The Difficult to Retract Blade was short and small, like a miniature toy, so when it was revealed, it immediately caused the bandits to burst into laughter.
Jun Changxiao wished he could find a crack to crawl into—it was just too damn embarrassing.
Impossible, impossible.
A blade that required an Unsealing Talisman to break its seal absolutely couldn’t be this short and powerless. It must have something extraordinary about it!
While Jun Changxiao consoled himself, he pinched the blade’s handle between two fingers, his gaze turning cold: “Obediently hand over my sect’s disciples and there’s still room for negotiation. Otherwise, don’t blame This Seat for going on a killing spree in Black Wind Stronghold!”
Even if it was embarrassing, he still had to force himself to act cool.
However, pinching a miniature blade resembling a toy made him look quite ridiculous.
“A killing spree? With that blade?”
“Can that blade even cut watermelon?”
“Taking away the handle portion, if the remaining blade can cut through an apple, that would already be impressive!”
“Bwahaha!”
“I can’t—my stomach hurts from laughing…”
Many bandits were doubled over with laughter, tears nearly streaming from their eyes.
“Kid.”
The four leaders, either clenching their fists or brandishing their weapons, approached step by step: “Are you risking your life to make us laugh?”
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao exhaled: “Just treat it as a joke then.”
“Enough nonsense.”
Zhou Tianba said impatiently: “Quickly capture him and search his body for valuables.”
“Yes!”
The four leaders received their orders. After exchanging glances to confirm, they charged together.
This time, their attacks covered more than half the area. Jun Changxiao, forced into a corner, would find it very difficult to dodge.
Unless he broke out of the arena.
But there were several hundred bandits outside…
Jun Changxiao had no doubt that the moment he stepped out, he’d be swallowed by the human wave and fall into an even more passive position.
No choice.
He could only use the Unsealing Talisman.
“Snap!”
Just as the four leaders were about to strike, Jun Changxiao’s consciousness entered his spatial ring, and he crushed the Unsealing Talisman without hesitation.
“Ding!”
“Host has used Unsealing Talisman ×1!”
“Ding!”
“Difficult to Retract Blade’s seal has been released!”
When the system notification sounded, Jun Changxiao clearly felt spiritual energy emerging from the Difficult to Retract Blade his fingers were pinching.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Just then, the four leaders attacked from different directions. Some leapt into the air, some thrust out their fists, some swung blades down, some pressed down with spiked clubs.
The situation was dire!
Jun Changxiao, caught in danger, held the sheath between his left fingers and gripped the handle with his right fingers. His body bent halfway as he prayed for a miracle while not forgetting to act cool, saying in a low voice: “Bankai.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
On the training ground, light exploded forth.
The intense light made it difficult for the bandits to open their eyes. Even Zhou Tianba with his Wutu cultivation closed his eyes, surprise appearing on his face.
Suddenly flashing light—could that unremarkable little blade actually be a high-quality weapon?
As he was thinking this, the intense light suddenly weakened. Zhou Tianba was able to open his eyes, only to suddenly discover something resembling a blade tip positioned one finger’s distance from his nose.
It wasn’t resembling—it was a blade tip!
Zhou Tianba focused his gaze and followed along from the tip. He saw Jun Changxiao forty meters away, gripping a handle with one hand, and suspended in the air between them was a very, very long… blade!
Outside the training ground, silence reigned.
Over two hundred people, over two hundred pairs of eyes, from different angles staring at the blade that extended from Jun Changxiao’s hand all the way to the chief’s nose, their facial expressions completely frozen.
What about the four attacking leaders?
They were scattered on the ground, their bodies either cut in half at the waist or cleaved in two, blood mixing with the dirt.
All dead.
When Jun Changxiao drew his blade, in the instant of flashing light, they had already died beneath the forty-meter blade.
“Gulp!”
Zhou Tianba swallowed, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his palms resting on the armrests trembling slightly.
