A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5268

In the afternoon of Sword Saint City, sunlight filtered through the layered, sword-shaped window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone pavement.

David and Hu Mazi sat in their room, a map of the Black Wind Mountains spread out on the table. Scattered beside them were a few yellowed pieces of talisman paper. They were pathfinder talismans Hu Mazi had just drawn, their patterns still lingering with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy.

“David, the evil spirits of the Black Wind Mountains are very strong. My ‘Evil-Clearing Talisman’ can only protect us for three miles at most.”Hu

Mazi tapped the talisman paper with his fingertips, his rough fingertips brushing against the edge of the pattern.

The two were discussing their search for the Evil Dao Hall branch when suddenly, outside, there was a crisp sound of shattering metal, followed by the exclamations of the monks from the market town.

Hu Mazi abruptly stood up and shoved the talisman paper into his arms. “Damn it! Is there going to be another scene?”

David had already rushed outside the room when he saw five silver-armored figures approaching on flying swords. The leader’s golden robe was embroidered with ferocious animal patterns, and the sword-shaped mark between his brows shone brightly in the sunlight. It was the Sixth Palace Master of the Temple.

Behind him, four guards each wielded a long spear, the tips of which radiated golden spiritual energy. They were clearly the Temple’s elite “Golden Armor Guards.”

“David! I’ve finally found you!”

Palace Master’s voice boomed like thunder, its spiritual energy carrying a wave of sound as it crashed against the inn’s memorial

crack, the bluestone archway

in fear,

asked the

“Temple, Sixth Palace Master…”

the

knows that this temple is a major force among the gods, and these gods

“It’s the temple’s bast***s!”

and with a wave of his hand, three yellow talismans instantly transformed into three fire crows, flapping their wings and charging towards the Sixth Palace

had

claw. Five golden claws shot out from the air, tearing the fire

talismans, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of this Palace

above the stone pavilion like a ghost. His God-Locking Claws, with a sharp, air-tearing whistle,

claws were tinged with a hint of

his Fire Control Step to its fullest, his figure drifting backward like willow catkins in

“Swish!”