The Ming Dynasty's henchmen, working from nine to five

Chapter 68 Battle against a Rank 6 Fate Master!

As he took that step, an astonishing aura of malevolence surged into the sky, instantly engulfing the entire courtyard!

Shen Lang, standing in the center of the courtyard, pointed his long sword diagonally, like a demon god descending to earth, surrounded by a ball of scarlet flames!

At this moment, the world in his eyes had turned a deep, blood-red color.

Countless intersecting lines spread out, dividing every plant and tree in the courtyard into grid-like sections.

A breath later.

"I've found you."

Shen Lang's lips curled up slightly, and the scarlet light in his eyes surged once more!

Then, with a flash, he transformed into a series of afterimages and rushed towards the side room!

creak-

The door to the side room opened.

A figure, as ethereal as smoke and mist, and seemingly a reflection in water, appeared out of thin air.

"Black mist!"

Shen Lang let out a low shout, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly surrounded by black smoke, revealing a cold, eerie blade light.

He leaped into the air and, with the force of splitting a mountain, delivered a powerful blow to the head!

"This strike, imbued with eighty years of internal energy, can you withstand it?"

Shen Lang laughed loudly, but his eyes were icy cold, showing no trace of a smile.

The illusory image of the fortune teller trembled and suddenly began to shake violently, shattering into pieces like a reflection in water being pierced by a stone, before slowly coalescing again.

"You were indeed injured."

"You're finished."

Shen Lang's eyes turned cold. He channeled his true energy into his longsword as if it were free.

The sharp blade light surged again, instantly reaching the sky above the fate master's head once more!

"I'd like to see how many of my strikes you, a sixth-grade fate master, can withstand!" Shen Lang roared.

At that moment, the fortune teller suddenly moved.

She gently raised her hand, stopping the falling blade. Her figure swayed and flickered a few times before quickly stabilizing and not dissipating.

The next moment, she spoke: "The Demonic Eyes of Illusion, the Void of Attachment... why do they appear on the same person?"

"I have never seen a warrior like you before. Where did you come from?"

The voice was extremely peculiar, devoid of any emotion, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

Moreover, it sounded as if it were coming from all directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes high, sometimes low.

Even under Shen Lang's violent blade light, her illusory form was already teetering on the brink of collapse, but her tone of voice remained unchanged.

"A void space?"

One should let one's mind dwell nowhere, for all forms are illusory.

The Void Realm... the Unbound Void Domain, the name does fit.

Does she know the origin of the Void Realm?

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat, but his hands did not stop.

A wisp of crimson flame, condensed from murderous intent, emerged from his palm and coiled around the blade of the longsword!

Just now, he unexpectedly discovered that when he concentrated his mind to the extreme, the icy energy generated by cultivating the "Heart Sutra of Suppressing Demons and Subduing Prisons" reappeared in his mind!

Moreover, he was able to drive it with his will!

With the help of this divine energy, he successfully integrated a trace of the Void Realm and the Demon Eye of Illusion into the blade's light.

Then came this murderous, earth-shattering strike!

boom!!

The entire villa was split in two, with a huge crack extending all the way to the foot of the back mountain!

Such power startled even Shen Lang himself.

He focused his mind and quickly circulated his true energy.

This strike was incredibly taxing, almost draining him completely!

However, the results were surprisingly good.

The illusory form of the fortune teller shattered and reformed in an instant, repeating this process more than ten times before finally stabilizing and becoming extremely thin and dim.

It flickers and wavers, as if it would vanish into thin air with a gust of wind.

"As expected of a sixth-rank fate master, he truly possesses some skill!"

"Since that's the case... then let's try again!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly and raised his long sword again.

"etc."

"I have something to say."

The fortune teller spoke again. This time, although her voice was still devoid of emotion, her speaking speed was noticeably faster.

It was clear that she was getting anxious.

"Whatever you want to say, wait until I've chopped you to pieces!"

A cold glint flashed in Shen Lang's eyes as he strode forward, dragging his long sword.

The fortune teller's illusory form flickered and suddenly appeared in the northeast corner of the courtyard.

Shen Lang tilted his head and said, "I advise you to surrender obediently and stop wasting your energy."

"This villa has been locked down by my virtual realm. Unless you kill me, you have no chance of escaping."

Seeing Shen Lang approaching again, the Fate Master's illusory form suddenly began to sway slightly.

If she has any emotions, then she must be extremely angry right now.

"You're crazy."

The cold, icy voice rang out again.

"What I'm about to tell you is very important to you. If you don't listen, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Shen Lang chuckled lightly: "Don't rush, wait until I've completely destroyed you, then I'll listen to your story!"

The villain dies from talking too much; he would never make such a basic mistake.

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Lang suddenly accelerated and arrived beside the Fate Master in an instant.

The incomparably violent blade light once again descended from the sky!

boom!!

This time, the fortune teller seemed to have used some kind of method to appear out of thin air a few steps away, but unfortunately, he was still affected.

Her illusory form began to break down and reform, repeating this process five times until it was extremely dim and unreal.

She lowered her hands, stood still, and said calmly, "I cannot take another cut."

"Now, are you relieved?"

With a "clang," Shen Lang turned his blade and sheathed the longsword.

He walked over, stopped two steps in front of her, looked her up and down, and frowned, saying:

"I don't negotiate with people who hide their true intentions. Take off your veil."

Only now did he truly see what the fortune teller looked like.

The illusory appearance is like the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror, but her figure and appearance are still no different from those of a normal woman.

She wore a white dress and stood in mid-air with her bare, snow-white feet exposed.

Her smooth black hair was tied up with a bone hairpin, with only a few strands falling to the side of her neck. Her face was covered with a light veil, making it impossible to see her true appearance.

But the exposed eyes were extremely special, as if a pool of cold, clear spring water flowed back and forth in the depths of their eyes.

The fortune teller remained unmoved upon hearing this, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and said, "I've been here waiting for you for a long time."

Shen Lang raised an eyebrow: "Since you knew I was coming, why didn't you run away?"

The fortune teller remained silent for a few moments before saying, "If I weren't injured, I wouldn't have allowed you to act so presumptuously."

Shen Lang smiled and said, "If you weren't injured, I wouldn't have come."

The fortune teller fell silent again, his illusory form trembling slightly. After a long while, he spoke again: "I waited for you to come because I wanted to make a deal with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a delicate jade sphere appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

She raised her hand and gently pushed it. The jade ball seemed to come alive, nimbly floating to Shen Lang's front, bobbing up and down rhythmically like breathing.

"This is what you have been looking for. As a token of my sincerity, I will now give it to you."

A gray-red light shone again in Shen Lang's eyes.

He examined the strange jade ball closely and asked, "What is this?"

The fortune teller stood with his hands at his sides, saying calmly, "The Ming Dynasty's imperial family has had its national destiny stolen."