“Senior, you’ve misunderstood.” The middle-aged man of the Thunderclap Sect was terrified.
Wu Qiong and the other members of the Thunderclap Sect were all surprised and felt incredulous.
Mister Black Cloud sneered and pointed.
A black mist surrounded him.
The mist trapped the middle-aged man and was suffocating him.
He was very tough and endured it for a long time, but only after he was sure that he would die if he continued was he finally unable to hold back.
He yelled as his figure turned into a shadow and rushed out of the mist.
“Chang’an is worthy of its name.”
When he landed on the ground, his physique, looks, and voice had all changed.
Wu Qiong stared at his familiar junior brother who looked completely different.
With a flash of divine light in his heart, he recalled a legend circulating in the pugilistic world. “It’s the Secret Cabinet’s Phantom!”
Supposedly, in the Eastern Tang Dynasty’s Mingguang Cabinet, which was also the Secret Cabinet, there was an expert named Phantom. He was proficient in the art of disguise and could even change his flesh, bones, and figure.
The people of Thunderclap Sect had never thought they would encounter such a thing.
“Where is Junior Brother He?” someone shouted.
Phantom did not go far away, and Chen Jiezhi was blocking the path.
But the opponent he was most concerned about was still the old man in black, who had seen through his tracks.
Phantom turned a deaf ear to the shout of the Thunderclap Sect member.
Chen Jiezhi said slowly, “From what I know, anyone that Phantom impersonates has died.”
Phantom only smiled and did not reply as he thought about how to escape.
The Thunderclap Sect members were grief-stricken.
Wu Qiong was the first to recover his composure and saluted Mister Black Cloud. “I have let down Senior’s trust in me. I was deceived by a traitor and entered a wolf’s den. I hope for your forgiveness. He has harmed my fellow sect members. Our sect has an irreconcilable enmity with him!”
“I know who is loyal and who is not.” Mister Black Cloud sounded calm. “Otherwise, would you still be standing here?”
Zhang Dongyun had sensed something amiss when these people of the Thunderclap Sect had stepped into the scope of the system.
A person at the sixth realm was hiding among a group of martial artists at the third and fourth realms.
At first, he thought it was a Thunderclap Sect patriarch or a reclusive erudite senior who had come out of the mountain.
But the system immediately suggested that it was an intruder.
However, the Thunderclap Sect members were also kept in the dark and did not know anything about it.
Wu Qiong and the others were relieved to hear that Mister Black Cloud was not going to group them and Phantom as one party.
But everyone’s back was dripping with cold sweat.
In their eyes, the old man in black in front of them became more capricious and unfathomable.
The fact that he deliberately found fault with the Forgotten Truth Temple and turned against it made them all feel that it was absurd and incomprehensible.
They were amazed that he had discerning eyes and could expose Phantom’s disguise.
The interaction between the two made it impossible for them to fathom what Mister Black Cloud was thinking.
Did he find trouble with the Forgotten Truth Temple for some other reasons? Wu Qiong pondered as he looked at Phantom.
At this moment, Phantom was already engaged in a fight with Chen Jiezhi.
One side was mysterious and flexible, while the other was very open. Neither of them could do anything to the other at the moment.
Phantom’s proficiency was in speed and changes, and ordinary martial artists would be unable to withstand a single punch or kick given his sixth-realm Martial Dao cultivation.
He had a profound understanding of the changes in his own physical body and blood and had imitated a third-realm Thunderclap Sect disciple. Wu Qiong and the others had been unable to see anything wrong.
Right now, he had no intention to bother with Chen Jiezhi. He just wanted to use his speed and movement technique to break through and leave.
However, Chen Jiezhi used the Great Wind Cloud Palm, and a hurricane swept everywhere, surrounding Phantom’s way out in all directions.
Phantom had to be on guard against the old man in black and could not escape for the moment.
Suddenly, a powerful light appeared outside the fortress.
