Today, he received a mission from the sect and entered the Cyan Yang Mountain Range with Luo Chuan to complete it. Unexpectedly, they encountered Chu Ming, which immediately stirred his thoughts.
"I didn’t expect to meet Junior Brother Chu here, it must be fate!" Yang Zong’s burly figure directly blocked Chu Ming’s path, his Gang Yuan slightly stirring, his robe flapping, and his tone rigid.
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way!" Chu Ming said indifferently, stepping towards another direction. Right now, he was absolutely no match for Yang Zong, estimating he could be killed within three moves. The most important thing right now was to leave this place quickly.
"Hey, Senior Brother Yang blessing you with his words is your good fortune, leaving without notice is too discourteous." A white figure blocked Chu Ming’s path; it was Luo Chuan, his face full of mischief as he looked at Chu Ming, speaking unkindly.
Chu Ming’s eyes turned cold. The Luo Family, to which Luo Chuan belonged, was a subsidiary family of the Yang Family. It can be said they were like wearing the same pair of pants. The Luo Family naturally heard about Chu Ming’s affairs, and having a heart to kill him was inevitable.
"Junior Brother Luo, don’t speak so harshly. I just heard that Junior Brother Chu displayed great might in the Cyan Yang Tower, and wanted to spar with him a few moves!" Yang Zong said indifferently. Although he valued Chu Ming in his heart, Chu Ming’s current strength truly wasn’t taken seriously by him, he valued Chu Ming’s future potential.
"How about it? Junior Brother Chu wouldn’t deny me this small face, would he?" Honestly, although Yang Zong appeared burly outwardly, he was meticulous like a needle. He had always been nurtured as the future patriarch of the Yang Family.
Chu Ming forced a bitter smile, it seemed today he absolutely wouldn’t leave peacefully. However, at that moment, Luo Chuan stepped forward and said, "Let me first test Junior Brother Chu’s skills, then Senior Brother Yang can make a move, how about that?"
Yang Zong silently nodded. If he were to make a move directly, he would undoubtedly bear the reputation of bullying the weak, but if Luo Chuan made a move, it was completely different. Luo Chuan’s rank on the Cyan Yang List was forty-five, nearly twenty ranks higher than Chu Ming. He could both kill Chu Ming and avoid idle gossip. However, if he knew Chu Ming was at the Second Layer of Transcendence Realm when challenging the Cyan Yang List, he wouldn’t think this way.
The longsword behind Luo Chuan instantly unsheathed, its ancient scabbard etched with a few sparse patterns, a bright color illuminated before the three eyes, a sense of dripping water encircled lightly around Luo Chuan’s surrounding. The depth of his understanding in Great Drop of Water Swordsmanship was evident. Chu Ming also drew his Silver Light Sword, a calm aura emanated from him, flowers blooming and falling, clouds rolling and unrolling, unfazed.
"Junior Brother Chu, be careful!"
The figure moved, narrowing the distance between Luo Chuan and Chu Ming to only ten meters, a mass of cold light wrapped in astonishing Waterdrop Sword Intent shot out, the air like water, tranquil as a deep well, between heaven and earth only one person and one sword remained, nothing else.
Chu Ming remained expressionless, glancing at Yang Zong on the side, pondering ways to escape. His sword speedily swung out, the dark sword light like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, accurately striking the tip of Luo Chuan’s sword... The tranquil deep well atmosphere seemingly had no effect on him, free and unfettered.
The sword tips collided, filled with spiritual power, sparks flying, dazzling.
Cling cling cling cling.....
Sword lights crisscrossed, sharply clashing!
There is a significant difference between Swordsmen and Blade Masters. Blade Masters require grand and sweeping gestures, their sword momentum exhilarating, making one’s blood boil. In stark contrast, Swordsmen aim to defeat their opponents with minimal cost, excelling at killing with one strike, the epitome of technique, thus instilling a hair-raising dread step by step.
"Thousand Destruction!"
Dozens of continuous strikes were blocked by Chu Ming, Luo Chuan took two steps back, during his retreat, his wrist trembled, his longsword bursting forth with dazzling light, the Sword Aura void of strength, seemingly ignoring spatial distance, instantly targeting Chu Ming.
The Sword Aura shattered, broken by an invisible Sword Light.
Having shattered the Sword Aura, Chu Ming’s figure extended, his white robe fluttering in the wind, executing a counterattack with incredible sword speed rendering the Sword Light unable to flicker in time, accompanied by the heat-inducing Starfire Sword Intent.
"Starfire Extinction!"
Threads of scorching explosive intent, a touch of red Sword Aura flew out from Chu Ming’s sword, countless red Sword Essence continuously exploding on the red Sword Aura, forming a blaze in the air, engulfing around.
Chu Ming executed a move, glancing at Yang Zong on the side, taking a deep breath, lightly shifting his steps. Luo Chuan sneered, thinking this was Chu Ming’s strongest move. After all, according to his estimation, the power of this move merely reached the level of those ranked in the sixties on the Cyan Yang List.
"Drip Water Piercing Stone!"
Tiny raindrops condensed before Luo Chuan, countless droplets forming a transparent screen, seemingly a curtain of water filled with astonishing Waterdrop Sword Intent. This move, Drip Water Piercing Stone, was significantly stronger than the one Chu Ming executed, as one was a Mid-tier Profound Level Sword Technique Secret Manual, and the other merely a Top-tier Yellow Level Sword Technique Secret Manual.
Luo Chuan shouted, countless water droplets flying towards Chu Ming, leaving sonic booms in their wake, filled with chilling evil qi.
Red Sword Aura collided with several raindrops, holding for a moment, the red and water intent continuously interweaving, endlessly crashing against each other, the red Sword Aura slowly being covered, disappearing.....
Blood seeped from Chu Ming’s mouth corner, he lightly stepped, instantly retreating, attempting to distance himself from Luo Chuan. However, Luo Chuan seemed to have predicted the retreat, moving as soon as Chu Ming’s figure flickered, his speed surpassing Chu Ming significantly. Chu Ming barely retreated ten meters before being caught up.
Luo Chuan sneered fiercely, a Sword Light like night water and space waves, striking at Chu Ming’s neck with astonishing speed. Yang Zong stood aside, watching Chu Ming about to be killed by Luo Chuan, his eyes filled with faint joy, envisioning the Chu Family’s grief and tears upon learning of Chu Ming’s death.
Chu Ming glanced at the distance between himself and Yang Zong, his eyes flickering, his Silver Light Sword suddenly lifted, countless green lights continuously condensed from around, raindrops cooling, gentle breeze blowing, time frozen.
"Unpredictable Weather!"
Feeling the horrifying aura before him, Luo Chuan’s face changed, his eyes filled with terror. In this moment, he sensed the breath of death, realizing Chu Ming’s strength wasn’t merely ranked in the sixties on the Cyan Yang List, but nearing the forties.
Nearby, Yang Zong also noticed something unusual, wanting to rush to stop Chu Ming and save Luo Chuan. However, the distance between them was too far, time was insufficient, frustration filled his heart. If he didn’t realize by now that everything was Chu Ming’s scheme, he truly would be an idiot.