatial rule power of the Yin-Yang of Life and Death. Jiang Chaotian hadn't expected that his eagerness to save someone would lead him to mistakenly enter this space. He was already caught in this inexplicable vortex, without even understanding the situation or knowing who had taken the Three Resentments Pupil. The two Yama figures were even more surprised: one moment they were impersonating Saint Servants, and the next, a high-ranking true Saint Servant had arrived. Crucially, for some reason, they hadn't escaped after obtaining half of the Three Resentments Pupil. Now, being imprisoned, they were truly trapped!

While Dao Breaking was considered a minor realm within the third tier of the Throne, it was actually more akin to a major realm. Between Dao Breaking and Tai Xu, there existed a chasm: the Nine Deaths Lightning Tribulation. The Nine Deaths Lightning Tribulation consisted of nine tribulations. Each tribulation meant a death, and each death elevated one's heavenly realm. The difference in ranks was immense. Purely in terms of cultivation, ignoring the Lei Family's Pupils, in the current situation, the two Yama figures at the peak of Dao Breaking were naturally weaker than Jiang Chaotian, who had overcome three of the Nine Deaths Lightning Tribulations. But three tribulations were, after all, only three. Everyone present knew that the storyteller had overcome all nine of the Nine Deaths Lightning Tribulations. The opponent had appeared at some unknown moment, trapping everyone within the situation first. With their cultivation already weaker than his, and having been preempted, how could they break free from this predicament?

"Saint Servant's Seventh Hand..." Jiang Chaotian's gaze on the descending storyteller was uncertain. He didn't recognize the identities of the two figures behind him, but the Saint Servants' name was legendary. "Have you also participated in the operation to seize my Jiang clan's Three Resentments Pupil?" Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice. "No, no, no, old man, you've misunderstood," the storyteller simply waved a hand, saying, "My presence here has nothing to do with your Jiang clan. I merely saw someone slandering the Saint Servants and couldn't stand by." Jiang Chaotian narrowed his eyes: "So, the life and death of my clan's Young Master Jiang..." "Has nothing to do with me!" The storyteller smiled and continued, "I have absolutely no interest in the Three Resentments Pupil, and it's not in my hands. Rather, it's these two behind you..." He gestured towards the two Yama figures, shrugging, "One has a Floral Immortal Eye, the other a Cross Heterochromia. Think carefully about who would be interested in your Young Master Jiang's Three Resentments Pupil!" Jiang Chaotian abruptly turned around. One of the Yama figures, with his striking cherry-pink Floral Immortal Eye, was indeed conspicuous. The other, with his eyes tightly shut as if trying to hide something, was also intriguing. Jiang Chaotian wasn't foolish. He immediately understood who was more suspicious. But before he could ask, Yama had angrily accused the storyteller: "You didn't take the Three Resentments Pupil, but Xu Xiaoshou did!" "Xu Xiaoshou?" The storyteller paused, looking around, unable to see anyone else. "Who is Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about a person?" Xu Xiaoshou: "..." He was invisible. But he was still here! At a time like this, was the storyteller still trying to mess with him? Jiang Chaotian also couldn't perceive anyone else's presence. However, this was now the storyteller's space, so it was understandable if he had concealed something that others couldn't detect. Considering this, Jiang Chaotian's expression began to fluctuate as he held Jiang Xian. If they were all enemies... Could he, a Dao Breaker, face three opponents alone? At this moment, Yama calmly pulled out one of the Three Resentments Pupils and looked at Jiang Chaotian. "As you can see, I only took one of these. The other is in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou of the Saint Servants." Yama couldn't possibly take the blame for the Saint Servants. "How dare you falsely accuse someone?" To everyone's surprise, the storyteller became displeased. He pointed at Yama, his beautiful eyes slightly narrowed in anger: "I said, Xu Xiaoshou isn't here." Yama: "Heh heh." The two seemed to be on the verge of bickering in this unpredictable situation... Meanwhile, Jiang Chaotian, upon seeing one of the Three Resentments Pupils in Yama's hand, could no longer suppress the indignation in his heart. He was a member of the Jiang clan. The Jiang clan, a semi-saint family. Now, caught in this situation, these two factions in front of him were treating his clan member like a fool, playing games of blame? "Insulting my Jiang clan..." "Tonight, none of you will leave!" Without another word, Jiang Chaotian flung the unconscious Jiang Xian onto his back. With a sweep of his hands, the space around them began to crack inch by inch. Amidst cracking sounds, Jiang Chaotian's body floated, and white mists rose from his hands. "Clouds Open the Heavenly Dao!" he roared. His vast Spirit Ocean exploded. The rule patterns that locked the space, like clouds drifting across the sky, were torn open by Jiang Chaotian's powerful palms, creating a gaping hole. Then, a blast resonated through the night sky. The azure heavens split in two. It appeared as though a massive hole had been torn in the sky above Tianqilin Forest. However, everyone present understood that Jiang Chaotian's palm had first shattered the storyteller's spatial realm.

