King's Awakening Chapter 802

Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Saint Lyu Yi

“Saint, Lu Yi!”

The glimmer in White Mitchell's eyes grew more intense, he knew this was the result of a spiritual ascension.

Accompanying this was an increase in power.

White Mitchell did not dare slack off, once again immersing himself in the life of another saint.

White Mitchell, an ordinary youth born into a reputable martial arts lineage, was well-read from a young age and possessed great talent. People in his family believed he had an extraordinary comprehension and aptitude for cultivation, but White Mitchell himself was not content with this. He understood that he was ambitious, hoping to become a Grandmaster and make a name for himself in the world of martial arts.

White Mitchell was born into a well-known martial arts family, where there were Martial Artists in every generation. His grandfather was the current Master, and White Mitchell was his grandfather's most proud grandson. From a young age, White Mitchell was personally taught martial arts and the family's inherited secrets by his grandfather. White Mitchell was extremely smart, with a deep understanding of martial arts, which made his grandfather proud.

White Mitchell grew up under his grandfather's strict discipline, as his parents had died early on, leaving only his grandfather to look after him. His grandfather demanded he get up early to practice his martial arts rigorously, master more martial arts skills. Despite the exhaustion, White Mitchell never resented anyone. He knew that only through constant hard work could he meet his family's expectations and earn people's respect.

As White Mitchell grew up, his grandfather began to test his abilities. His grandfather informed him that if he wished to survive in the martial world, he must possess an unmatched martial skill. His grandfather took White Mitchell to various places in the martial world to search for legendary martial art techniques. They faced many life-threatening challenges before obtaining the precious Martial Art Scriptures.

White Mitchell's growth was not smooth. During his cultivation, he encountered many powerful enemies and went through life-threatening incidents. Despite these dangers, he never backed down, always holding onto his dreams. Each battle made him more mature and determined.

During an unexpected event, White Mitchell met a mysterious Immortal. The Immortal told him that he had a special talent for immortal techniques and could cultivate to become an immortal. White Mitchell was very interested in the Way of Immortal and started to cultivate fervently. He followed the Immortal to get trained in the techniques of the Immortal, and soon reached a realm that ordinary people could not reach.

As his cultivation increased, White Mitchell made a name for himself in the martial world and his fame spread widely. People began to call him “Fairy Mitchell” and praised him as a prodigy in the Way of Immortal.

However, there is always evil on the path of righteousness. A villain named Kevin appeared in the martial world. He was a ruthless, heartless martial arts master who possessed an evil martial skill that could manipulate Dark Power. Kevin aspired to dominate the martial world and harm the innocent. Having heard about White Mitchell, he saw him as his formidable competitor and began to hunt him down.

White Mitchell was oblivious to Kevin's existence, he was still shutting himself for cultivation and researching more profound Immortal Techniques. Until one day, his grandfather suddenly disappeared. White Mitchell enquired everywhere and eventually found out that his grandfather was incarcerated in a secret underground chamber by Kevin, with his life hanging by a thread. This infuriated White Mitchell and he vowed to take revenge for his grandfather.

White Mitchell hastily recorded down the location of the secret chamber where his grandfather was confined, a wave of irrepressible anger and determination surged in his heart. He decided to immediately set off to rescue his grandfather and bring the evil Kevin to justice.

When White Mitchell arrived at the basement, he found it to be a dark and damp secret chamber. The walls were covered with moss, exuding a chilly aura. He slowly pushed the chamber door open and a strong beam of light immediately flooded his sight. After Mitchell squinted his eyes to adjust to the light, he saw his grandfather being tortured painfully, his body covered in blood.

Kevin was standing in front of his grandfather, smirking evilly. Dressed in a black robe and with an evil aura covering his face, he seemed like a creature from another world. He raised his treasure sword, the sword shimmering with a cruel light. He spoke to his grandfather, “Old man, your grandson is truly patient, not even a plea for mercy.”