A gigantic umbrella flew out from the Forgotten Truth Temple’s Elder Tang Chi’s soul and covered their heads.
The umbrella blocked the terrifying blood rain caused by the old bloody shadow demon.
It flashed as it constantly rotated in the air.
Clouds hung from the umbrella like silk sashes and then spun and danced together.
Dense layers of clouds formed quickly and became suspended in midair, supporting the blood sea above.
“It’s one of the three legendary Dharma artifacts of the Forgotten Truth Temple, the Cloud Net Canopy!” Cao Feng exclaimed in shock.
The Cold Mountain disciples had lived under the shadow of the Forgotten Truth Temple for a long time and had heard about its greatest treasures from a young age.
When Cao Feng had gone to the Forgotten Truth Temple on behalf of the Cold Mountain Sect to deliver gifts, he had even witnessed the Cloud Net Canopy with his own eyes, so he could not help but blurt out the name at this moment.
In the blood sea, the old demon snorted.
Then a blood phoenix rushed out from the blood-red sea.
It flapped its wings, and a filthier and more sinister blood rain fell.
The pouring rain broke through the thick layers of clouds.
The clouds parted, revealing the flashing Cloud Net Canopy again.
The blood rain stained the umbrella, causing its glow to weaken.
Elder Tang Chi of the Forgotten Truth Temple desperately cast his Dharmic powers.
As the Cloud Net Canopy rotated rapidly, the light danced and partially purified the stains caused by the blood rain.
But then more blood water covered it immediately.
One side was polluting, while the other was purifying. They were temporarily in a tug-of-war state.
However, the blood water was contaminating the umbrella significantly faster.
Thanks to the protection of the Dharma artifact, the people of the Forgotten Truth Temple fled far and fast.
In the forest outside the fortress, more members of the Forgotten Truth Temple were guarding an old Daoist priest who seemed to be asleep.
The old Daoist priest looked like Tang Chi. This was his physical body.
Some martial artists in Chang’an Fortress searched the mountains and forests and found this place.
But Tang Chi’s sect members protected his physical body, so no one could get close to him for a while.
Tang Chi, with his other fellow sect members, rushed back to this side quickly.
The old bloody shadow demon was furious and chased after him, but the Cloud Net Canopy stopped it.
As soon as these people of the Forgotten Truth Temple were about to escape, a clear, dignified voice suddenly sounded in Chang’an Fortress. “You’re slow.”
The figures of the old bloody shadow demon, who was outside the fortress, and Mister Black Cloud, who was inside the fortress, shook.
“Your Majesty, please forgive me.” Mister Black Cloud’s figure instantly flickered, and he appeared behind Phantom.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his opponent’s shoulder.
Phantom, who was versatile in disguise, stopped for a moment.
Then he felt an irresistibly tremendous force on his shoulder.
He had no room to resist as Mister Black Cloud forced him to kneel.
The old bloody shadow demon outside the fortress also became ruthless. The blood phoenix soared, landed on the Cloud Net Canopy, and extended its claws to grab it.
The old Daoist priest under the Dharma artifact exerted all his strength to desperately hold the Cloud Net Canopy and prevent the old bloody shadow demon from tearing it apart.
The two sides paused strangely in midair in a stalemate.
At this moment, the clouds hanging on the Cloud Net Canopy suddenly changed.
Tang Chi was horrified to discover that he and the Cloud Net Canopy had lost control of spiritual energy.
The clouds in midair condensed into a large hand.
With a flip of its palm, the old bloody shadow demon, the people of Forgotten Truth Temple, and the others were all sent flying.
Tang Chi did not even have time to react before the hand grabbed him into the center of its palm.
Furthermore, a misty hand appeared where his physical body was.
The Forgotten Truth Temple disciples, who were guarding him, were dumbfounded as they were sent flying.
Tang Chi’s body fell into the second huge hand.
Next, the two huge misty hands suddenly slammed together toward the middle!