Hidden Blade

Chapter 31 Dajun, Do You Dare to Make a Bet

The journey up the mountain wasn't easy either.

It took Xu Han and Canghai Liu 17 days to climb to the top of Great Abyss Mountain .

This was also the reason why Canghai Liuliu had used magical techniques to help him along the way. If Xu Han were to do it himself, even if he didn't slip and fall, it would probably take him two to three months to reach the peak alive.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed.

The peak of the Great Abyss Mountain was a bare circular platform that was a hundred zhang long. It was extremely flat, not like it was formed from heaven, but rather, it was more like it had been flattened by a huge sharp blade.

This thought made Xu Han shiver.

He could not imagine just how powerful an existence it was to be able to achieve this.

Perhaps only the legendary Great Sage of the Monster race had such strength, but once he recalled some legends about the Great Abyss Mountain , Xu Han had no choice but to doubt for the first time whether this seemingly ridiculous statement was true or not.

Compared to Xu Han's suspicions, Canghai Liuliu seemed familiar.

When he reached the peak of the mountain, he suddenly stopped and remained silent for a while.

"We're here."

He said.

Her voice was deep and gentle.

It was as if he was sighing and saying goodbye.

"Senior?" Beside him, Xu Han looked at the empty dome and then at the solemn expression of the ocean currents. He didn't know why, but he was also uneasy.

At that moment, the ocean current landed on the dome.

Xu Han was shocked and was about to follow, but an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of him. Xu Han, who was overwhelmed by what he saw, collided with the black cat on his shoulder and fell to the ground with a heavy bounce.

"Kid." Canghai Liuliu, who landed on the dome, stood with his hands behind his back. He looked up into the distance and said this.

Xu Han, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and looked at Canghai Liu in confusion. He was just about to say something.

"If that day comes, I will bring my sword with me…"

"The number of victories and losses is unknown."

However, Canghai Liu's voice rang out first.

Then, Xu Han was still stunned, but Canghai Liuliu's hand suddenly stretched out. He held it in the void, and Xu Han felt his back tremble. The scarlet sword let out a clear cry and transformed into a streak of light that leapt into Canghai Liuliu's hand.

Canghai Liuliu was naturally the same as Canghai Liuliu, describing him as sloppy and ragged.

It was just that a mountain breeze suddenly came from nowhere at that moment.

The white hair on his forehead that looked like weeds was raised by the mountain wind, and the gray robe around his body stirred.

A mighty aura surged out of his body, and the dust on the dome immediately rippled out.

Canghai Liuliu looked into the distance, and a divine light shone in his murky eyes. It was as if the roars of dragons and tigers could be heard in the heavens and earth.

Xu Han stared blankly at Canghai Liuliu in the distance. He suddenly remembered that day when Canghai Liuliu had gone to Heavenly Battle City, he did not bring this sword with him.

And if you take it with you…

"Brat, I forgot to ask you. Do you dare to take the arm I found for you?" Canghai Liu suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Han and asked.

Xu Han smelled the meaning behind Canghai Liu's words. He stood up and looked at Canghai Liu silently for a long time. Finally, he bowed respectfully and said with a solemn expression, "Senior has bestowed him with Xu Han."

"Alright!"

Hearing this, Canghai Liu laughed loudly. It was as if he had fulfilled a certain wish. The expression on his face immediately relaxed. Then, he withdrew his gaze and raised the sword in his hand high under Xu Han's gaze.

"The thirty-ninth abandoned disciple of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Canghai Liuliu, wishes to see Great Lord!"

"The thirty-ninth abandoned disciple of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Canghai Liuliu, wishes to see Great Lord!!"

"The thirty-ninth abandoned disciple of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Canghai Liuliu, wishes to see Great Lord!!!"

…

At that time, the voice of the Vast Ocean Stream spread out like a tide, louder and louder, echoing back and forth on the uninhabited peak of the Great Abyss Mountain .

He shouted nine times before stopping, but the echoes were still echoing.

Another dozen breaths passed.

Canghai Liu's voice gradually stopped, but Xu Han looked at Canghai Liu doubtfully, not knowing what he was doing.

Boom!

Right at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly sounded from within the forest.

The beast was alarmed, and the bird flapped its wings.

"Hu…"

Before Xu Han could recover from the loud noise, a long breath came from all directions.

The voice resembled the murmurs of some gigantic creature that had awakened from a long slumber.

Xu Han had never experienced such a strange scene before. He lowered his eyes and looked around vigilantly. Even the black cat on his shoulder noticed something strange at that time. Its eyes narrowed into slits, and the fangs at the corners of its mouth were exposed. Occasionally, it would let out an oozing scream.

Compared to Xu Han and the Black Cat's alert, Canghai Liu seemed to have anticipated such a situation. He placed his sword behind his back and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at a certain spot in front of him as if he was patiently waiting for something.

