275: Masked Old Man

Wherever the Sword touched, it was bound to claim a life or take a head.

"Senior Sister, what are you doing? I am Situ Jiu. Do you not recognize me?" Situ Jiu shook his head helplessly and took several steps back.

A cold glint flashed in Situ Jiu's eyes, and his pupils constricted sharply.

What exactly was going on with Nan Qingyue? Why was she pointing her Sword at him?

What was she trying to do?

Was she really going to attack him?

Situ Jiu had too many doubts in his heart, and he was even more confused.

However, Nan Qingyue did not believe him at all. She stepped forward, leaped into the air with her Sword in hand, and instantly appeared before Situ Jiu.

In the air, a flash of light crossed the Sword, and finally, Nan Qingyue placed the Sword directly against Situ Jiu's neck.

"If you still refuse to tell the truth, I will have no choice but to cut off your head." Nan Qingyue's face was grim as she breathed cold air onto Situ Jiu's face.

A cold glint erupted from the Sword light in the air; Nan Qingyue was radiating Evil Qi.

Seeing this, Situ Jiu gasped; in truth, he was afraid.

However, facing Nan Qingyue, Situ Jiu had no other choice but to keep retreating.

"Senior Sister, what are you doing? I really am Situ Jiu! You aren't actually going to kill me, are you! Senior Sister!" Situ Jiu appeared very anxious.

Situ Jiu was trying to use this method to make Nan Qingyue stop.

However, a cold glint erupted in Nan Qingyue's eyes as she stared fixedly at Situ Jiu.

"Forget it, you won't give up until you hit a dead end. I might as well just do it!" Nan Qingyue's pupils constricted sharply as she brandished her Sword.

The Sword hummed in the air.

Nan Qingyue had made up her mind. Her attack was swift; in the blink of an eye, the Sword lunged toward Situ Jiu.

If Situ Jiu did not dodge, the Sword would leave a gash on his body.

"Damn it!" Situ Jiu's face darkened, and he revealed a ferocious expression.

Afterward, Situ Jiu hurriedly retreated, a cold glint erupting in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Nan Qingyue.

Situ Jiu clenched his fists tightly, secretly putting his hand behind his back, attempting to grasp the Sword he carried on his back.

However, when Situ Jiu reached out to touch the Sword, he grabbed at empty air; there was nothing there.

"Oh no, where is the Sword?" Situ Jiu's brows furrowed, and he felt quite helpless.

The Sword had just vanished like that. Situ Jiu gasped and tried hard to calm himself down.

Subsequently, Nan Qingyue became even more certain that the person before her was absolutely not Situ Jiu, or rather, that this person was merely a body double.

Situ Jiu did not carry a Sword on him at all. Yet, just a moment ago, he had put his hand behind his back; that action was precisely to retrieve the Sword on his back.

"You are not Situ Jiu!" Nan Qingyue was now even more certain; this person was very strange!

Matters having reached this point, Situ Jiu sneered and reached out to strip off the robe he was wearing.

Situ Jiu stepped forward, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

Afterward, Situ Jiu reached out once again and directly peeled off the human-skin mask, finally revealing an aged face.

It was an old man, appearing to be in his sixties, yet his hair was black.

The old man carried a bronze Sword on his back, which was filled with malevolence.

Furthermore, this old man looked extremely eerie, enough to make one gasp and feel a shiver of dread in their heart.

"Who exactly are you!" Nan Qingyue's pupils constricted sharply, her gaze sharpening as she stared fixedly at the old man.

This old man also appeared very strange, his entire body radiating Evil Qi that made one's heart tremble, and his eyes were full of malevolence.

Nan Qingyue felt that although this old man appeared quite old, his physical constitution was very strong.

"I really couldn't fool you!" The old man smiled slightly; his smile made him feel even more terrifying.

"Who exactly are you? Where is Situ Jiu?" Nan Qingyue's face was grim as she gripped her Sword tightly.

However, at this moment, Nan Qingyue could sense one thing: the old man's strength was great, and it was even above her own.

Nan Qingyue's face was grim; she was extremely cautious.

The old man's strength was great, and since he possessed such formidable power, she had to be even more careful.

"Little girl, you don't need to ask me yet. Actually, you are right; I am indeed not Situ Jiu. But as for who I am, you don't need to worry about that." The old man smiled slightly, not taking the matter to heart.

It was precisely at this moment that the old man stepped forward, drawing closer and closer to Nan Qingyue.

"Where is Situ Jiu?" Nan Qingyue's face was grim as she clenched her fists tightly.

They were clearly in a corridor before, but he had suddenly vanished.

This was truly worrying.

Situ Jiu had suddenly disappeared, as if he had vanished into thin air.

And just then, Nan Qingyue gasped.

After a long while, Nan Qingyue first made herself calm down, and then, she had a new thought.

"Little girl, rest assured, that brat is very safe; at the very least, he won't die. He is currently in a safe place. However, the fact that you and that brat were actually able to escape from the passage has caused me to lose quite a few things. Tell me, how do you intend to resolve this matter?" The old man's face was grim as he snorted coldly.

In truth, the old man's anger had long been ignited; it was clearly a bet.

Yet, Situ Jiu and Nan Qingyue had actually managed to escape from the passage; this was truly unfavorable.

"Return Situ Jiu to me!" Nan Qingyue's face was grim as she clenched her fists tightly, a cold glint erupting in her eyes.

It was at this moment that Nan Qingyue took several steps back; there was nothing else she could do.

After hearing these words, the old man wore an expression of disdain.

Immediately, the old man clenched his fists and stepped forward, drawing closer and closer to Nan Qingyue.

At this moment, their eyes met, and powerful Evil Qi erupted from both of them.

The old man merely glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk.

It was at this moment that Nan Qingyue's face was grim; she felt very uneasy, fearing that the old man might launch a surprise attack.

"What? Are you very hostile toward me?" The old man smirked, sneering.

"Situ Jiu has been captured by you; how else do you expect me to treat you?" Nan Qingyue clenched her fists tightly.

"You little girl are truly a handful; why is your temper so stubborn?" The old man felt quite helpless and coughed a few times. "You, really, there's no talking to you."