The Legend of Divine Destiny
LTI 38 - Black Mountain

One day after Shen Lao met Liang An, he had now reached the foot of the mountain from Black Mountain.

“Hua, Yu Miser, from here I will overcome them. You two wait in the Eternal Gorge.” Shen Lao could see if Jia Huaran and Ling Qiuyu wanted to continue following him.

Jia Huaran and Ling Qiuyu were both aware, so they both chose to follow Shen Lao's words.

“Be careful, Lao..” Ling Qiuyu held Shen Lao's hand, while Jia Huaran stared at Shen Lao deeply.

“Lao, I'm with Brother Qiuqiu will train... I want you to trust both of us.”.

Shen Lao looked at Jia Huaran and Ling Qiuyu meaningfully darling, “I don't want you guys to get hurt. And I don't want your hands dirty with bloodstains, like this hand.”.

Jia Huaran and Ling Qiuyu did not speak anymore, the two of them listened to Shen Lao's explanation in order to remain calm while in the Eternal Gorge and waited for his return.

Shen Lao smiled after seeing the portal that brought Jia Huaran and Ling Qiuyu to disappear, now his gaze was directed at a mountain filled with black-colored land.

Shen Lao began to climb the Black Mountain towards the top looking for the whereabouts of the two groups that were now based on this mountain.

A while later Shen Lao felt faintly the aura belonging to a swordsman, even the horde of Vast Beasts that came attacking him made Shen Lao shake his head slowly.

“Hold me with this? Don't joke!” Shen Lao killed a horde of Vast Beasts numbering twenty without difficulty, “The Beast King of the Early Stage?”

Shen Lao suppressed his abilities until he reached the Early Stage of the Sacred Swordsman. He sharpened his eyes as he saw the shadow of the five people watching him from a distance.

‘I think this place keeps the wealth of nature hidden. They had absolutely no thought of looking for him.’ Shen Lao flew at high speed and chased after the five warriors who were watching him.

But as the distance between himself and the five warriors grew shorter, Shen Lao slowed down his speed.

Although Black Mountain was difficult to find because it was a hidden place, but the two groups that now inhabited Black Mountain were startled by the reports of five warriors.

“You can't take out one person. I don't need a reason!” Lang Xu looked at the five warriors who were reporting.

“I'm afraid he's a mysterious swordsman surnamed Shen, Patriarch Lang!” One of the warriors who reported cold sweats.

Zhou Xuan, the Patriarch of the Blood Sword Sect paled his face, “Patriarch Lang, if this is true then we cannot overcome this swordsman!”

“We're leaving! Kill Zhong Chan and Ling Shan! We don't need a load to escape!” Lang Xu stared coldly at Zhong Chan and Ling Shan who were shocked to hear the words of their cooperation partner.

“Brother Lang, the Zhong Family has been working with you for decades. You're kidding, right?” Zhong Chan moved away from Lang Xu who had already drawn his sword and walked over to him.

“I'm not kidding!” Lang Xu cut Zhong Chan's body into two pieces.

“Brother Lang-” Ling Shan died instantly when Lang Xu cut off his body.

After seeing Zhong Chan and Ling Shan dead, immediately Lang Xu left the headquarters of the Black Mountain. He followed Zhou Xuan and the rest of the members of the Black Mountain as well as the Blood Sword Sect from behind.

Before they moved away a gripping aura of intimidation made their movements slow down.

“Only Early Stage Sacred Swordsman?”

Lang Xu and Zhou Xuan laughed when they saw the arrival of a young man who was floating in the air.