Chapter 634: Chapter 94: Calmness in the face of important events, do not believe that there are no wise men today as in ancient times_3
He was by no means a fool, and immediately understood Lu Qingshan’s intentions—he knew that since there was no immediate intent to kill, he was taking advantage of the situation and going further!
However, not only was he not angry, but he became even more excited.
Lu Qingshan’s vigorous resistance was exactly to his liking!
This Divinity Transformation Realm Sword Cultivator from the Netherworld had been initially worried that Lu Qingshan, due to the vast gap between them, would give up the struggle, which would make things far less interesting…
What he wanted was for Lu Qingshan to keep struggling fruitlessly, and then, consumed by unwillingness, to be captured in anger and helplessness. Only this way could he derive the most intense pleasure!
Facing the Wind-Cutting Secret Sword that intertwined like the gentle turn of antelope horns, Yuan Cang remained impassive, swinging his arm in a grand arc.
The Sword Gang, condensed by the element force on the black sword, surged out, its ferocity far surpassing the two casually delivered previous blows.
When the two swords collided, it was as if four swords had met.
The Sword Qi of Lian Cheng’s unyielding wall shattered instantly under the Sword Gang unleashed by Yuan Cang, and that terrifying Sword Gang, still undispersed, stabbed toward Lu Qingshan’s chest.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—the five layers of Sword Armor emerged and then collapsed, sending Lu Qingshan tumbling backward once more. He hit the ground and slid on his knees for several dozens of yards, his sword carving a huge furrow in the earth.
Looking at the disheveled Lu Qingshan, Yuan Cang shook his head in self-satisfaction, “You guessed right; I don’t plan to kill you yet, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.”
He looked at the bone-deep gash on Lu Qingshan’s chest with satisfaction and extended a finger, “Whatever tricks you have left, bring them on. I will not kill you each time, but simply return your blow with one of my own, until you can no longer rise.”
“How’s that? Isn’t that generous of me?”
Lu Qingshan stood up once again, the blood flowing from his five orifices becoming even more scarlet, but he ignored it, his gaze at Yuan Cang brimming with irrepressible mockery.
Yuan Cang was aware that his thoughts had been seen through and became even more convinced of Lu Qingshan’s craftiness.
At the mere age of twenty-one, this young man was already so sly; Yuan Cang knew that his own methods of psychological warfare, which had never failed against young famed geniuses, were not working as expected.
Lu Qingshan remained silent, the Power of the Mountains and Seas within him bursting forth like floodwaters ignoring the limits of his meridians.
Sprung into the air, covered in blood, with a resolve to kill, he charged toward Yuan Cang once more.
Yuan Cang’s expression was unchanged.
This was a remote place, where it would take some time for the news of the fight to spread.
Moreover, in the territory of Zhenjiang Mansion, where the highest cultivation was only at the Void Refinement Realm, even if the Mansion Master received news, they would be incapable of stopping him and would need to call for reinforcements.
But by the time help arrived, when would that be?
The so-called certain-kill situation was not an empty boast.
With the outcome assured, Yuan Cang was quite patient, using his overwhelmingly superior cultivation to effortlessly fend off Lu Qingshan’s relentless attacks.
True to his word, each time he responded mercilessly with a sword strike landed on Lu Qingshan.
The two crossed swords for the twenty-third time.
Each clash shook the ground, and the already cracked earth became even more pockmarked with each encounter.
After twenty-three exchanges, Lu Qingshan was covered in blood.
He had twenty-four sword wounds deep enough to see bone, crisscrossing his body like lines on a chessboard.
At first glance, the sight was terrifying, yet there was a ghastly beauty to it.
Lu Qingshan was not a Body Cultivator; these injuries had pushed his physical limits. It was only through sheer willpower that he kept going.
“Anymore?” Yuan Cang taunted. “Come on, keep it up!”
Lu Qingshan, hanging by a thread, remained as calm as still water.
He had delivered twenty-four sword strokes, each one decisive and unwavering, each one accumulating killing intent in his heart, yet he did not release it.
This was about embracing death to foster the intent to kill.
With every layer added, the killing intent grew stronger.
Once the killing intent reached a mad fervor, it would lead to…
This extreme killing intent, on a normal day, would have erupted after being stacked ten times. Otherwise, the accumulated madness would burst his body from within.
But this time was different…
“Great peace under heaven, don’t believe there were no sages in the past.”
Amidst life and death, Lu Qingshan unexpectedly cultivated a broader outlook, suppressing the killing intent with tranquility, forcing it to layer twenty-four times.
The killing intent pooling in his chest had reached the point of nearly becoming tangible.
His pitch-black eyes, influenced by the murderous aura, were now a blood-red expanse.
But at this point, with blood flowing from his orifices, Yuan Cang found it hard to distinguish whether it was blood or the color of blood.
Furthermore, Lu Qingshan’s skin had turned a deep red, as the intense killing intent caused his blood to boil uncontrollably, seeping out through his skin.
Similarly, being soaked in blood masked this scene from view.