His grandfather gritted his teeth and did not reply. White Mitchell was filled with rage; a flash of determination flickered in his eyes. He stepped forward, shielding his grandfather, and stared at the villainous man. He said coldly, “Kevin, let my grandfather go!”

Kevin burst into laughter, his voice filled with mockery, “White Mitchell, you did come, I have been waiting for you. However, your cultivation and reputation do not seem enough to have a fight with me.”

Mitchell's eyes slightly narrowed, a brilliant light enveloping his body. He sneered and said, “Kevin, you will pay for your arrogance.”

As he finished speaking, White Mitchell formed a seal with his hands and a dreamlike white cloud immediately appeared around his body. The white clouds surrounded him, appearing like a real Immortal Realm. White Mitchell took a step forward, his figure floated up and within a blink of an eye, he was in front of Kevin.

Kevin wasn't disturbed at all, his treasure sword emanated a cruel light, ready to confront White Mitchell's attack. The two's bodies crossed paths in a flash, their swords and lights intertwined, the whole chamber was filled with the heavy scent of impending massacre.

White Mitchell cast an Immortal Technique; the white clouds turned into a gigantic white tornado, trapping Kevin inside. The tornado wantonly destroyed everything in the chamber, filling the air with dull wailing sounds.

Kevin ignited the Dark Power within him, black flames swirling around his body, countering the white tornado. His prized sword sliced through the air, the brilliance of the blade remarkably sharp, cleaving the tornado.

White Mitchell calmed down, knowing he could not be careless at this point. He looked at Kevin, his hands forming seals as he murmured the incantation. Suddenly, he slowly ascended, the air around him starting to tremble.

A colossal pillar of white light surged from White Mitchell's body to the heavens, enveloping the entire chamber. Within this light pillar, White Mitchell's cultivation reached its peak, his presence as awe-inspiring as that of an immortal god.

Kevin felt the pressure from White Mitchell's body, holding his treasured sword tightly, his entire body churning with Dark Power, attempting to withstand White Mitchell's divine might.

Two powerful forces collided within the chamber, causing endless energy fluctuations. The white tornado and the dark flames constantly intertwined, causing massive explosions that shattered the surrounding walls, with debris flying in all directions.

White Mitchell's gaze hardened as he realized that Kevin was not an easy foe. He took a deep breath, gathering an inexhaustible amount of energy within him. The white clouds around him grew even thicker, and the tornadoes even more ferocious.

Countless tornadoes fused together, creating a vast, dome-like illusion. The power within the white clouds was awe-inspiring, obliterating all obstructions completely.

As Kevin felt the intense pressure from White Mitchell, his body became even more agile, dark flames continuously surging, trying to find a way to break through the tornado.

At that moment, White Mitchell narrowed his eyes as he sensed something different about Kevin's Dark Power. With a flicker of thought, he immediately switched his tactics.

White Mitchell began forming hand seals, and a series of white runes erupted from his fingertips, merging within the white clouds. Immediately, the white clouds became more aggressive, convulsing like a living entity, and started to coil around Kevin.

Kevin felt the immense energy emanating from the white clouds, his face changed color as he realized he had met a formidable opponent. He yelled out, waving his treasured sword, releasing the dark Sword Qi.

Darkness clashed with the white mist, the air was filled with ear-splitting roars. The entire secret chamber seemed on the verge of being torn apart under this powerful force, and the sound of shattering reverberated incessantly.

White Mitchell remained calm, knowing that he had to find Kevin's weakness in order to win. A glint of sharp light flashed within his eyes as he flicked his fingers, shooting out a beam of white light.

The white light hit Kevin's chest, which flooded him with intense pain. His Dark Power began to fluctuate uncontrollably. Kevin stared at White Mitchell in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he had suffered damage.

Seeing Kevin's reaction, White Mitchell immediately increased his attack. The rolling white clouds and the ferocious tornado, resembled an infuriated dragon charging towards Kevin.

Kevin felt a wave of anxiety, realizing that he had fallen into a trap meticulously laid by White Mitchell. He tightly gripped his sword as Dark Power converged onto the blade.

