The Little Li Flying Dagger Stirs

The Eight-Aspect Worlds unfolded, light and shadow flickering. Xiao Chen appeared in an instant before Yizhen and the Azure Dragon King.

An uninvited guest had arrived at extreme speed, drawing every gaze. When the crowd saw who it was, expressions varied.

“You?”

The Little Li Flying Dagger inheritor, clad in white as snow and cold as ice, spoke with a cutting tone: “Stand aside. Do you know what you are doing?”

“Of course I do,” Xiao Chen replied calmly.

“Roar…” The Azure Dragon King gave a low roar, came forward, and shook its head amiably at Xiao Chen—it had recognized an old friend.

Yizhen, who appeared transcendent and untouched by worldly dust, drifted over with a smile. “At last we meet again.”

“We’ll catch up later.” Xiao Chen faced the Little Li Flying Dagger with full vigilance. That was a true death-dealing blade—among same-level experts, it was a terror, a power of deterrence.

Divine arts were self-created by excavating the body’s treasures, but the Little Li Flying Dagger was a battle skill forged through countless generations of polishing—a transcendent divine art that could be inherited. Its power was unfathomable.

“You are aiding an alien…” The Flying Dagger inheritor’s words were icy, a blade-light gleaming at his fingertip, dazzlingly bright.

Yizhen wanted to step forward so Xiao Chen wouldn’t have to face the terrible dagger, but Xiao Chen stopped him. To the Flying Dagger inheritor, he said, “Alien? That’s hardly accurate.”

“How is he not an alien? Our two nations are at war. He is one of the strongest young experts of the Fan Kingdom, and very likely a reincarnation of the Buddha—and you are helping him.”

If he could avoid bloodshed, Xiao Chen did not want to fight these twelve experts to the death. Each one had power comparable to his own or Yizhen’s. He shook his head. “First, understand that I am not a citizen of Great Shang. Helping anyone is normal for me. Moreover, the Fan Kingdom is a multiracial state; Yizhen is clearly of Eastern descent—how can he be an alien? On the other hand, when you join hands with experts from the Roman Empire, that is truly an alliance with aliens.”

Among the twelve experts, half were from Great Shang and half from the Roman Empire—black and gold stood out starkly.

“This is an alliance between friendly states. I won’t waste words.” The Flying Dagger inheritor stared coldly at Xiao Chen, his right hand slowly rising. Between his pale fingers, a flying dagger appeared—the length of a finger, thumb-wide, crystalline and nearly transparent, radiating a dazzling brilliance. It was as perfect as a work of art, like a finely carved jade treasure. But the murderous aura flowing from it… seized the soul.

“I do not wish to start a conflict. I ask you to show leniency. I care nothing for the others—I only want to take Yizhen away. I will remember this debt.”

“Heh…” Laughter came from behind. The religious expert of the Roman Empire flew over. This man had once defeated Chu Xingkuang during the young experts’ duel between Great Shang and Rome, and had also exchanged a single move with Xiao Chen using his Star Formation—his cultivation was unfathomable. His name was Samo. Now he showed his true face, no longer shrouded in mist. He was tall, with flowing golden hair and a brilliant smile, his eyes as bright as sapphires. Samo looked at Xiao Chen with a grin. “This is a war between nations; personal favors have no place here. Besides, he killed one of our experts—how could we let him go?”

Xiao Chen nodded. “Yes, personal favors have no place. Different standpoints naturally clash. From different angles, none of us is wrong—only our affiliations differ. Very well, since no one is wrong, let strength decide. If we are strong, we leave; if we are not, we perish here.”

“Xiao Chen, you must not act. I can handle this myself,” Yizhen said, not wanting Xiao Chen to be drawn into such danger. The enemy held an absolute numerical advantage, and every one of them was their equal—there was truly no chance of victory.

Xiao Chen waved his hand. “Say no more.”

“Then… very well.” Yizhen said nothing further. Polite words between friends would be hypocrisy. He had recently heard that Xiao Chen had reappeared in the world, shaken Yin Capital, created the Eight-Aspect Worlds, and even blocked the Little Li Flying Dagger.

Seven of the enemies trapped the four remaining Fan Kingdom experts, while the other five surrounded Xiao Chen, Yizhen, and the gleaming-scaled Azure Dragon King.

Xiao Chen’s Eight-Aspect Worlds materialized, space seeming to overlap.

At the same time, Yizhen sat solemnly in meditation, Buddha light surging to the heavens. The Azure Dragon King shook its head and tail, letting out long cries, as if emerald jade were burning—green light dazzling.

“If you wish to leave, you must first pass my trial.” The Little Li Flying Dagger inheritor gently stroked the crystalline blade.

He was an orphan, without a name from childhood. His master had given him the title “Jue Dao”—Absolute Blade—which suited the peerless skill he cultivated.

The Little Li Flying Dagger was called a peerless wonder of heaven and earth; it could tear through the void and kill across space. At close range, no one could outrun it. Even Xiao Chen’s Eight-Aspect extreme speed was nearly useless at short distances.

“Last time we did not settle the score. This time, let us see who is superior.” Jue Dao stared at Xiao Chen, the blade-light at his fingertip growing ever brighter.