"Another three hundred years?"

After a few breaths, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

At that moment, a red phantom gradually appeared in front of Canghai Liu.

Xu Han was still far away, unable to see the phantom clearly. He felt that the phantom figure came out of thin air, as if it had walked out of thin air. It was extremely strange.

The red phantom naturally didn't care about Xu Han. From the moment he appeared, his gaze landed directly on Canghai Liuliu. He sized up Canghai Liuliu for a while. After a long time, the phantom withdrew its gaze and said slowly.

"What exactly happened in the past three hundred years? The Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum actually sent a Great Evolution Realm mortal to seal the true body. Did the world not remember its name for too long, or did the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum lose its inheritance?"

The phantom's voice was not very loud, but it carried with it an innate dignity of a superior.

When Xu Han heard this, the words "three hundred years" and "seal" contained in the few words of the phantom in the distance showed Xu Han that the phantom was extraordinary. It was even very likely that it was a legendary immortal or a great demon.

"Dajun, you're joking. Dajun's prestige is something that no one dares to forget even after thousands of years. How dare my Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum underestimate Dajun?" Canghai Liu seemed to have anticipated the appearance of this phantom. He smiled and said with a calm tone, but the light in his eyes grew brighter.

"Oh?" The phantom's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a cold light suddenly appeared inside.

"Then do you think you can seal the true body?"

"The Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum was ordered by our ancestors to guard the Great Lord. It has been over 4,000 years since it was suppressed every three hundred years. Even though my cultivation is inferior to my ancestors', I am still unwilling to let down the great trust of my ancestors. I am willing to give it a try with my broken body."

Canghai Liu seemed to have ignored the mockery in the words of the phantom. He said seriously, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, but extremely serious.

"Huh?" The phantom seemed to have sensed the seriousness of Vastsea Stream's attitude. He put away his teasing expression and sized up the old man in front of him.

"In more than 4,500 years, fourteen Southern Desolate Sword Immortals have been here one after another. Only two or three left alive. Do you want to suppress me for another three hundred years, or are you in a hurry to release me?" The phantom asked again. There was less arrogance and more doubt in his voice.

"Whether you succeed or fail, you have to give it a try. However, since you are so confident, do you dare to bet with me?" Canghai Liu still maintained his neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and his calm tone made the Great Lord, who had lived for countless years, have an illusion that he could not see through it.

But the phantom had his pride after all. After a moment of silence, he said again, "Alright, but what do you want to bet with me?"

"If I am unfortunate enough to perish and fail to suppress the Grand Lord like the previous sages, I can guarantee that no one will return to the Great Abyss Mountain within ten years. Whether or not the Grand Lord can escape within these ten years depends on the Grand Lord's good fortune." Canghai Liu said slowly.

The phantom clearly did not expect Canghai Liu to put forward such a bet, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

He had been sealed here for more than four thousand years, and the seal would loosen every three hundred years. Therefore, every time the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum sent disciples to reinforce the seal, most of those who came died by his hands, but at the same time, he was unable to prevent the seal from being reinforced again and again.

Such a lonely four thousand years was truly too difficult to endure. If what Canghai Liu said was true, then giving him another ten years and the disciples of the Mausoleum of No Swords causing trouble again was not impossible. Therefore, the conditions offered by Canghai Liu could be said to be extremely attractive to him.

But at the same time, that Great Lord was not a fool.

Since Canghai Liuliu dared to make such a bet, this item that he wanted was definitely not of ordinary quality, and he was definitely extremely confident in his own strength. The phantom could understand this, but it could not let go of its desire for freedom.

He pondered for a long time before asking, "What if you succeed?"

Hearing this, Canghai Liu smiled and said slowly.

"If I am lucky enough to win, I want something from the Sovereign."

As soon as Canghai Liu said those words, Xu Han, who had been completely shocked by the conversation between the two of them, suddenly regained his senses. He looked at Canghai Liu in disbelief. The pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated, and a faint terrifying guess floated in his mind.

"What is it?" The phantom asked with a frown. He had been sealed here for more than four thousand years, and there was no longer anything long on his body. He really couldn't understand what Canghai Liuliu was looking for.

"One of Dajun's arms."

As soon as these words were spoken, both the phantom and the distant Xu Han's pupils suddenly dilated, and fury and horror appeared between their brows.

"This sovereign's arm?" The phantom said with a deep gaze. Killing intent surged out of his gaze as he looked at Canghai Liu.

"Dajun doesn't dare?" Canghai Liu, on the other hand, did not care. The scarlet sword was abruptly held in his hand, pointing at the phantom with Ling Li's sword tip. He asked in such a manner, and his tone carried a trace of disdain.

The phantom naturally recognized the contempt in Canghai Liuliu's words. How could he accept it? He frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Alright!"