The Dark Power emanating from the sword flared up, reminiscent of a frenzied Black Dragon circling Kevin. His gaze determined, he did not falter and sprang forward into White Mitchell's white cloud tornado.

In an instant, the sword and the tornado collided, a dazzling light erupted in the air. Two powerful forces clashed, causing a monstrous wave, and the surrounding trees collapsed under the impact.

Kevin released his full power, Dark Power surged like tidal waves, entwining every inch of the white cloud tornado. His sword pointed at White Mitchell, severing the details of the tornado, and his body quickly shifted, avoiding his opponent's move.

White Mitchell displayed a surprised look, he never anticipated that Kevin could withstand his attack let alone counterattack.

He raised his brow, becoming more guarded. He understood that the Dark Power within Kevin was extraordinary and that the young man was far more powerful than he initially presumed. He smirked coldly, a streak of white light surged out, transforming into hundreds of tendrils, much like a massive white python lunging towards Kevin.

Kevin, however, did not retreat. He was aware that it was not the moment to withdraw, only by matching White Mitchell's power can he strive to win. His gaze became even more resolute, the Dark Power under his feet exploded with even stronger energy, turning his sword was enveloped with dark patterns. He swung his sword, transforming into a flash of dark lightning, tracing beautiful arcs in the air.

The Dark Power and the white cloud tendrils collided instantly, resulting in a series of harsh, metallic clashing sounds. Two formidable forces intertwined, creating a scene where Sword Qi and white clouds alternated. It felt like Kevin was in a battle between swords and clouds, as he fully focused on his swordsmanship, demonstrating ultimate precision and speed with each move.

White Mitchell wore a grave expression; he had already felt the terrifying dark power emanating from Kevin. This power was indeed steeped in negative energy, but it was exceedingly formidable. He could no longer just passively take hits, he needed to attack, if he was to deal with this young man.

Gritting his teeth, he circulated his True Qi within his body, forming an Ice Shield around him. With a sudden leap, he darted towards Kevin like a bolt of lightning, the longsword in his hand radiated a blinding white light.

Kevin's eyes narrowed as he sensed White Mitchell's rapidly growing strength. He knew that White Mitchell had triggered a secret technique, and he couldn't afford to slack. His silhouette instantly dodged and simultaneously brandished his sword like a whirlwind, sending out sharp sword Qis.

The sword Qi danced in the air, leaving a complex trail. White Mitchell dodged the sword Qi's attacks while swiftly wielding his longsword in heady moves. As sword clashed against sword, sparks were created, and the air teemed with a deadly aura.

It felt like time had been frozen, a split second feeling like a century had passed. In the confrontation of swords, Kevin gradually felt the increasing pressure. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was incomparably exquisite, each strike targeted Kevin's vulnerabilities, leaving Kevin on high alert.

Losing himself in concentration, he spurred the dark power within him and his swordsmanship became even more fierce. It was as if he had melted into the darkness; each attack was like the claw of darkness tearing through the air.

As the battle proceeded, he noticed White Mitchell's attacks become more ferocious and his speed faster, as if a white storm was brewing. His eyes flashed with a hint of alarm, alerting him to the impending danger.

Suddenly, White Mitchell's longsword emitted a brilliant white glow, and a powerful sword Qi exploded out in an instant with the move 'White Cloud Sky High'. The sword Qi, like a whirlwind, instantly engulfed Kevin.

Kevin's complexion altered as he felt the terrifying power contained in the Sword Qi. He tightly gripped his sword, doing his utmost to resist the powerful Sword Qi. The Sword Qi sliced through his body, leaving deep wounds from which blood rapidly flowed.

He grunted his determination, his sword swings became even quicker, and his swordsmanship became more fierce. He wouldn't allow himself to retreat even for a moment; he vowed to combat Sword Qi with Sword Qi, intent with intent.

The sound of clashing swords echoed, the surrounding air held a deadly atmosphere. The silhouettes of the two young men intertwined amongst the forest, each move was a fight for life or death.

