Chapter 817: Katsura Yoshiyuki
“Life spans but fifty years, fleeting as a dream. Is there truly anyone in this world who is immortal?” A shirtless man sat beside a lakeshore, rinsing a wound as he murmured to himself.
Given his level of cultivation, such treatment was wholly unnecessary, as he healed quickly without aid. Yet the gesture was a long-standing habit from his youth, more a meaningless routine than a necessity.
Beside him lay his sheathed blade, about a meter long, straight as a drying rod.
In Fenglin, there was no categorization of semi-immortal or immortal objects. Instead, they had yoto (demonic sword) or meito (famous sword), which were roughly equivalent to semi-immortal objects. Those who wielded such blades were, without exception, extraordinary figures.
This man was none other than the lead assassin who attempted to kill the Sage Qingwei in Xiujing that day.
There had been 18 assassins in total, all of them Heavenly Beings. Together, they were a force capable of shaking all of Fenglin. Yet the result was tragic—13 slain, 4 escaped, and 1 captured alive.
He was one of the four who escaped, named Katsura Yoshiyuki, the strongest among the eighteen.
The Daoist Order had not let the matter rest. They dispatched Spirit Guards, even second-rank ones, to hunt them down. Recently, two of the escapees had been located. One was riddled with bullets from dozens of Sun-Shooting Rifles, while the other chose suicide over capture.
The words Katsura Yoshiyuki had just murmured were once spoken by the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.
There might be those who attained longevity, but none who were truly indestructible.
Katsura Yoshiyuki uttered those words because he had glimpsed the shadow of immortality in Sage Qingwei’s form. He even suspected the Sage to be a true Immortal. After all, only one who had transcended death could plunge him into such despair.
What shook him was that sword.