Zhang Yue stood amidst the mystical, mist-wrapped Bamboo Forest, feeling as though he had stepped into a forgotten fantasy world. The mist swirled like a delicate veil, enshrouding every stalk of bamboo and casting a dreamlike yet perilous atmosphere over the entire grove. His every nerve was as taut as a bowstring on the verge of snapping, and he listened with utmost concentration to the increasingly distinct rustling sound, as if bracing for an unknown storm to break.
Suddenly, a bizarre Blade Serpent darted like a ghost from the depths of the bamboo grove. Its body was slender and agile, stretching fully three zhang in length like a flowing ribbon of silver. Its entire form flickered with a cold, metallic sheen, as though pieced together from countless sharp blades, and refracted the mist into a chilling, eerie glow. Its head was as sharp as an awl, with blade-like edges extending from its sides that quivered slightly as it slithered, seeming to slice invisible trails through the air.
"Good grief, what on earth is this freakish thing? It looks just like a moving broadsword—truly an eye-opener!" Zhang Yue muttered inwardly in wonder. The wealth of experience he had accumulated from years of navigating the pugilistic world allowed him to rapidly regain his composure after his initial shock. He gripped his longsword—a weapon weathered by countless battles—his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. At that moment, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, piercing throug…
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