Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 701 The old man in white robe

Under the baptism of the morning light, the old man in white robe is like a messenger walking from the long river of history, and every step seems to span countless years. His white robe fluttered gently with the breeze, like traces of time flowing behind him. Although the old man's face was engraved with the marks of time, his eyes were as bright as stars, exuding an unparalleled heroic aura.

“Grandpa, but you didn’t bring a sword.” Zhang Tao’s voice broke the silence around him. He looked at the old man’s empty hands in confusion, and couldn’t help but feel ripples in his heart. In his understanding, the sword is the soul of a warrior, and a warrior without a sword is like a bird without wings.

 The old man looked at Zhang Tao with a smile, and there was an unfathomable meaning in his smile. He did not answer Zhang Tao's question directly, but gently raised his hand and made a sword-lying posture. His fingers were gently bent, as if he were actually holding an invisible sword. That posture and expression were like a swordsman master showing off his peerless swordsmanship.

Zhang Tao looked at the old man's actions and became even more confused. He tried hard to see through the old man's palm and see the legendary invisible sword. However, he was disappointed. In front of him were only the old man's empty hands and his eyes as deep as the sea.

“Isn’t this a sword?” The old man’s voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained infinite philosophy. His words made Zhang Tao fall into deep thought, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

 At the same time, on the battlefield not far away, the battle between Shadow and Sky Monkey has entered a fierce stage. Each of their confrontations was filled with a showdown of strength and skill that left spectators in awe. The figure of the shadow was as erratic as a ghost, while the Sky Monkey's tail was like a long black whip, drawing sharp tracks in the air.

 After a fierce confrontation, Ying slightly gained the upper hand. His figure flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning, leaving a faint afterimage. There is a trace of black spiritual power left on the Sky Monkey's tail, which is constantly eroding its body. It roared in pain, but the fighting intent in its eyes became even stronger.

One monkey and one person looked at each other, and surging spiritual power bloomed from their bodies. They all know that the next battle will be more intense and cruel. However, they had no intention of retreating, but instead strengthened their faith and determination.

 However, at this moment, Ying suddenly found that the flow of air around him had changed slightly. He keenly sensed an unusual aura approaching. He looked up and saw an old man in white robe walking slowly not far away. Although the old man's steps seemed slow, each step seemed to span an endless distance, and he arrived at Ying's side in an instant.

 This subtle change made Ying no longer intend to continue the attack. He stood quietly, waiting for the old man's arrival. The Sky Monkey's perception of the wind element is not as keen as the shadow. It caught a glimpse of Ying's attack and thought it was a sign that his spiritual power could no longer endure. So, without hesitation, it formed two fireballs and attacked Shadow again.

The fireball flew towards Shadow with blazing temperature and violent power. However, when they were about to hit their target, something suddenly changed. The old man in white robe waved his hand gently, and the two fireballs seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, changing their original trajectory and flying to the side.

The Sky Monkey looked at this scene with a look of horror in his eyes. It didn't understand what was happening, nor why its attack suddenly failed. And Ying looked at the old man's unfathomable eyes and understatement, and his heart felt ripples. He knew that this old man was by no means an ordinary person. His strength and wisdom were far beyond his imagination.

The old man in white robe ignored the panic and confusion of the Sky Monkey, and did not look at Ying's gaze full of curiosity and awe. He just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something. His white robe fluttered gently in the morning breeze, like a white cloud flying freely in the sky. His presence seemed to be the center of the world, and all eyes were focused on him, waiting for his next move.

 (End of this chapter)