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Chapter 383 The Secret of Little Li's Flying Dagger

As the Great Joyful Bodhisattva rapidly approached, Li Xunhuan shoved Cheng Shifei, who was trying to block his way, aside, and his figure became blurry.

Having just exchanged blows, Li Xunhuan knew that even at his peak, he was no match for the Great Joyful Bodhisattva in terms of strength.

Not to mention that Li Xunhuan still has residual poison in his body, and he was also injured in the fight with the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

Therefore, when facing the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva again, Li Xunhuan did not choose to confront her head-on. Instead, he used his lightness skill to the extreme, like a fish swimming against the current. Just as the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva approached, he narrowly missed her sweeping arm, which was as thick as a giant pillar.

The strong wind blew like a knife across his face, making Li Xunhuan's long hair dance wildly and his clothes flutter loudly.

"Can you dodge it once, but ten times?"

The Great Joyful Bodhisattva let out a deep, strange laugh. Her enormous body suddenly stopped, defying all logic. Her thick left arm, like a giant python turning over, swept in the opposite direction with a muffled, whistling sound, her five fingers spread wide, as if trying to grab Li Xunhuan in one swift motion.

Li Xunhuan's figure changed again. He lightly touched the broken wall beside him with his toes, and used the force to soar into the sky. In mid-air, he twisted and turned, and his right hand, with fingers like a sword, made a "hissing" sound as he accurately targeted several acupoints on the arms, shoulders and neck of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

The finger strength is refined and sharp, cutting through the air.

However, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva ignored Li Xunhuan's finger strikes and didn't even think about defending herself.

When Li Xunhuan's finger strikes landed on her skin, they only left a few light white dots, which were instantly smoothed out by the writhing fat, without even breaking the oily skin.

Her strangely fat body and her powerful internal energy cultivation were comparable to the finest armor.

"Tickling?"

The Great Joyful Bodhisattva laughed wildly, clenched her right fist, and threw it at Li Xunhuan without any fancy moves. Wherever her fist passed, the air was violently compressed, producing a loud bang, and it went straight for Li Xunhuan's chest.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

If that punch lands, not to mention Li Xunhuan's current severely injured body, even in his prime, he would probably not escape serious injury.

On the roof, Gu Shaoan watched the two fight, his eyes flashing slightly.

Even just from watching for a short while, Gu Shaoan could feel the immense power of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva's defenses.

However, based on what I just saw during the battle, the martial arts of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva are quite unique. She can use her own internal energy in conjunction with the layers of fat on her body to neutralize the force of the enemy's attacks.

However, compared to the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill," the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva's method of combining her own fat for defense is nothing more than a shortcut.

Although Li Xunhuan's lightness skill was outstanding, he had too few other martial arts skills and techniques.

This meant that when Li Xunhuan faced the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, his ordinary methods and attacks were completely ineffective in causing her any harm.

Perhaps the only thing that could allow Li Xunhuan to defeat the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was Li Xunhuan's own signature skill, Little Li Flying Dagger.

This also piqued Gu Shaoan's interest in the upcoming battle.

Li Xunhuan's face grew even paler, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He forcefully gathered his energy, and his body miraculously shifted three feet to the side in mid-air. At the same time, he gently pressed and guided the opponent's fist with his left palm, attempting to neutralize the attack with skillful force.

"boom!"

But as soon as the fist and palm made slight contact, Li Xunhuan was struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying sideways by the force of the fist, his blood and qi churning violently, and a sweet taste rose in his throat.

He staggered to the ground, bracing himself with his hands to avoid falling, but his breathing became heavy and rapid, and a large patch of his clothes was soaked with blood.

In just a few rounds of fighting, Li Xunhuan had used all his skills, including lightness skills, finger techniques, palm strikes, and techniques for deflecting force, all of which demonstrated the style and adaptability of a first-class master. However, when facing the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, a ferocious beast that was invulnerable to swords and spears and possessed immense strength, all his skills seemed pale and powerless.

Absolute defense and power created a crushing defeat that left everyone in despair.

The Bodhisattva of Great Joy, having gained the upper hand, pressed on with a gait that shook the earth, her small eyes filled with a cat-and-mouse-like schadenfreude and greed.

Li Xunhuan knelt on the ground, coughing violently, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head, looking at the shadow that loomed over him like a dark cloud, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished, replaced by an extreme calmness and clarity.

