The little demon was split in two, and Zhu Ganglie, with his white clothes and white face, changed his expression, which instantly turned ferocious.
In his rage, he no longer bothered to maintain the illusion on the bonfire. The dozen or so fat pigs instantly transformed into the missing wealthy patrons.
The sedan bearers, who were gnawing on the meat, all vomited at the sight. Some even fainted on the spot.
Zhu Ganglie waved his hand, and a dung fork with several sharp spikes flew into his hand. He wielded the dung fork and charged furiously at the one-armed man.
The long sword and the dung fork collided. The shockwave leveled the surroundings. The piercing sound made all the birds in the forest take flight. The instincts of the creatures told them that safety could only be found by leaving this place far behind.
The one-armed man's swordsmanship was extremely superb. Although he only had one arm and his strength was inferior to Zhu Ganglie's, he still held the upper hand.
Wen Wen, who was watching, found his eyes growing brighter and brighter. The first time he saw this one-armed man, he had been slightly puzzled.
Now, after watching his swordsmanship, a part of this confusion was resolved.
His swordsmanship, though superb, was not to the extent of surprising Wen Wen. The problem was that Wen Wen had learned the swordsmanship he used!
Looking at the way he swung his sword and circulated his energy, it was exactly the same as the nameless swordsmanship Wen Wen had found in the containment facility!
"Why do two worlds have the same swordsmanship..."
"Why does this world have so many bizarre coincidences with the history of the Federation."
"The Demon Hunter Alliance... it is said that there is also a Northern Yin Dynasty here... and power levels that correspond to the Superpower levels... outside the Xia Mansion, it is said there is also a great religion that worships the primal gods!"
"This is definitely not just an independent world, but more like a parallel world where the flow of time is a thousand years slower than the Federation!"
Wen Wen's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he kept muttering incomprehensible words.
"If this was a thousand years ago, then this time node is very subtle. As far as I know, many major events happened during this period."
"The gradual disappearance of the containment facilities, the rise of the Hunter's Association, the Northern Yin Dynasty stirring up the undead disaster, and the Beast God Qilin exhausting all its power to seal the Feng Gui God for a thousand years..."
He grabbed Ling Chong and asked sternly, "In the great land of Xia Mansion, how many Cataclysmic level powerhouses are there at this time?"
"Cataclysmic level?" Ling Chong asked in confusion.
"That is the top-tier powerhouse, stronger than me!"
Wen Wen exuded a god-like aura, scaring Ling Chong into taking two steps back. The old monk kept chanting "Amitabha."
'He is actually a Rank 1 powerhouse, but how can a Rank 1 not know about the True Immortal realm? Could he be an ancient relic that just crawled out from somewhere?'
Despite his confusion, Ling Chong truthfully told him what he knew: "In the True Immortal realm of Xia Mansion, there are only two, one is a Celestial and the other is a God."
"The God is the Demon God Qilin. All the demons in Xia Mansion pledge allegiance to Qilin. If it weren't for Qilin's restraint, Xia Mansion would have long been turned into a living hell by those demons."
"The Celestial is the 'Daoist True Immortal.' No one knows where this immortal came from, nor what his daoist title is. He is simply called the Daoist True Immortal."
"The Daoist True Immortal dislikes conflict. It is said that he is currently serving as a National Preceptor in a secular dynasty, enjoying his leisure..."
Wen Wen was shocked again. The words "Demon God Qilin" confirmed Wen Wen's thoughts. As for the Daoist True Immortal, it involved another secret.
According to a document Wen Wen obtained in Muyuan County, the mastermind behind the undead disaster a thousand years ago might have been this 'Daoist True Immortal'!
However, what puzzled Wen Wen was that other things he was familiar with had been slightly altered in this world. For example, the Great Song had become the Great Slur, the Northern Yin had become the Northern Yin, and the Beast God had become the Demon God.
But the words "Daoist True Immortal" were exactly the same as recorded in that document. Was this just a coincidence, or was there a deeper reason?
While Wen Wen was contemplating, the battle between the one-armed man and Zhu Ganglie had made new progress.
Zhu Ganglie's body was covered in sword marks, all inflicted by the one-armed man. His dung fork had also been cut in half.
Although their energy levels were comparable, the one-armed man's combat experience was something Zhu Ganglie could not match.
The one-armed man held his sword with one hand and flung a sword energy at Zhu Ganglie. Zhu Ganglie blocked this sword energy with the remaining half of his dung fork, but unexpectedly, this sword energy, like flowing water, bypassed the dung fork and struck Zhu Ganglie all over his body.
"This is... the Torrent Style of the nameless swordsmanship. Interesting."
After being hit by the Torrent Style, Zhu Ganglie had no ability to resist. The one-armed man rushed to his front and used the 'Iron Cutting Style' on him, slicing Zhu Ganglie in half with one sword.
Wen Wen watched with slight regret. This pig demon, which looked like a handsome human, still had some value to him.
But then he thought again, in this world, he couldn't open the containment facility, so he couldn't catch monsters. Thus, it didn't matter if this pig demon was killed.
"Do you know what his name is?" Wen Wen pointed at the one-armed man and asked.
Ling Chong awkwardly shook his head. This one-armed old man was like a transparent person in their team. He was only brought along to make up the numbers, so how could he know the old man's name.
The old monk chanted a Buddhist greeting to Wen Wen and said, "I also do not know this benefactor's name. I only know that some people call him Old Jingtou, and I didn't expect Old Jingtou to be a Rank 2 powerhouse." Su Dan Novel Network
Wen Wen nodded, silently savored this surname, and then his eyes widened: "Old Jingtou, his surname is Jing... Jing Du!"
This name had been deeply etched in Wen Wen's memory since the day he entered the containment facility.
The last demon hunter before the containment facility disappeared, he had persevered until the very end, setting up a tombstone for himself, not wanting to be the last Jing Du!
Wen Wen's heart began to beat a little faster. He felt that this inexplicable arrival was not without its gains. At least he had met this senior containment officer!
Zhu Ganglie's corpse transformed into a black-haired wild boar, and its foul-smelling blood covered the ground.
Jing Du gasped for breath. Killing such a monster was a huge challenge to his stamina.
He had grown old a long time ago, and every such battle chipped away at his lifespan.
Except for a few Supernaturals with special abilities, ordinary Supernaturals found it difficult to resist the erosion of time.
Although their lifespans were stronger than ordinary people, if they did not reach the Cataclysmic level and ascend to godhood, they would eventually turn into a handful of loess.
The essence of a Supernatural was to use a human body to release the power of a monster. This method of using power inevitably reduced the lifespan of Supernaturals.
If they stopped fighting and rested peacefully after showing signs of aging, then ordinary Supernaturals could live to be 150 or 160 years old without any problem.
However, Jing Du's combat intensity had actually increased after he noticed himself aging.
His old comrades were all gone. What was the point of him still lingering in this world?