"Interesting..." The storyteller raised an eyebrow. The Jiang clan's Dao Breakers certainly lived up to their reputation. But what was the point of tearing open one layer when there were countless more? Instead of trying to break through the sealed space before the storyteller's next small world could trap him, Jiang Chaotian, with one palm, split open the Yin-Yang of Life and Death's miniature spatial world, choosing instead to communicate with the rule power of the Saint God Continent. For a Dao Breaker on the continent, this meant connecting with the continent's Dao principles. "Cloud Descent!" Jiang Chaotian punched downwards. From the huge hole torn in the sky, a pillar of white mist suddenly descended. The cloud pillar came down to earth. Its target was clearly Yama, who held the Three Resentments Pupil. "Madman!" Yama cursed under his breath. Was this Jiang clan member crazy? Instead of first trying to break through the storyteller's multiple layers of space together, he chose to attack here. Wasn't this tantamount to letting the storyteller sit back as a fisherman, watching two dragons fight until both were gravely wounded? The cloud pillar surged downwards, terrifying and astonishing. This cloud-mist tribulation, which didn't seem to have strong offensive power, completely dissolved space into nothingness upon contact. It was easy to imagine what would happen to a human body enveloped by this cloud pillar. "Annihilation!" At that moment, Hyakki Yakou suddenly raised his head. As his eyes opened, his Cross Heterochromia fixed on the descending cloud pillar. "Rumble—" The void suddenly resounded with cracking noises. Annihilation was inherently silent. The dissolving cloud pillar crumbled into fragments under the power of the Cross Heterochromia. However, the plane-connecting power, rich with the continent's rule force, after receiving the "Annihilation" command from the Cross Heterochromia, erupted in furious resistance. The Heavenly Dao was not to be defiled, let alone annihilated. "Pfft!" Hyakki Yakou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes immediately dimmed. The power of tribulation... The moment he clashed, Hyakki Yakou realized and saw the cultivation gap between them. He hadn't overcome even one of the Nine Deaths Lightning Tribulations and rarely fought against Dao Breaker experts who had. Under subjective assumption, he had thought this was just a spirit skill imbued with dissolving power, which could be annihilated by his Cross Heterochromia. He hadn't expected that Jiang Chaotian's sky-splitting technique had secretly drawn upon the tribulation power of the continent's rules. Such a forced move had angered the Heavenly Dao, and the backlash was naturally severe.

"Cross Heterochromia, then?" On the other side, Jiang Chaotian's hair and beard flew, and his eyes showed surprise. He looked at Hyakki Yakou, clearly shocked by the pupil power. Such power, capable of annihilating even Heavenly Dao rules, was truly astonishing. But after only a moment of daze, he swiftly pulled a drop of golden Saint Blood from his ring and opened his mouth to swallow it.

"Stop him!" At this, Hyakki Yakou grew anxious. Semi-saint clan members were indeed wealthy. In the previous battle, he had annihilated three drops of Jiang Xian's Saint Blood. He hadn't expected Jiang Chaotian to appear now and, without a word, also prepare to consume semi-saint essence blood. But he was already heavily wounded and had forcefully used his Cross Heterochromia once. To open his eyes again would be too costly! As soon as the Saint Blood appeared, Hyakki Yakou panicked, and the storyteller, observing from the side, was even more startled. "You scared the baby! Bringing out the trump card already?" The storyteller had intended to use rule power to forcefully remove the Saint Blood. But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Yama also looking anxious and preparing to use his eye power. He immediately withdrew his divine ability, retreated a few steps, and left the battlefield open.

"Floral Immortal Eye, Illusion!" Yama formed hand seals, and cherry-pink light bloomed in his eyes. He intended to use the same method he had used to make the illusion real and remove the semi-saint bloodline imprint, to remove the Saint Blood. But the moment he made a move, Jiang Chaotian, along with the Saint Blood in his hand, instantly turned into smoke and dispersed on the spot. "Cloud?" This move caught everyone off guard. Cloud attribute. Untrapped by form, unmoved by intention. As a cloud, he was unconstrained by the world. Yama's Floral Immortal Eye was aimed at Jiang Chaotian, and Jiang Chaotian's illusionary figure was still clearly in place. But his body and spirit... form and intention... had all dissipated simultaneously in a single thought!

"Insult my Jiang clan?" As the battle situation shifted, a low, indistinct voice appeared beside Yama's ear. When Jiang Chaotian reappeared, he was already behind Yama, his face dark and pale, his eyes filled with pain and indignation. "Die!" With that, Jiang Chaotian threw the Saint Blood towards his throat, about to swallow it. In that instant, even the storyteller couldn't react in time. Yama had actually failed! His Floral Immortal Eye hadn't been able to control Jiang Chaotian instantly! And the power Jiang Chaotian, about to swallow the Saint Blood, could unleash in this place would likely astonish even the storyteller. This wasn't Jiang Xian. This was Jiang Chaotian, a Dao Breaker. His utilization rate of the Saint Blood would be hundreds, if not thousands, of times greater than Jiang Xian's Saint Effigy!

