Chapter 47

The phantom of the white-bearded old man solidified completely, standing before us like a living person. A cold, piercing light flashed within his deep eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze as a powerful pressure swept over me, leaving me almost breathless. The horsetail whisk in his hand gently swayed, as though he commanded the laws of heaven and earth. Zhou Wan and I stood back to back, ready for battle, not daring to let down our guard for even a second. "Young man, if you wish to enter the treasure chamber, you must first get past me." The voice of the white-bearded old man was like a great bell, causing my eardrums to ring. I knew this battle was inevitable. Rather than sitting here waiting to die, I might as well take the initiative. I took a deep breath, channeled my spiritual energy to its absolute limit, and the long sword in my hand began to hum. Instead of attacking directly, I executed a new combination of spells known as the "Wind-Thunder Sword Art". This was a technique I had only recently comprehended, combining the swiftness of wind spells with the overbearing dominance of lightning spells, and its power far exceeded anything I had managed before.