The battle continued, and Kevin felt the dark power within him burn, filling his body with strength. He focused his mind, seamlessly combining the dark power with his swordsmanship.

White Mitchell looked surprised, he hadn't expected Kevin to endure the envelopment of Sword Qi and grow stronger with each passing moment. He knew he couldn't delay any further or he might get defeated by this young man.

Resolute, he circulated his True Qi throughout his body, and the longsword in his hand radiated an intense white light. In an instant, he accelerated, darting towards Kevin like white lightning.

Kevin's eyes narrowed as he felt an immense pressure from White Mitchell. He took a deep breath, the dark power within him erupted with ultimate energy, he knew it was the final showdown.

Their swords clashed instantly, the air exploded with a piercing metallic collision sound. Two powerful forces intertwined, forming a grand Sword Qi Vortex.

Within the vortex, the darkness and white light intertwined, forming a spectacular scene. The surrounding trees got downed by the Sword Qi, rocks got lifted by the violent gusts, it seemed as if the entire forest was sucked into their duel.

Kevin's aura erupted to its extreme, the dark power seeming to transform into a dark flame, concentrated within his sword. He performed his strongest strike, his sword's blade aimed at White Mitchell's vulnerabilities.

A chill ran down White Mitchell's spine, sensing the immense threat emanating from the sword. Without any hesitation, he moved swiftly like a nimble white cloud, dodging the strike. Simultaneously, his longsword carved the empty space, pointing straight at Kevin's heart with lightning speed.

Kevin's eyes narrowed, he felt the call of death. but he did not flinch, gritting his teeth, he swung the sword in his hand with all his might.

The clash of the swords once again resonated in a thunderous echo, it felt as if the entire forest trembled. The clash of the blade created sparks like a fireworks display.

White Mitchell's longsword eventually pierced Kevin's chest, blood gushed out. Kevin's face turned pale, his body swayed but he did not fall. Marshalling his last bit of strength, the sword in his hand suddenly became even more sharp; the sword blade, like black lightning, lunged at White Mitchell.

A flicker clouded White Mitchell's eyes, he felt the danger radiating from Kevin's body. He hurriedly retreated a few steps, dodging Kevin's assault while at the same time slashing a returning strike with his longsword.

The two engaged in an intense fight within the forest, their swords splitting open the silent night sky, creating thousands of sword afterimages that intertwined like a wild wind. The Sword Qi, emanating a sharp killing aura, made the surrounding trees rustle loudly.

Kevin's blood was boiling, like a raging inferno. Ignoring his chest injury, he transformed into a black whirlwind, darting quickly amongst White Mitchell's Sword Qi. Each attack was swift and fierce like lightning, dazzling and blinding with its cold light.

White Mitchell was secretly taken aback, Kevin's strength was beyond his expectation, he was able to freely navigate through his Sword Qi without any hindrance. He knew he would have to use all his strength if he wanted to defeat this powerful opponent.

White Mitchell suddenly withdrew his longsword and folded his hands rapidly, with a powerful glow emanating from his body.

“Do you think you can escape like this?” Kevin sneered and in a blink, he had appeared right before White Mitchell.

A massive ball of light quickly formed around White Mitchell. Before Kevin could react, the ball exploded, unleashing a surge of vast energy; the countless shards of light shot towards Kevin like arrows.

Kevin's face changed, he immediately engaged his True Qi and used his strongest defense technique. He crossed his arms across his chest, creating an unbreakable shield barrier.

With a boom, the shards of light struck his protective barrier, causing a grating metallic collision. Kevin instantly felt a considerable force pushing him back, his body was thrown back harshly, smashing a huge tree before sliding a distance on the ground before coming to a stop.

White Mitchell was slightly taken aback seeing this. He hadn't expected his attack not to break Kevin's defense, his opponent's strength was far greater than he had anticipated.

Kevin stood up, blood churning in his chest. He gritted his teeth, eyes flickering with determination as he glared at White Mitchell.

