The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1040 - Chapter 1040 Chapter 1039 The Man with the Knife on His Back

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1039: The Man with the Knife on His Back Chapter 1040: Chapter 1039: The Man with the Knife on His Back The young man in white and the middle-aged man had extremely unsightly expressions, especially the young man in white, whose eyes betrayed a hint of lingering fear.

He had been a famous genius a hundred years ago, but at the height of his fame, he had encountered this man with the knife on his back and suffered a terrible defeat. He had been struck with the Soul-loss Nail, and it had only been recently that he had managed to remove it completely.

Yet now, facing this man again, the young man in white still felt a deep fear from within.

The middle-aged man by his side was almost the same, his expression extremely solemn. He was also an Inheritor of the Supreme Shrine, his cultivation not ordinary, but he too had suffered a great loss at the hands of this man with the knife on his back.

At this moment, the two of them joined forces, confronting the man with the knife on his back, but in both aura and might, they were completely suppressed by him.

“Defeated troops, you wish to fight against me together?” the man with the knife spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he was speaking to two corpses.

“You are too arrogant, times have changed,” the young man in white said harshly.

The man with the knife had an expressionless face, his eyes locked on the young man in white and the middle-aged man, his messy hair fluttering casually, the knife on his back, though wrapped in cloth, faintly exuded a terrifying aura.

It was this knife that had once caused both the young man in white and his companion a great defeat.

Back then, the knife hadn’t been bound by cloth.

“Make your move, if you can force me to draw my knife, that will count as your progress,” the man with the knife said, one hand behind his back, the other pointing at the two, his demeanor full of disdain.

This posture undoubtedly showed his disregard for them, inflaming the young man in white and his companion even further.

The young man in white was the first to attack, his palm wind fierce, unleashing the power of the Spirit Bone realm without reservation.

The middle-aged man followed immediately, kicking out with legs that cast heavy shadows, carrying a momentum that seemed to split mountains and shatter the earth, heading straight for the man with the knife on his back.

The young man in white and his companion were well aware that when facing the man with the knife, there was no room for carelessness; they needed to strike with full force from the outset to seize the initiative.

Otherwise, once he caught any opportunity, it would put them in an extremely passive situation.

Their past experience told them that once this man with the knife gained the upper hand, there was virtually no chance at victory.

Facing the furiously advancing pair, the man with the knife stood his ground calmly, his feet planted as if they were two mountains, unshakable.

He did not draw his knife but merely pushed a palm towards them.

This palm, containing thousands of forces coalesced within it, unleashed yet unnoticeable.

Bang!

As their palms clashed, the young man in white’s expression instantly changed. He grunted and his body was sent flying backward.

The middle-aged man’s leg swept horizontally, aiming straight for the face of the man with the knife, seemingly about to succeed.

Unexpectedly, the man with the knife slightly retreated and the middle-aged man’s foot only grazed past his nose.

The middle-aged man abruptly changed his leg technique, from sweeping to a fierce downward stomp.

The man with the knife extended his left hand, his index finger and ring finger together, casually touching the ankle of the middle-aged man.

This touch also left the middle-aged man with an extremely ugly expression, not daring to linger, he quickly retreated.

In their initial exchange, although their attacks were fierce, they were easily resolved by the man with the knife, as if he had completely seen through their moves.

“To let you strike first, yet to disappoint me like this,” the man with the knife said, shaking his head. With a fierce step, an invisible wave of air swept towards them.

The young man in white and the middle-aged man also released their auras, confronting it.

Boom!!!

The clash of momentum was even fiercer than the previously exhanged blows, causing dust to rise and surrounding trees and rocks to shatter and scatter.

The ground cracked open, and countless Demon Beasts fled, fearing they might be engulfed in the turmoil.

Moreover, some Martial Artists, sensing the disturbance, immediately headed this way, eager to discover the cause.

“After all these years, is this the only progress you’ve made?” the man with the sword on his back spoke up, stepping forward and approaching the two once again.

With each step he took, the man’s aura grew more intense, as if he himself was a forged blade, impeccably crafted, with an edge pressuring closer, the tension escalating exponentially.

The young man in white and the middle-aged man clenched their teeth, resisting the man’s overpowering aura; the shock in their hearts was immense.

“He has become so much stronger!” was the collective thought in their minds.

The two in white had previously speculated that the man with the sword had become more fearsome than before, but they too had grown since then, so they were somewhat confident.

But now, upon clashing, they realized their mistake, a complete miscalculation.

The man with the sword’s strength had increased far too much compared to before, far exceeding their previous estimations.

Moreover, the young man in white and the middle-aged man suspected he might have already taken the critical step into the Spirit Source realm.

If he truly had entered the Spirit Source realm, it would be terrifying, surpassing other inheritors of the Holy Palace, walking far ahead of anyone else.

The gap, instead of narrowing since those earlier days, had grown even larger.

For a moment, both the young man in white and the middle-aged man felt deep despair. What could they do in such a situation? Even if another ally were to join the battle, it would likely be in vain, and they would stand no chance against the man with the sword.

Boom!!!

After seven steps, the man with the sword’s aura had escalated to its peak, giving off an air of an undefeatable sovereign.

Pfft!

The young man in white and the middle-aged man could no longer withstand the pressure; they spat out blood and were sent flying backwards again.

The two Inheritors of the Supreme Shrine, among the best of their peers, whose united front was normally unmatched, had completely fallen into disadvantage and were even showing signs of defeat.

What troubled them most was that the man with the sword had not yet drawn his own blade, which still remained sheathed behind him.

This was the most frightening fact: in the past, this sword was his strongest asset, him wielding the sword brought forth his perfect form.

And now, without even drawing his blade, he had already dominated them; such strength plunged the two in white into despair.

Without a moment’s hesitation, knowing they couldn’t go on like this, the middle-aged man took the initiative, his arms glinting faintly with light.

The next instant, the middle-aged man charged forward, his fists swinging, with the force of the stars themselves.

“Well done!” the man with the sword bellowed, throwing out his fists as well, the majestic force in motion.

Thump! Thump!

A series of muffled sounds followed, as the middle-aged man’s arm strength surged several times over, actually managing to block the man with the sword’s fists, standing toe-to-toe, evenly matched.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the young man in white hurled out a greenish rusted bronze coffin, which flew whistling directly towards the man with the sword, aiming for his head.