The blade’s length wasn’t what was frightening. What was frightening was that the blade tip concentrated a point of cold light that emanated a powerful pressure, making even breathing difficult!
He had no doubt that if Jun Changxiao took even one small step forward, his head would be easily torn apart by the blade!
Absolutely not Common Grade—definitely Medium Grade!
The chief instantly made a guess about the Difficult to Retract Blade’s quality. His heartbeat rapidly accelerated, and fear appeared in his eyes.
The Second Leader and others sitting on both sides looked terrified. They didn’t dare make any rash moves, because the blade was truly too long—just one swing could cut them down.
“So this is the Difficult to Retract Blade…”
Jun Changxiao held the forty-meter blade single-handedly, his expression quite animated.
The first wish weapon given by the system, after unsealing, hadn’t disappointed him. The aura and power it emanated far exceeded the Elementary Grade Cold Edge Sword.
But damn it, forty meters was way too long!
He’d just complained it was too small, now he was complaining it was too long. This guy was truly hard to please.
Zhou Tianba, with the blade tip pointed at him, suppressed his terror: “Sect Master Jun! Please retract your blade—let’s talk this through!”
Afraid, truly afraid!
Jun Changxiao said flatly: “Once This Seat’s forty-meter blade is drawn, it’s very hard to retract, so…”
“Swish!”
With a twist of his wrist, the blade directly sliced off the Second Leader’s head: “Give him a proper burial.”
“Thud!”
The head rolled to the ground, its expression frozen in terror.
Jun Changxiao’s sword strike wasn’t particularly fast. With the Second Leader’s cultivation, he should have been able to dodge. Why was his head still severed?
Because when the Difficult to Retract Blade struck, it would lock onto the target in advance according to the wielder’s intent, erupting with powerful pressure that made it impossible to move even a fraction.
In other words, the Second Leader just now was like a bound criminal awaiting execution, able only to extend his neck while kneeling on the ground, waiting for the executioner’s merciless strike.
This was the first wish weapon given by the system.
This was the Difficult to Retract Blade that could only be used after the Unsealing Talisman broke its seal.
After testing the blade, Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction: “Formidable.”
……
If this had been earlier, when the Second Leader was killed, the bandits would definitely have been furious, definitely charging over recklessly.
But now they tacitly cowered outside the training ground, deep terror on their faces, deep fear emanating from their eyes!
A forty-meter blade!
If that guy casually swung it, it would definitely sweep across, killing a large swath!
Who dared advance? Who dared charge?
If they didn’t advance, if they didn’t charge, could they avoid disaster descending?
The answer was—no!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao swung his right hand. The forty-meter blade traced an arc of flowing light, like activating lawn-mowing dynasty warriors mode, directly cutting more than twenty bandits in half at the waist.
“Smack!”
The only two remaining leaders sitting in their chairs slapped their armrests. Erupting with twelfth-stage cultivation, they killed their way over from left and right.
Weapon length had advantages and disadvantages. Long weapons excelled at ranged combat and group battles but were vulnerable to close quarters. The two seized the opening when Jun Changxiao attacked, rushing quickly forward, hoping that getting close could restrict him!
It was useless.
Because Jun Changxiao glanced back at them, and the pressure erupting from the Difficult to Retract Blade swept over torrentially, causing both men to freeze in place instantly.
“Squelch!”
“Squelch!”
Blade light flashed, heads flew out.
Thus, all eight minor leaders of Black Wind Stronghold had perished, leaving only Zhou Tianba, the chief.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao raised the forty-meter blade upright and walked step by step toward the high platform.
Because he was locked on, even though Zhou Tianba was a Wutu, under the terrifying pressure he couldn’t move a fraction. He could only watch in fear as Jun Changxiao, like a demon, approached step by step.
“Step.”
Jun Changxiao placed one foot on the steps, holding the Difficult to Retract Blade upright in one hand while pointing toward the open area outside: “This Seat will let you run thirty-nine meters first.”