Golden Dragon Swordsman S2

Black Magic

Seeing the white-bearded grandfather jump up to pick up his spear, the bald-headed grandfather clasped his hands together in front of his chest and both of his eyes were closed. His mouth was pouting, from the crown his head was billowing black smoke.

The bald grandfather chuckled softly, "Two bastards, don't expect this time you can breathe any longer."

The puff of smoke that billowed above his head then turned into ten enormous fists, long hoofed like the claws of a garuda bird that quickly shot pouncing towards the white beard grandfather.

Realizing his opponent was using black magic, the white beard grandfather's eyes widened. Facing all the moves of his opponent he was not at all daunted, but facing the magic made his heart instantly pound.

With a twist of his spear, he thrust forward infiltrating among the black smoke puffs. But before his spear was able to approach the bald grandfather up to 5 meters away, suddenly a hand moved pouncing on the white-bearded grandfather. The grandfather flinched and hurriedly dodged but those hands of smoke still hunted him fiercely.

The white-bearded grandfather swung his machete-eyed spear, slashing at the four attacking hands of smoke.

Strange, though it was obvious he had managed to hit those four strange hands yet his spear passed by just like it was slashing through empty air.

And along with that, one of the smoke hands had flashed rapidly and...

Breeett..

The clothes on the chest of the grandfather's white beard was torn large, although it had reflex to pull away but the long nails of the smoke hand managed to make the skin abrasions of his chest.

At the part of the scratch wound, the grandfather felt his body cold hot. He immediately channeled his Qi into the injured chest, until the cold heat in his pain gradually reduced.

Unfinished the white beard grandfather recuperated, in front of him the bald grandfather let out a chortling sound of laughter and back ten hands of smoke flashed attacking.

The white beard grandfather realized that all his skills and techniques would not be able to face the black magic. He could now only rely on the Qi energy he had to endure, yet he also understood it was impossible to last any longer, sooner or later he would be doomed as well.

In unfavorable circumstances, the white beard grandfather continued at an all-out insistence.

The shepherd boy who hoped that the white beard grandfather could beat the bald grandfather who had killed his buffalo was so disappointed when he saw the white beard grandfather was desperate and even threatened with his soul, because at that time several times the hands of long-toed smoke had hit and clawed his body, until in a short time this grandfather had bathed in blood due to the injuries he suffered.

Angrily, the boy began to collect stones as big as fists and pelted the bald grandfather from a distance. But all the stones that were thrown were completely unable to hit their targets, because they were mentally returned due to the energy that enveloped the bald-headed black-robed grandfather.

Despite such a great insistence, the white beard grandfather continued to fight desperately, completely unwilling to give up or flee.

"Sir, let me get down to help her." Said Hulao while looking at Arya who was still wearing a calm face staring at the battle situation from above the clouds.

"No need, I'll help him from here." Arya took out the Night Light Flute, which in an instant was in the grasp of her right hand.

Seeing the state of the white-bearded grandfather, and worried that the hands of smoke would also attack him, there arose fear in the shepherd boy. But strangely enough the boy was still standing on the spot, unwilling to escape, he still hoped that the white beard grandfather would win.

In order to ward off the fear that had engulfed his heart, the shepherd boy picked up his flute and began to blow. The song he played was completely erratic, fear and worry for the safety of the white beard grandfather threatened, making his flute screech uncontrollably.

Far up there, Arya smiled faintly and then played the Night Light Flute. There was no sound coming out from the flute Arya was playing, but Hulao and Honglong clearly sensed a fierce energy coming out from the Night Light Flute and headed towards the bald grandfather.

The energy of the Night Light Flute smashed through ten smoky hands, making the bald grandfather jerk in shock, he circulated his gaze in search of the origin of the energy that destroyed his magic.

At the sight of his opponent's magic disappearing and his opponent turning his attention, the heavily injured white-bearded grandfather darted forward like a raging wounded bull. He launched a power-off, called 'Water Striking the Ocean'

The white beard grandfather darted like the wind, brandishing his spear forward, pouncing on his opponent right through the heart, until without a sound the bald-headed grandfather died instantly.

Seeing the killer dead, the shepherd boy cheered and pranced. "Thankful! Fuck it! I'm satisfied now."

The white beard grandfather pulled his spear from the body of his dead opponent. With intermittent breathing, the grandfather immediately sat cross-legged to recuperate. A few moments later the white beard grandfather opened his eyes, then took out two kinds of medicine, namely a few pills and a packet of powder medicine.

The pill was swallowed until it ran out, while the medicinal powder was poured on the wounds all over his body. Then he sat down cross-legged.

Arya who saw him from above nodded slowly before descending a sharp nosedive towards where the white beard grandfather was.

"Old man, your wounds have poison. Take this pill, it will neutralize the poison lodged in your body."

Hearing someone speak and feeling something fall on his lap, the white-bearded grandfather opened his eyes. But however he circulated his gaze, still he did not see the figure that spoke. Then his gaze was fixed down, and found a glass bottle containing some green colored pills inside.

The grandfather of the white beard frowned, although astonished but he could digest the situation that the person who gave the medicine could not possibly be malicious and the mysterious person indeed really wanted to help him.

Even if the mysterious person had evil intentions, why would he give him medicine. The mysterious person could have killed him right then and there, as he was in a state of severe injury.

So after weighing up, the grandfather of the white beard established himself to take the medicine given Arya.

Sensing the effects the medicine had worked, the old man again closed his eyes to speed up the recovery. A single faint smile as he opened his eyes, the old geezer did not expect the mysterious person's pill to be able to bring his body back to its prime in such a short period of time.

The old man then remembered the shepherd boy who was sitting dumbstruck under a tree.

The shepherd boy thought about how his fate if he came home without carrying a buffalo, he must have been scolded by his master. Still good if later he was removed from his job, but if required to compensate, with what he replaced, to eat alone he had to work hard every day.

As he thought so, the boy gasped as he felt the neck of his clothes collar being strangled and then felt his body being carried flying.

The boy looked to the side, it turned out that he had been flanked by the white-bearded grandfather who was carrying him flying at an incredible speed, making him goosebumps in horror.

"Old man, where are you taking me?" Said the boy in a trembling voice.

"Son, you shut up! Don't ask too much."

"But I have to go back, tell my master about the dead buffalo."

The white-bearded grandfather laughed, "You're a good kid who knows what responsibility means. But forget about your master and your car. I see your body and your bones are so good, baby if wasted. I'll take you to the top of the mountain, and I'll raise you disciple."

After saying so, the white-bearded grandfather sped up his flight.

"I... But... I'm..."

The boy's voice choked with fear of being carried flying so fast. He could finally shut up and close his eyes. Unknowingly, the boy fell asleep on the shoulders of the grandfather who took him flying.

Arya smilingly stared at the departure of the white beard grandfather who was carrying the herding boy, she then turned her head when she heard Honglong's voice.

"Sir, why did you let the old man take the boy?"

"The old man was a servant of the Phoenix Mountain ascetic. Soon enough, that boy will become a great warrior."

After saying so, Arya darted on her way. Hulao and Honglong turned their gazes to look at the old man who was flying towards the south. They were curious about the hermit Arya meant.

In a curious state, they only realized that Arya had already flown far away. They immediately followed their master.