“Do you think you can defeat me like this? You're too naive!” Kevin said coldly.

Once more, he activated his True Qi, a ferocious energy emanating from his whole body. A blood-red rune appeared on his forehead, exuding an extraordinary power.

A sudden realization hit White Mitchell. He felt the oppressive aura discharged from Kevin's body, it was an almost savage power that was keen to tear apart everything in its way.

He dared not be careless and quickly engaged all his True Qi, exerting his power to its extreme.

The two clashed again, their swords' radiance flickered wildly, sword shadows overlapped, multiple clanging collisions echoed through the forest. Kevin practiced flexible movement techniques, sometimes ducking into the ground to evade attacks, sometimes soaring through the sky like a bird. Meanwhile, White Mitchell was steadfast, his swordsmanship fierce, sometimes as flashing as lightning, sometimes as violent as a storm.

Their figures blurred as they intertwined in the night sky at such high speeds it was difficult to capture. Despite Kevin practicing the bizarre Blood Clan Secret Method which greatly boosted his strength, White Mitchell didn't fall short. Every move he made was extremely accurate, each attack hitting Kevin at the crucial moment.

Perspiration beads seeped from Kevin's forehead, his ragged breaths were rapid, White Mitchell's prowess had surpassed his expectations, he felt tremendous pressure.

“Who are you? Why are you so strong?” Kevin couldn't help but ask.

The sword in White Mitchell's hand flickered, he looked coldly at Kevin, not giving a reply. He knew that the answer held no relevance to their fight.

His only goal was to defeat Kevin, obliterate him completely.

Kevin gnashed his teeth, he felt the determination and perseverance in White Mitchell, this stirred deep anger within him. Once again, he stimulated his infinite power, his body shrouded in blood runes, his aura overwhelming.

“White Mitchell, you can't defeat me! I won't fall so easily!” Kevin bellowed, his eyes filled with madness.

White Mitchell remained silent, he knew, his opponent was genuinely mad.

Their battle has reached a fevered pitch. The clashing sounds of their swords reverberated through the air, filling it with the acrid scent of blood.

Utilizing his manic strength, each of Kevin's attacks bore relentless ferocity, as he tried to defeat White Mitchell. His sword light was fast and ruthless, with each strike carrying a ruthless intent to kill, seemingly wanting to cut White Mitchell's body into hundreds of pieces.

White Mitchell's swordsmanship was steady and sharp, his sword light embodying his inner determination and anger. Every sword swing seemed like an attempt to repel Kevin, shattering his madness.

Their fight drew gasps and astonishment from the surrounding spectators. From their expert swordsmanship, it was apparent that Kevin's strength was growing exponentially, while White Mitchell seemed somewhat suppressed.

“Kevin's strength is growing! He's going for an all-out attack!”

“Can White Mitchell withstand it? His expression seemed somewhat puzzled just now.”

“This is a real fight to the death! I've no idea who will ultimately emerge victorious!”

The spectators buzzed with conversation, excitedly watching the two combatants. In their eyes, this was an unparalleled duel. The outcome would impact the entire World of Martial.

Blood runes increasingly appeared on Kevin's body, almost making him turbulent like a ferocious flame. His eyes revealed a craziness and endless desire. Disregarding everything, he charged forward, attempting to crush White Mitchell as quickly as possible.

White Mitchell's face was solemn, his mind clear. He knew that any evasion was futile. Only by giving his all could he stand a chance of defeating this mad opponent.

His sword light flickered again, his body darted like lightning towards Kevin. The moment their swords crossed, their power exploded instantly, as though tearing the surroundings apart.

Their attacks grew more violent, their swordsmanship interweaving with one another, sparking out countless radiance like sparks. Their figures danced in the air, each attack painting a spectacular and violent scene.

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, attracting the attention of all spectators. They were moved by the courage and determination of these two combatants, but also anxious for the impending outcome.

