Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 594

?Chapter 594: Chapter 594: Blind Swordsaint_1 Chapter 594: Chapter 594: Blind Swordsaint_1 “Impossible!”

Shuten-doji’s heart suddenly contracted, as his body instinctively generated a tremendous sense of life-and-death crisis.

But there was no time to react, for a reddish-brown blur entered his field of vision.

He let out a timely roar, harsh and piercing, striking fear into those who heard it.

The onlookers, however, saw Xu Fan descending from the sky, carrying flames that lit up the heavens and the earth.

The fire’s glow was so bright, and its temperature so terrifying, that it completely engulfed Shuten-doji’s figure in an instant.

In less than two seconds, the flames dissipated with the wind, and Shuten-doji had vanished from the spot, leaving no trace behind.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, bewildered beyond belief.

If they were not mistaken, the God Realm expert from the Island Country seemed to have been burned to ashes, gone without a trace.

Xu Fan drifted down from the night sky, his vital energy somewhat fluctuating, the attack having drained a great deal of his strength, leaving his face a few shades paler.

He looked at the spot where Shuten-doji had disappeared, his Divine Sense operating at full power, enveloping a thousand-meter radius to look for any abnormalities.

After a few seconds, his brow relaxed, his opponent was indeed dead, not even a speck of dust remained, with his soul completely annihilated, beyond the cycle of reincarnation.

This was not unexpected, after all, the killing move he used was the very famous Samadhi True Fire from the Daoist school.

Even by this point, he still hadn’t figured out what kind of body constitution the other party had, but considering there were tens of thousands of physical constitutions in the world, each with its uniqueness, and even he had heard and seen many that were unknown, there wasn’t really anything to feel astounded about.

Although the opponent’s constitution had caused great trouble in killing him, Xu Fan had never panicked, for he possessed the Samadhi True Fire.

No matter how special the opponent’s constitution was, it could not withstand the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, which could even annihilate the soul and spirit, leaving nothing but ash.

The reason he finally decided to use the Samadhi True Fire was that the enemy was too ruthless, even threatening his loved ones, which was something Xu Fan could never tolerate.

After resolving his anger and defeating his opponent, Xu Fan couldn’t help but survey his surroundings, the crowd of onlookers, who couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, all diverted their eyes.

Xu Fan dominated the scene, then swiftly moved to the side of Xu Yixue and the other girl, dissolving the defensive barrier and releasing them from the binding spells they were under.

“Husband, you scared me to death!”

As soon as Xu Yixue regained her ability to move, she immediately threw herself into his arms, arms circling his waist, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Shiyu meanwhile flexed her body, which had gone numb from standing too long, her face still painted with a look of lingering fear.

Xu Fan also hugged Xu Yixue tightly, patting her back gently while comforting her in a soft voice, “Xue’er, it’s all right now.”

But Xu Yixue still trembled, her fright not entirely settled.

Xu Fan couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, sighing inwardly.

Although his power was growing ever stronger, his woman had been kidnapped by powerful enemies and plunged into great danger several times.

Fortunately, he had been able to rescue her every time; otherwise, he would have blamed himself for life.

It seemed the immediate priority was to rapidly improve the strength of his security team and to produce more high-level protective amulets.

But Xu Fan understood that relying on the security team could only deal with ordinary threats in the end.

The most crucial thing was to enhance his own strength.

If he could advance his mastery of the laws of space even further, then the issue would no longer be a concern.

Because at that time, no matter where Xu Yixue encountered danger, he would be able to tear through space and appear by her side to rescue her instantly.

Once Xu Yixue’s emotions had somewhat stabilized, Xu Fan had a moment to nod at Chen Shiyu but refrained from any further action.

After all, in his view, aside from Xu Yixue, he had no intention of getting entangled with other women or involving himself unnecessarily, maintaining no more than a courteous demeanor.

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While the crowd was speculating about Xu Fan’s identity and origins, Wang Jinghu had already led some people towards him.

Suddenly, at this moment, a strange sound of footsteps came, “Tap!

Tap!

Tap…”

The footsteps sounded remarkably heavy, suggesting the walker was either carrying a great weight or had a lame leg, causing an uneven gait with one foot landing more heavily than the other.

Involuntarily, my gaze shifted toward the source of the sound.

What I saw was an elderly hunchbacked man walking along the road, a sword box strapped to his back.

The old man walked with a bent head and a stooped back, which is why it wasn’t until he got closer that the nearby people realized his eyes were whited out—he was blind.

Yet no one dared to underestimate or mock him, because there was something off about the old man; despite being blind, he managed to smoothly avoid all obstacles in his path.

For a moment, all eyes were on the hunchbacked elder, but no one dared to speak recklessly.

Suddenly, an aged samurai gazed at the hunchbacked old man, his expression turning reminiscent, and after a moment of stunned silence, he exclaimed, “Ah, it’s the Sword Saint, Liusheng Chuntree!”

At these words, many felt a shock of amazement.

For this was a figure who had become famous half a century ago.

Of course, many, especially the younger cultivators, were puzzled by the significance of this name, reacting with a start of realization only after being specifically enlightened by several older people.

Liusheng Chuntree, over fifty years ago, had made a name for himself and became recognized as the strongest person in the Island Country, mastering the art of the sword to an almost transcendental level, reaching what could be described as insightful perfection, thus he was honored with the title of “Sword Saint”.

Back then, Liusheng Chuntree’s fame was resounding even beyond his nation; he fought with strong opponents from various countries, resulting in many splendid classic duels.

However, about half a century ago, in a fierce battle with Stick Country’s top Aikido master Jin Yuxi, Liusheng Chuntree, despite winning, was seriously injured.

After the battle, he lived in seclusion to heal his injuries, and as time passed and he remained unseen, people gradually forgot about him.

Thus, the man was gone from the martial world, but his legends remained.

Young cultivators, whether ninja or samurai, had heard of his name or legends to varying extents, but either the memory was vague, or they dared not hastily make the connection, leaving many dumbstruck.

Now, seeing this legendary figure who had vanished for half a century suddenly appear, everyone was perplexed as to why Liusheng Chuntree had re-emerged.

“Uncle Zhu, what’s the story with this Sword Saint?” asked Wang Xiaolong, curious about the considerable stir this man’s appearance had caused.

Zhu Mofeng glanced at the hunchbacked elder, took a deep breath, and said with a grave tone, “You could say that, half a century ago, he was the mythic figure of the Island Country’s Sword Dao, the number one expert of that time, with an illustrious reputation worldwide.”

“Then…

he couldn’t be here for Brother Xu, could he?” Wang Xiaolong exclaimed in shock.

Wang Jinghu, standing right beside him, sighed and helplessly stepped aside.

This was a Sword Saint!

Not someone they could afford to provoke.

The old man, Liusheng Chuntree, turned a deaf ear to the crowd’s astonishment and confusion.

With a blur of his form, he took a step, crossing the distance of over a hundred meters, and with another step, he unexpectedly arrived less than thirty feet from Xu Fan.

Then, his body slowly straightened, his back no longer hunched, his stoop gone.

The entire demeanor of age and twilight years transformed in an instant, replaced by a sharp and formidable presence—as if a treasured sword, dulled by dust and unseen in splendor, had been drawn from its box and immediately sent Sword Qi soaring up, illuminating the starry sky.

Xu Fan watched him…

his intuition told him that this man’s cultivation was not inferior to that of Shuten-doji, but he was even more difficult to deal with.