The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1043 - Chapter 1043 Chapter 1042 A Sword Stroke Dusty

Chapter 1043: Chapter 1042: A Sword Stroke Dusty Chapter 1043: Chapter 1042: A Sword Stroke Dusty A hand extracted from someone’s chest, and with that hand, a blood-red heart, still faintly quivering.

Thump!

The pale-faced young man whose heart had been gouged out feebly opened his mouth, tried to say something, but lacked the strength to speak and collapsed to the ground.

The Fire King, with a smile on his face, held the heart in his left hand and glanced at the young man who was not yet dead.

“Wei Yun, you should feel honored that I personally came to settle this with you; you can now die with your eyes closed,” said the Fire King with a light smile.

That young man named Wei Yun, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, was already beyond saving having lost his heart and suffered severe injuries.

With a pop, the Fire King crushed the heart, blood splattered, and flesh flew about, yet not a single drop stained him.

Wei Yun’s eyes widened as he breathed his last, his gaze fixed on the Fire King until the moment of death, seeming to vent all his indignation.

The Fire King took out a fine silk handkerchief and gently wiped his hands meticulously, although there was not a trace of blood on his hands.

Only the Fire King’s close subordinates knew that it was his habit to wipe his hands with a handkerchief after every kill, no matter the method employed or even if he hadn’t touched the victim at all.

The man slain by the Fire King was no ordinary individual; he was Vice Pavilion Master Wei Yun of the Thousand Gold Pavilion, and a well-known and skilled figure in Tang Country.

Yet such a figure perished in the Chaos Demon Valley, at the hands of the Fire King.

But that was hardly surprising, as one of the four great assassins of Hidden Kill Hall, the Fire King, couldn’t have earned his title if he couldn’t handle a young man.

After the killing and wiping his hands, the Fire King from his Nine Palace Bag took out an apple and ate it slowly and methodically.

Several men in black stood by, like invisible shadows, their presence subdued, but alert to any slight disturbance in their surroundings.

From a distance, there came the sounds of fierce combat, which although far, could still be felt.

“Fire King, the man carrying the cloth-wrapped sword, what is his background?” asked one of the men in black.

The Fire King bit into the apple, chewed twice, and said, “I do not even know that man’s name, but you might have heard of the title he went by years ago.”

The men in black listened intently.

The Fire King slowly said, “A Sword Stroke Dusty.”

The men in black were all shock; A Sword Stroke Dusty, who had once defeated many Talents from the Upper Three Countries a hundred years ago, had been considered the foremost young genius of that generation by many at that time.

However, like a meteor, A Sword Stroke Dusty’s brilliance was fleeting, and after his moment of splendor, he vanished without a trace and was presumed dead, likely in some dangerous forbidden area.

Only a very few know that A Sword Stroke Dusty had not died but had chosen to seal himself up, sealing away all his powers at great cost.

It was not until these recent years that the seal was broken, and A Sword Stroke Dusty reemerged, his long-unused sword still sharp.

“A Sword Stroke Dusty, had he not sealed himself all those years ago, there would be few in these vast Upper Three Countries who could stand as his match,” muttered the Fire King, finishing his apple and casually tossing the core away, then he took out his handkerchief to wipe his hands.

“Why did A Sword Stroke Dusty choose to seal himself?” the previously inquiring man in black asked again.

The Fire King glanced at him; the latter lowered his head, not daring to meet the Fire King’s eyes–it was Gu Hanshan.

“The reason for sealing oneself is simply one, to become stronger,” said the Fire King.

“I don’t understand, if A Sword Stroke Dusty hadn’t sealed himself, he would have been an unparalleled expert by now,” Gu Hanshan inquired, “Why would he seal himself and waste a century?”

Fire King smiled and replied, “The century he lost, he gained far more. Now that he has reappeared, his improvement is unimaginable.”

The black-robed figures were particularly astonished. Fire King’s strength was already unfathomable, yet his high regard for A Sword Stroke Dusty made the issue clear.

Fire King looked toward the direction where Demon Qi clashed with the sword aura, his face wearing his usual gentle smile.

“It seems this is going to cause quite a stir,” murmured Fire King.

….

The battle raged intensely, the silver-haired woman and Corpse Ginseng joining forces to boldly confront A Sword Stroke Dusty.

A Sword Stroke Dusty was indeed formidable, his blade moves overwhelming and pressing the silver-haired woman into submission.

If it hadn’t been for the Corpse Ginseng acting as an indestructible sandbag constantly withstanding the assaults of A Sword Stroke Dusty, the silver-haired woman would have likely been defeated long ago.

Even so, the combined efforts of the demon and the ginseng weren’t gaining any advantage, instead facing even greater losses.

“You two shameless ones, just watching the show and not lifting a finger!” yelled Corpse Ginseng, dodging the fabric blade miserably as it chased him, unable to hold back from cursing at the two youths in white.

The two youths in white inwardly complained; they wanted to help, but were heavily injured and knew that fighting in their condition would only worsen their injuries.

Just then, an uninvited guest arrived!

A tall man wielding a long blade appeared, roaring as he slashed at A Sword Stroke Dusty.

Seeing this person, the youths in white finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“This guy really did show up, good that he knows better than to create chaos in this situation,” the youth in white said.

If Fang Lin were here, he would be very familiar with this tall man, because outside Qian Country, in a mountainous area, Fang Lin had once fought a fierce battle against him, and had severely wounded him with the power from the azure ring.

This man was also a Supreme Saint Hall Inheritor!

A Sword Stroke Dusty was not flustered at all, swinging his blade to meet the attack and easily blocking the opponent’s assault, even shaking the tall man off balance.

The tall man glared at A Sword Stroke Dusty, his face grim.

“So you’ve appeared as well, just as well, let’s settle this here and save me the trouble of looking for you,” A Sword Stroke Dusty said with a sweeping glance, treating the other three inheritors of Supreme Shrine as his primary targets.

Together with him, four out of the twelve inheritors of the Holy Palace were now present.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of air splitting echoed, and the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear flew screeching through the air.

A Sword Stroke Dusty faced it with a cold look, a swipe of his cloth blade sending the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear flying back, caught by a youth holding it in his hand.

“Quite lively here,” Fang Lin held the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear, coming forward with a light smile.

A Sword Stroke Dusty glanced at Fang Lin, the ageless calm on his face replaced by a very cold smile.

“Another inheritor? Seems my luck today is good, able to claim four other legacies at once,” said A Sword Stroke Dusty.

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