The atmosphere grew heavier. The Little Li Flying Dagger was about to strike. A dark cloud drifted by, casting a vast shadow over the Demon Plain, and the white Bone Sea grew dim.

Shua!

Xiao Chen moved through the sky with Eight-Aspect extreme speed. He did not wish to receive the blade passively. His body streaked like a meteor, tracing zigzag paths through the air, advancing toward Jue Dao in a winding approach.

Frigid murderous aura shot straight to the heavens. Snowflakes began to swirl around Jue Dao. He paid no heed to Xiao Chen’s approach, standing as unmovable as a boulder.

Several times Xiao Chen wanted to strike, but each time he held back, knowing that Jue Dao was waiting for just such an opportunity—the moment Xiao Chen attacked, the flying dagger’s divine light would flash forth.

Everyone watched with rapt attention, focusing on the two in the arena. They knew that when these two moved, heaven and earth would be overturned.

The dark cloud dispersed, and sunlight poured down. At that instant, the Little Li Flying Dagger struck!

At the appearance of sunlight, the human pupil inevitably contracts, creating a momentary blind spot.

Jue Dao had a superlative talent for seizing the moment of battle. A glint of cold light became the sole object in heaven and earth. At the same moment, peals of thunder rang out. As the flying dagger vanished, ghosts wailed and gods wept—as if countless evil spirits and deities were screaming in agony.

A single felling stroke that dimmed heaven and earth!

The peerless technique created by the legendary “Little Li” was hated by heaven; when it struck, ghosts and gods alike were terrified.

“Wuwuwu…”

The sound of the blade-light tearing through the air was like a ghost’s howl, a god’s lament.

In the bright, open sky, an endless deathly aura cascaded down, as if truly connected to the Nine Netherworld. Nether mists roiled, and demonic thunder rumbled. At the same time, within the churning yin energy, flashes of divine radiance shone—like a celestial flying fairy, slashing down.

A killing momentum that shook the heavens!

A white cloud drifting across the sky was shattered by the shockwave.

Xiao Chen stood within the Eight-Aspect Worlds, his body and mind empty and ethereal, his spiritual awareness pushed to the limit, seeking that glint of cold radiance.

But the Little Li Flying Dagger, precisely because it was so ghostly and unfathomable, could vanish into space itself, its trajectory unrevealed until the final instant.

“Wuwuwu…” Ghosts and gods wailed. In a blur, many headless angels appeared in the sky, surrounding Xiao Chen, their deathly hands reaching out to tear at him. His extreme speed seemed to be restrained, slowing greatly.

An instant was an eternity—all this happened in the blink of an eye.

And at that moment, Xiao Chen felt a dull ache at his heart. His skin split open, and blood spurted out.

A world-shaking stroke!

The sword qi had already touched his body. His left hand, guarding his chest, swept out. Xiao Chen exerted all his strength to block, moving at the fastest speed he had ever achieved.

“Ting!”

A clear, ringing note echoed through the sky. A crystalline flying dagger was caught between Xiao Chen’s fingers. Blood dripped down—his two fingers were cut, blood flowing freely. If his hand had not been tempered by the Dark-Iron Seal, the injury would have been far worse.

A blow that surpassed even divine weapons!

Such terrifying attack power stunned Xiao Chen. At the same time, he frantically circulated his profound art to dissolve the invading knife qi.

“Pu!”

He spat out a mouthful of blood. Xiao Chen pushed his Eight-Aspect extreme speed to its limit, instantly closing distance to the Little Li Flying Dagger wielder, and the two began a close-quarters struggle.

Two phantoms tangled in the sky, like lightning twisting around each other, moving too fast to follow. Jue Dao held a flying dagger between his fingers, clashing continuously with Xiao Chen’s palm in a series of “ding-dang” sounds, shattering space with each collision.

“He blocked it?”

“He blocked the Little Li Flying Dagger!”

Although wounded, Xiao Chen had not been shattered by this legendary, guaranteed-kill technique—that alone was enough to make him proud.

Xiao Chen felt terrible. He spat three mouthfuls of blood in succession and nearly met his end. The sword qi and divine radiance had already charged into his body, nearly causing his physical form to collapse. If he had not cultivated the Precious Body Art, he would surely have been ground to powder.

With difficulty, he dissolved the flying dagger’s divine light within his body. His Eight-Aspect Worlds divine art had already unfolded, enveloping Jue Dao within—he must not give him a chance for a second throw.

Xiao Chen and Jue Dao engaged in fierce close-quarters combat. At this point, there could be no mercy; it was kill or be killed. Having forced the enemy into close range, he could not waste the opportunity to destroy him.

The Eight Aspects—Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Heaven, Earth, Mountain, Swamp—all moved together, the eight worlds revolving, trying to crush the Little Li Flying Dagger inheritor.

Earth waves surging to the sky—that was the power of the Earth Aspect; flames burning half the sky red—that was the power of the Fire Aspect; hurricanes tearing the sky apart—that was the power of the Wind Aspect; floodwaters engulfing heaven and earth—that was the power of the Water Aspect…