As the battle progressed, Kevin's madness eased slightly, his breath becoming unstable. White Mitchell, on the other hand, grew increasingly calm and his swordsmanship became more accurate and sharp.

Determination shone in his eyes, as though he had seen through Kevin's weakness and moves.

During one of their exchanges, he suddenly leapt into the air, charging towards Kevin like a bolt of lightning. Kevin's face changed, immediately transforming into a phantom to avoid White Mitchell's sword thrust. However, White Mitchell's attack speed was unimaginably fast. With a light sweep of his sword, his Sword Qi darted about like a dragon and snake, trapping Kevin within.

Kevin could only raise his sword in front of his chest in time. As the sword edge swept past, he felt a huge force transmitted from the sword, shaking his body so much he could barely stand.

Seeing the dangerous situation, White Mitchell hastily retreated a few steps, releasing his suppression on Kevin. Kevin stabilized his body, pulling out the hidden sword from his waist, prepared for a more intense face-off with White Mitchell.

Their swords confronted each other, the momentum vibrant, making it seem as if the entire battleground was filled with their endless sword Qi. Their swordsmanship was sophisticated and unique, each move containing unfathomable power. After a few exchanges, the spectators could not help but step back, afraid of being impacted by their sword Qi.

The fierce duel between Kevin and White Mitchell caught the attention of everyone around. They marveled at the swordsmanship skills of the two swordsmen, while also worrying over their life-and-death showdown.

As swords met, Kevin leveraged his agile movements, sometimes dodging White Mitchell's attacks, and sometimes quickly counterattacking, forcing White Mitchell to retreat continuously. His movement technique was flexible and varied, resembling a dancing butterfly, his sword edge slashing through the air, issuing chilling sword cries.

Despite this, White Mitchell was anything but vague. A trace of cruel light flashed in his eyes, and with a twist of his body, his right-hand sword transformed into a white light, swooping across like a sword shadow, aiming directly at Kevin's vital point. Kevin immediately sensed the danger, and hurriedly used a streak of sword Qi to counteract the incoming sword shadow.

The sword shadow met the sword Qi, ear-piercing noises of metal collision echoed, accompanied by sparks. Their standoff was so intense, as if striking iron and stone, the momentum overwhelming.

However, Kevin started to feel the pressure mounting, White Mitchell's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce. He knew the situation was against him, and he had to find a way to turn it around. At a critical moment, he suddenly changed his tactics and triggered a Flowering Sword Technique.

Kevin's swordsmanship suddenly became elusive, his body rotating like a blooming flower. Sword light bloomed like falling petals, going toward White Mitchell.

White Mitchell hastily responded, but he didn't know how to defend against such an elusive attack. The petal-like sword lights were sometimes sharp as a blade, sometimes soft as silk, floating like a thin layer of mist, hard to grasp.

White Mitchell bobbed and weaved trying to evade the petal-like sword light attack. However, Kevin's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, like a blossoming sword-flower with infinite power, sweeping the battlefield, unstoppable.

As everyone watched White Mitchell getting into trouble, they were all sweating for him. At this moment, White Mitchell suddenly stopped evading, a sneer showing in his eyes.

He drew a sword from his back, emitting a trembling dark aura. This was White Mitchell's secret skill, known as the “Dark Blade.”

White Mitchell held the Dark Blade and poked it at the air, the tip of the sword instantly bloomed into a cluster of black light, like a black hole. With a flash of the sword, the Dark Blade shot towards Kevin.

Kevin felt the pressure of the Dark Blade, he knew the consequences of being hit by this move would be unthinkable. He immediately retracted his Flowering Sword Technique, beautifully turned around, attempting to avoid the attack of the Dark Blade.

However, White Mitchell had already prepared, his hands were quicker and turned the Dark Blade to track Kevin's figure.

The Dark Blade stabbed into Kevin's back, the black light instantly swallowed his whole body. Kevin was thrown off, falling to the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

White Mitchell looked at the fallen Kevin disdainfully, his eyes were full of murderous intent. He walked forward without hesitation, preparing to give Kevin a fatal stab.