"Damn it..." Cursing internally, the storyteller immediately wanted to flee. But... "Xu Xiaoshou, where are you?" He wanted to call Xu Xiaoshou. However, Xu Xiaoshou in his vanished state was not someone he could actively communicate with. Although he vaguely sensed that no one had escaped this space, Xu Xiaoshou, having vanished within this spatial range, was, in the end, still vanished. At the very least, the storyteller couldn't pinpoint his location at all.

At the same time, just before the Saint Blood entered his throat, in a flash, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been secretly observing the battle, chose to act with lightning speed. He had seen Jiang Xian produce Saint Blood before. This item was something even Hyakki Yakou worried about, needing to be annihilated immediately upon appearance. Previously, he had been tempted but dared not act. That was because he had no one to back him up. Now that the storyteller was here, what could Xu Xiaoshou possibly be afraid of? Most importantly, once Jiang Chaotian consumed the Saint Blood, he would undoubtedly become the dominator of this battle. How could Xu Xiaoshou allow himself to be placed in such a dangerous situation? "Saint Blood? That's mine!" He took a Sky-Stepping stride. Xu Xiaoshou, who had been observing the entire situation, seamlessly darted between Jiang Chaotian and Yama before anyone could react. Then, his gloved hand, which had changed attire while he was vanished, shot out. In one move, it intercepted the Saint Blood just as it was about to enter Jiang Chaotian's wide-open mouth. "Vanishing Art, disengage!" he muttered silently. Ripples suddenly appeared in the void. In everyone's spiritual perception, a black-robed, masked figure, with head and face obscured, abruptly appeared at the center of the battle. With two fingers, he blocked the Saint Blood from entering the throat. Then, his fingertip flicked to the left, towards Jiang Chaotian's mouth. With a bang, sword energy erupted. At the critical moment, Jiang Chaotian reacted with extreme speed, gathering his Spirit Yuan to his head, intending to parry the uninvited guest's sudden attack. The next second, his body was forcefully sent flying by the two fingers. His Spirit Yuan was severed. A bloody gash was left on Jiang Chaotian's face, along with a sword energy that seemed to be part form, part intent, and part thought.

Everyone watched, bewildered. This person appeared so suddenly... Although Jiang Chaotian's defenses were not timely and thus quite weak. But to be able to break a Dao Breaker's Spirit Yuan with just two fingers, and leave such bloody gashes... Who was this person? In that instant, almost no one thought this was Xu Xiaoshou. Even Yama's impression of Xu Xiaoshou's disguise was still stuck on the last time he appeared as Elder Sang. And the masked man who appeared here, the moves he used... Were sword fingers! Were sword moves! This was clearly a newly appeared character! The entire scene fell silent.

Xu Xiaoshou landed behind Yama, his face masked, and chuckled softly with a hoarse voice: "Everyone, please give me some face and cease hostilities. How about it?"

It was at this moment that Jiang Chaotian's retreat halted. Wiping the bloodstain from his face, he realized that his Spirit Yuan had already repaired the lingering power within it. He was stunned, then looked up at the masked figure, suddenly realizing something. He exclaimed in shock, "This is... Sword Will?!" Simultaneously, Jiang Qi and Jiang Si, who had been observing silently, looked at the familiar figure. The person who had trespassed into Tianyang Estate immediately flashed into their minds. At that moment, both were so startled they took half a step back, their faces filled with confusion: "Th-the Eighth Sword Immortal?!" The storyteller was even more dumbfounded in mid-air. He looked at the figure that should have been in the Yunlun Mountains but had inexplicably appeared in Tianqilin Forest, and he fell into a state of utter confusion. "Bro... brother?" Xu Xiaoshou turned his head at the sound, looked at the storyteller, his expression hardening. His tone filled with anger, he reprimanded, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so slow?" The storyteller: ??? In that instant, he immediately realized. This wasn't his brother! This was Xu Xiaoshou! "You..." "Person..." The storyteller craned his neck, his face suddenly flushing. After pondering the three stages of "seeing a mountain as a mountain, not a mountain, and then as a mountain again," he realized that this might genuinely still be Xu Xiaoshou... At this, he was once again so shocked he couldn't speak. Again?! Had this kid become addicted to impersonating others? How dare he? In this chaotic situation with Dao Breakers, how could he, a mere Xiantian, mess around? What for? Surely not, just for that drop of Saint Blood... As the storyteller roared internally, he strained to play along, curling a finger and stammering, "I-I was wrong..." The moment the words left his mouth, the storyteller suddenly realized something else. Xu Xiaoshou showing up now... surely he wasn't trying to get revenge for that casual jab he made earlier? It couldn't be...