His hand slowly moved towards his waist.

Just as the Great Joyful Bodhisattva grinned and stretched out her giant hand to grab his head.

A faint, almost imperceptible glint of cold light silently emanated from Li Xunhuan's fingertips.

"call out--"

A faint, almost imperceptible sound as if it were cutting through the air.

Li Xunhuan knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, breathing heavily. His face was as pale as paper; this strike seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. Yet, his eyes shone exceptionally brightly.

The moment he throws his throwing knife, you know it will never miss.

He has that confidence.

And the result was exactly as Li Xunhuan had expected.

A delicate throwing knife, three inches and seven fen long and as thin as a willow leaf, had precisely pierced her eye socket, leaving only a slit squeezed by fat, until the hilt disappeared completely.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Fan Sanshan and Tie Chuanjia, who were desperately resisting the Five Poisons Cult members in the distance, as well as Cheng Shifei, who had just gotten up, all stared in astonishment at this scene.

He Baiyao's smile vanished instantly, and his dark pupils contracted slightly.

In the shadows, the figure that blended seamlessly with the shadows seemed to move slightly.

On the rooftop, Gu Shaoan, who had witnessed Li Xunhuan's strike, showed a hint of surprise in his usually calm eyes for the first time.

Ultimately, a throwing knife is nothing more than a concealed weapon.

But over the centuries, only Li Xunhuan's throwing knives have earned him the reputation of "never missing a shot" in the martial arts world.

While the weapon ranking system certainly played a role, it is enough to show that Li Xunhuan's throwing knives must have their own unique features.

Therefore, Gu Shaoan used to feel awe towards Little Li's Flying Dagger, but now he feels curiosity.

Just as Li Xunhuan drew his sword, Gu Shaoan sensed two familiar things.

Knife thought.

And the power of heaven and earth.

If that's the case, that's it.

The key point is that Gu Shaoan had just vaguely sensed that the sword intent aura emanating from Li Xunhuan was quite unique.

It resembles the second level of sword intent, but it also carries a very special personal aura and a hint of spirituality, as if it has entered the stage of sword intent after man and sword become one.

However, Gu Shaoan was certain that Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship was at most at the level of "having a sword in hand but no sword in mind," and he had never reached the level of man and sword becoming one.

Otherwise, Li Xunhuan's strength would definitely be comparable to that of masters like Pang Ban and Zhu Wushi. Even while poisoned, Li Xunhuan could defeat the Great Joyful Bodhisattva within three moves simply by condensing the sword energy within his body.

The power of that last strike was enough to split the Great Joyful Bodhisattva in two.

Reflecting on what he had just witnessed, Gu Shaoan was more inclined to believe that when Li Xunhuan used the "Little Li Flying Dagger," he was able to temporarily imbue the dagger with a sense of unity between man and blade.

"Interesting. No wonder Li Xunhuan's throwing knives are so powerful and unique."

Having witnessed Li Xunhuan's strike, Gu Shaoan finally understood why Little Li's Flying Dagger had earned such a great reputation in the martial arts world.

It truly lives up to its name.

Inside the arena, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, who was frozen in place.

"Ho... ho ho..."

However, in the next moment, a deep, hoarse laugh, still carrying that eerie, sticky, and heavy quality, came out of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva's throat once again.

The laughter did not stop; instead, after a brief pause, it became even louder and more eerie, echoing in the silent night sky. It sent chills down Li Xunhuan's spine and made him feel a cold shiver run down his spine.

He couldn't help but look up, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpoints.

Then he saw the Bodhisattva of Great Joy walking slowly and steadily toward him.

Crimson blood, mixed with a little yellowish-white substance, was gushing from her right eye socket, sliding down her plump cheek and dripping onto her bright red brocade robe, spreading into darker patches of crimson.

But she seemed oblivious to the pain; her left eye, squeezed into a slit by her fat, remained fixed on Li Xunhuan with obvious madness.

She giggled, her voice like the hooting of an owl: "Li Xunhuan, I've already set my sights on you, you can't escape now."

As she spoke, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva even raised her plump right hand, adorned with a jeweled ring, and slowly and steadily grasped the exposed hilt of the throwing knife.

"How many throwing knives do you have left? Use them all at once!"

As she spoke, she suddenly exerted force and pulled the throwing knife out of her eye socket, bringing with it a string of blood beads and some questionable soft tissue.