But at this moment, a huge Sword Qi fell from the sky, aiming directly at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's eyes widened, he could not believe what was happening to him. The Sword Qi seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, unstoppable.

To his horror, a figure suddenly appeared by White Mitchell's side, agilely blocking in front of him.

The figure wore a black robe, with a hat covering his face, but emanated a mysterious and powerful aura. Along with the might of the Sword Qi, he raised his longsword in his hand, confronting White Mitchell.

As Sword Qi collided with Sword Qi, the air seemed to start twisting, a violent vibration cracked the ground, and the uproarious sound deafened everyone.

Kevin struggled to get up from the ground, breathlessly watching the scene before him. He had never seen such a spectacular battle before, it seemed like immortals fighting.

The man in the black robe sneered, “White Mitchell, you're not yet worthy to fight against me, but you're a good puppet to practice my sword skills.”

White Mitchell's anger flared, he couldn't help but roar, “Who are you? How dare you ignore my existence?”

The man in the black robe gazed at White Mitchell coldly, his eyes revealing a chilling murderous intent, “You're nothing but a street rat, worthy to be mentioned as existence?”

Before the voice fell, the man in the black robe's sword shimmered, turning into a streamer quickly stabbing towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell dodged in a panic, but the man's sword techniques were endless like a storm, continuously attacking him without any gap.

Kevin stared in surprise, the man in black's sword technique was so exquisite, each sword was incredibly precise, extremely fast. White Mitchell, although skillful, was always in a passive situation.

The black-robed man revealed a hatred for White Mitchell in his words, “White Mitchell, you've betrayed your master, and your promises, do you really think you can get away with it?”

White Mitchell suppressed his anger and sneered, “It isn't your place to lecture me, you're nothing but a bystander.”

The man in the black robe sneered as well, his sword technique becoming increasingly fierce. Multicolored sword light poured forth like a waterfall, completely enveloping White Mitchell.

White Mitchell no longer evaded, calmly unleashing his full strength in response to the change in sword technique, now slashing, now thrusting. Their sword techniques intersected skillfully, battling to the point where both took severe injuries.

Kevin's eyes widened; beyond confusion, he mostly felt awe for this battle. The incredible swordsmanship displayed by both filled him with admiration.

The standoff between the man in the black robe and White Mitchell lasted dozens of rounds, and the sword techniques on display became increasingly fierce. Both men were pushed to their limits, sweat seeping from their foreheads, but in their eyes there shone an unyielding determination.

The man in the black robe suddenly let out an angry roar, his sword light spinning wildly like a hurricane. White Mitchell immediately felt an enormous pressure; he knew he could not prolong this stalemate, or he would undoubtedly lose.

He gritted his teeth, his strength bursting forth, leading him to display a heavenly shaking sword technique. His sword technique was akin to a violent storm, its ferocity forcing the man in the black robe to go full-force on the defense.

White Mitchell finally found an opening; with his body springing upwards like a bird, he launched his final blow at the man in the black robe.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in the black robe. Still, he did not hold back; he lifted his sword to meet the strike.

Their swords collided, setting off a dazzling light. Sword against sword, metal clashing against metal, the deafening sound reverberating between heaven and earth.

Kevin kept his eyes fixed on the scene, his heart racing. He had a premonition that this strike would determine the winner of the battle.

Suddenly, the figure of the man in black robe faded, as if he were in the midst of fog. White Mitchell instantly felt an invisible force enveloping him, his sword momentum weakening significantly.

Seeing this scene, a trace of a ferocious smile flashed in the eyes of the man in the black robe. His sword momentum abruptly intensified, like a towering tidal wave, pressing against White Mitchell so hard he could hardly breathe.

Kevin watched in astonishment. He desperately wanted to shout, but could not utter a sound, left only to stare helplessly as White Mitchell gradually fell back.

The man in the black robe raised the corner of his mouth in a cold smile. He brandished his sword to attack. His domineering sword Qi was like a landslide, instantly toppling White Mitchell to the ground.

