bookandnovel Chapter 14766 Yellow Black Panther Gets Tricked
Chapter 14766 Yellow Black Panther Gets Tricked
Chapter 14766 Yellow Black Panther Gets Tricked
Long Sanhuan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly warned, "Fairy Miaozhi, be careful! He has enhanced the Black Sword Soul with a sacred rune, and its sword power has surged. Do not underestimate him!"
The black sword in Huang Heibao's hand hummed, the holy runes on its blade becoming increasingly clear, shimmering with dazzling light. He looked at Jian Miaozi retreating, a sinister smile spreading across his face, his tone laced with arrogance:
"You few dare to try and steal my things? Don't you know your own strength? Today, I'll show you what the true power of the Black Sword Hall is, and what a Black Sword Soul imbued with holy runes is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword again, and countless black sword lights burst forth from the longsword, covering the sky and the earth, enveloping all directions. Each sword light contained the power of the sacred runes and the aura of killing.
It swept towards Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi, and the others, completely blocking their escape route.
Long Sanhuan and Jian Miaozi dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately joined forces to resist. Long Sanhuan activated the evil energy of snakes, condensing it into countless snake-shaped attacks.
Jian Miaozi brandished her ancient sword, and streaks of azure sword light crisscrossed, colliding with the black sword light of Huang Heibao.
Even though Huang Heibao's strength increased dramatically after incorporating the power of the Holy Rune into his Black Sword Martial Soul, Long Sanhuan and Jian Miaozi were both top-tier experts. When the two joined forces, their strength far surpassed Huang Heibao's.
For a moment, the two sides were locked in fierce combat, sword energy crisscrossing and energies colliding, causing the entire valley to tremble violently, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.
Just as the two sides were locked in fierce battle, with neither side gaining the upper hand, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly came from the sky. This aura was immense and carried a suffocating pressure.
It instantly enveloped the entire valley, causing everyone engaged in fierce combat to involuntarily stop their movements, their bodies stiffening and their expressions changing drastically.
A figure in a gray robe broke through the air with astonishing speed, appearing instantly above the valley and hovering in mid-air, as if by teleportation.
It was an old man with a withered face, white hair, and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone with a sharp light, like a hawk, and he was surrounded by a dense aura of annihilation.
The pressure was so intense that Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi, and the others couldn't help but lower their heads, and even breathing became difficult.
"Stop it all!"
The old man let out a low shout, his voice not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, carrying a powerful energy fluctuation that made everyone's eardrums buzz and their blood and qi surge uncontrollably.
Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi, Huang Heibao, and the others all stopped fighting and looked up at the gray-robed elder in mid-air. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their eyes were filled with awe and fear...
They all recognized the man's identity.
"Elder, Elder of the Holy Bitter Mountain!"
Long Sanhuan's voice trembled, his tone filled with undisguised awe, and he quickly bowed in respect... This person was none other than the elder of the Silent Court, Saint Bitter Mountain!
The Silent Court is one of the most powerful forces outside the realm, and Holy Bitter Mountain, as the core elder of the Silent Court, possesses unfathomable strength, far beyond the reach of the top experts of these forces. He truly stands at the pinnacle of the outside world.
Huang Heibao was overjoyed. The fatigue and solemnity on his face vanished instantly. He quickly sheathed his sword, bowed deeply to the sacred Mount Ku in mid-air, and spoke with utmost respect, even a hint of flattery:
"Greetings, Elder of Holy Bitter Mountain! I, Huang Heibao of the Black Sword Hall, have come here to await your arrival. I have a precious treasure to offer to the Silent Court, and I am willing to serve the Silent Court with utmost loyalty!"
Saint Kushan nodded slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd below. His tone was flat and without the slightest ripple: "Oh? What treasure is it that makes you wait for me with such solemnity?"
Huang Heibao hurriedly replied, "Elder, it is the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword! It was the Demon Lord Black Heaven's sword back then, and I have now acquired it. I have come today to present it to you, Elder, and to the Silent Extinction Court!"
Upon hearing this, Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi, Shen Wansan, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with disbelief and resentment... Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!
This guy, Huang Heibao, is actually going to offer such a heaven-defying treasure to the Silent Court!
Once the treasure falls into the hands of the Silent Court, they will have no chance to take it back, and all their previous efforts will be in vain!
A barely perceptible glint flashed in Saint Kushan's eyes, and his tone became more interested as he slowly said, "The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword? Is it truly this? You mustn't try to deceive me."
Huang Heibao nodded hurriedly, his tone firm, with a hint of self-satisfaction on his face: "Absolutely true! This junior would not dare to deceive the elder. The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword is currently at this junior's waist, and this junior will present it to the elder immediately!"
As he spoke, he reached out to take the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword from his waist...
However, the moment his hand touched the scabbard, the smile on his face froze, and the smugness and boastfulness in his eyes were instantly replaced by disbelief.
The sword sheath was empty.
The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, which symbolized a heaven-defying opportunity, has vanished!
Huang Heibao froze on the spot, his hand stiffly hanging in mid-air. He was as if he had been frozen in place, his eyes wide open in disbelief, his mind blank... How could this be?
It was just around my waist a moment ago, how could it suddenly disappear?
"What?" Saint Kushan frowned slightly, his tone tinged with displeasure, his gaze fixed on the yellow-black panther. "Where is the treasure? Why haven't you brought it out?"
Cold sweat instantly poured down Huang Heibao's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes. His voice trembled, his tone filled with panic and fear:
"Elder... the sword... the sword is gone... it was just at my waist a moment ago, and suddenly it disappeared!"
"What?!" Saint Kushan's face darkened abruptly, and the pressure emanating from his body surged instantly, sweeping towards the yellow-black panther like a tsunami. His tone was icy and piercing, filled with intense anger, "What did you say? The treasure is gone?"
Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozhi, and the others exchanged glances, then their faces revealed expressions of schadenfreude...
Huang Heibao's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly. Not only did he fail to offer the treasure to the Silent Court, but he also lost it. Now, he will likely enrage the Holy Bitter Mountain and will surely die!
Huang Heibao snapped out of his daze, and fear instantly spread throughout his body. He frantically searched for his storage ring, groped around his body with his hands, and scanned his surroundings with his eyes.
He tried to find the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace of the sword, as if it had never appeared in his hands.
"No, impossible!" Huang Heibao's face turned deathly pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his voice trembled so badly that it was almost unrecognizable.
"It was just here a moment ago! I've had it tied around my waist the whole time, how could it suddenly disappear? Someone must have stolen it! Someone must have stolen it!"
A cold glint flashed in Saint Kushan's eyes, and the aura of annihilation surrounding him grew increasingly intense. His tone was filled with deep mockery and killing intent:
"Steal? I have been here the entire time, my aura permeating the entire valley. Who could steal something from you right under my nose?"