Then, to everyone's disbelief and near-fear, she carelessly shoved the throwing knife, stained with her own blood and eye socket tissue, into her bright red mouth, which was heavily rouged.

"Crack...crack...creak..."

The sickeningly clear sound of metal being chewed, deformed, and shattered echoed clearly throughout the street.

She actually chewed up a throwing knife made of fine steel.

Spitting out the chewed fragments of throwing knives from her mouth, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva sneered, "Even if a hundred knives this big were stuck in my body, I wouldn't care!"

Li Xunhuan was completely stunned, his arms supporting him on the ground even began to tremble slightly. His face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. Looking at the monster that was approaching step by step, its eyes bleeding but grinning as it chewed on steel, an unprecedented chill and sense of powerlessness instantly overwhelmed him.

This woman is not human; she's more like a giant beast from ancient times wearing human skin.

Looking at the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva opposite him, the sharpness in Li Xunhuan's body vanished completely at this moment.

Seeing that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was still unharmed, He Baiyao and the members of the Five Poisons Sect breathed a sigh of relief and once again launched an attack on Fan Sanshan and Tie Chuanjia.

"Whoosh!"

However, just as the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was gradually increasing her speed and was about to rush in front of Li Xunhuan, a sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out.

As if sensing something, the frenzied look on the face of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, who had just picked up speed, suddenly froze, and her whole body sank heavily, leaving two dents in the already unbearable bluestone beneath her feet.

"boom!"

Just as the body of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva came to a stop, a sheathed longsword slammed into the ground like lightning striking from the sky.

The moment the scabbard plunged into the ground, a deep dent formed within a ten-foot radius of the scabbard, sending up clouds of dust.

When the smoke cleared, everyone's eyes fell on the sheathed longsword less than two zhang away from the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

The hilt and scabbard are both gold and silver, covered with intricate patterns, making them both expensive and extraordinary.

At the very center of the hilt, the dense patterns converge to form the two characters "倚天" (Yitian).

The next instant, a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star and landed beside the Heaven-Slaying Sword, landing silently without disturbing the dust beneath its feet.

Looking at Gu Shaoan, and then at the Yitian Sword stuck in the ground beside him, He Baiyao's expression changed.

"Gu Shaoan, the young master of the Emei Sect?"

Upon hearing He Baiyao's words, the expressions of all the Five Poisons Sect members present changed drastically, and their eyes were quickly filled with apprehension as they looked at Gu Shaoan.

Even the Five Poisons Sect disciples who had just besieged Fan Sanshan and Tie Chuanjia stopped.

Everyone looked at Gu Shaoan, who had suddenly appeared on the street.

However, compared to the others, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva looked at Gu Shaoan, who had a handsome face and outstanding temperament, and her one intact eye flashed with a sharp light.

Greed and covetousness were also clearly visible on the face of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

"Very well, very well. I've heard before that the young master of the Emei Sect is as handsome as Pan An, a rare beauty. Today, this Bodhisattva is truly blessed with good fortune."

Hearing the words of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, Gu Shaoan frowned slightly.

Before Gu Shaoan could speak, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva activated her inner energy and pounced on him.

At the same time, his fat, large hand rose up and slammed directly into Gu Shaoan's neck.

Upon seeing this, Gu Shaoan's eyes sharpened, and as the vast and powerful internal energy surged within him like a raging river, his right wrist suddenly rotated.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - Dragon Appears in the Field

"Ang~"

A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly shattered the tranquility of the street.

Nine solid and domineering dragon-shaped energies, resembling pure gold, roared and swirled around him.

As Gu Shaoan struck out with his right palm, all nine dragon-shaped energies surged into his right hand, enveloping his entire right hand in a condensed, almost tangible, golden energy.

Facing Gu Shaoan's palm strike, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva neither dodged nor avoided it; instead, her right hand, which was grabbing Gu Shaoan's neck, suddenly turned into a fist.

Faced with the actions of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, Gu Shaoan's eyes were sharp as swords, but a cold and disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

The right palm, enveloped in a golden dragon-shaped energy that was as solid as a substance, did not lose momentum; on the contrary, it accelerated three times faster, heading straight to meet the attack with an unstoppable and domineering force.

　The scene of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva chewing on a weapon is from the original text! It wasn't added on purpose!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)