“White Mitchell, you must pay the price for today. There's no good end for those who betray their master,” the man in the black robe said icily.

White Mitchell's face was pale, but he gritted his teeth, a glow of defiance in his eyes, “No, I won't be defeated by you easily!”

As soon as his voice fell, White Mitchell's body emitted a strong light, as dazzling as the sun. He retaliated with his sword, his sword techniques becoming even more ferocious, his momentum surging.

The man in the black robe was taken aback, not expecting White Mitchell to unleash such immense power in this desperate situation. A hint of shock flashed in his eyes, leaving no room for him to take anything lightly.

Their sword techniques intersected again, and the two plunged into another intense battle. The man in the black robe increasingly found it difficult to cope. White Mitchell's sword technique became more and more sharp, like a mad beast threatening his life.

Kevin drew in a nervous breath. The figure of the man in the black robe in his eyes had become eerie, as though shrouded in misty black fog.

Amidst the collision of sword techniques, White Mitchell felt like he was getting closer to the chance of victory. He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and launched his final strike.

The man in the black robe's eyes became more vigilant as he sensed the aura of White Mitchell's counteroffensive. Yet, he did not retreat. Instead, he resolutely stepped up to meet White Mitchell's sword technique.

Their swords collided once more, sparking blinding flashes. This strike would determine everything.

White Mitchell swiftly drew back, his sword thrown uncontrollably onto the ground. The man in the black robe was also pushed back a few steps, but his posture remained steady.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Kevin's eyes, knowing that White Mitchell had lost. He couldn't help but admire. White Mitchell had lost, but he never surrendered, never betrayed his beliefs.

The man in the black robe stared at White Mitchell who had fallen to the ground, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, “White Mitchell, you indeed have courage, but your power is far from adequate.”

White Mitchell spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet a determined smile surfaced on his face. “My strength might be inadequate, but I'll never fall from grace like you.”

The expression of the man in the black robe turned even colder, as if he felt White Mitchell's determination; his murderous intent grew denser.

He raised his sword, ready to land White Mitchell the final, fatal blow. But at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across.

A figure swiftly appeared, shielding White Mitchell's body.

“Enough!” A deep voice rang out, rocking them like thunder.

The man in the black robe looked up in shock, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe slowly approaching. With his handsome face and noble demeanor, he seemed like a god.

Upon seeing the man in white, the man in the black robe instantly showed a look of awe, he quickly knelt on the ground, “Greetings, Master.”

White Mitchell looked up in surprise; he had never expected such a noble figure to appear at such a critical moment.

The man in the white robe glanced at White Mitchell, who lay on the ground, saying with indifference, “White Mitchell, you have truly walked yourself into a dead-end. You won't leave here alive today.”

The smile on White Mitchell's face stiffened. He realized the man in white has not come to protect him, but to finish off him.

The man in white extended his palm, a white shimmer enclosed it, and an invisible force instantly bound White Mitchell.

“You betrayed your master, and hurt innocent people, there is no chance left for you,” the man in the white robe said coldly.

White Mitchell bites down hard on his teeth. His entire body rapidly gathers a strong momentum. In this dire situation, he's showing ultimate determination, “Even if I die, I will not fear!”

A trace of admiration flickered in the eyes of the man in the white robe. He said no more, a light started to emit from his hand, gradually engulfing White Mitchell.

Kevin's heart raced as he watched this despairing scene unfold before his eyes. He wanted to rush up, but an invisible force firmly restrained him.

The man in the white robe lifted his palm, a complex look flickered in his eyes. “White Mitchell, your faith led to your downfall, and for that, you will pay the price.”

As soon as he finished speaking, White Mitchell seemed to be swallowed by an enormous force. His body gradually blurred and disappeared into thin air.

The man in the white robe withdrew his hand, looking deeply at Kevin for a moment, then turned and left. His figure slowly vanished into the distance, leaving Kevin alone, watching him disappear.

Chapter end