Troublesome.
Suddenly being arranged to spar with his senior brother Yu Yuan, Fang Ming Jing felt it was utterly troublesome.
He didn't hesitate to refuse.
But Jiang Jiu Ge didn't give him a chance to refuse.
“Heh, no need to look at me like that.”
“How about this... when you came back from Yun Ze, you were ambushed by the Great Yan Empire, right? I guess you're still angry. How about we go to the Great Yan Empire together?”
“I'll make that third prince Qin Kuang kneel before you, you can kill him with your own hands.”
Hm?
This proposal seemed to have a sense of déjà vu.
However, unlike with Senior Brother Yu Yuan, Fang Ming Jing accepted readily.
If there's a shortcut to revenge, of course he would take it. Besides, the little Holy Son was petty. That third prince dared to have designs on his aunt...
“Wait.”
Fang Ming Jing suddenly noticed a blind spot, “I don't think I mentioned that the people who ambushed us were from the Great Yan Empire, and my aunt and Sister Qing He didn't say anything either.”
“Not saying doesn't mean I don't know.”
Jiang Jiu Ge chuckled, “Do you really think that when a Holy Son travels, the Holy Land wouldn't send someone to protect him in secret?”
“……”
“In fact, if it hadn't been for the heavenly punishment, Uncle Mu would have almost made a move.”
Uncle Mu?
Fang Ming Jing looked at the black-robed elder standing silently behind Jiang Jiu Ge, who returned a smile.
Yu Yuan watched the two of them talking from the side, his gaze was extremely complex.
In fact, he had always respected his master, Jiang Jiu Ge.
After all, it was because of Jiang Jiu Ge that he was able to achieve his current strength and position, that he was able to successfully avenge himself, how could he not respect him?
However, not long ago, Jiang Jiu Ge had prepared to expel him from the sect, from the Holy Land...
This situation was no less than a thunderbolt for Yu Yuan.
There was still room for things to turn around, as long as he voluntarily gave up this sparring match...
But, he wasn't willing to give up!
His own position as Holy Son was snatched away, this sense of disparity was enough to drive anyone mad, especially since he never felt he was inferior to Fang Ming Jing.
“……”
In silence.
Yu Yuan ultimately didn't say anything about giving up this sparring match.
He was inherently stubborn, in this situation, he had to defeat Fang Ming Jing, to prove to Jiang Jiu Ge that he was no weaker than him...
“Master.”
“Can't wait anymore?”
Jiang Jiu Ge raised his hand and gently patted it, in that instant, without Fang Ming Jing or Yu Yuan noticing, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically.
A place with nothing in sight appeared before them.
A dazzling white, endless space, without sky or earth, only a simple and heavy door stood quietly in the distance.
Fang Ming Jing had been here before, so he wasn't surprised, and Yu Yuan, after his initial expression of change, quickly focused his attention on Fang Ming Jing.
“Young Master Yu Yuan, please suppress your cultivation to the peak of the Condensation True Realm.”
Uncle Mu's old voice sounded somewhat distant.
“I understand.”
Yu Yuan appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was in turmoil.
The last time he saw his junior brother, he had just broken through to the Condensation True Realm, and now, less than two months later, he had already reached the peak of the Condensation True Realm?
Such talent...!
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Yu Yuan's face gradually turned cold.
He began to suppress his cultivation.
Both the quality and quantity of his spiritual energy were suppressed to the same level as Fang Ming Jing's, but even so, his aura was still so overwhelming that it was hard to ignore.
“Since you're ready, let's begin, Junior Brother Ming Jing?”
Yu Yuan slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.
Zheng—!
The sharp sword unsheathed.
In an instant, a terrifying sword intent soared into the sky, with an edge that made people afraid to look directly at it, Yu Yuan pointed the tip of his sword at Fang Ming Jing.
“I'm ready whenever you are.”
Fang Ming Jing had to brace himself.
He also held a long sword—the previous one had been destroyed after killing the Great Yan death soldiers, Jiang Jiu Ge had found him a new one that felt right.
“……”
Yu Yuan moved!
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, the slender long sword in his hand was suddenly pinched, and in an instant, a peerless and sharp sword intent emerged like a tear in the fabric of heaven and earth.
The brilliant sword light was like a comet streaking across the sky, stunningly beautiful and deadly.
The sword was a weapon, and the sword moves were methods of killing, when the peerless sword shadow approached, Fang Ming Jing could even smell the blood, yet he didn't hesitate to charge forward.
Golden sun flames condensed on the long sword in his hand, with the momentum to burn everything, colliding with the descending sword light.
Clang!
The deafening sound of metal clashing exploded, the echo lingered, an invisible wave of air surged from the center of the clash, the terrifying sword intent and the golden flames roared excitedly—
“Junior Brother Ming Jing, indeed, you are not bad.”
“But shouldn't Senior Brother have more than just that?”
“Heh...”
Yu Yuan sneered.
With a loud clang of the sword, an endless sword intent erupted from his body, surging towards Fang Ming Jing like an ocean, its power was like a prison, terrifyingly chilling!
“Junior Brother Ming Jing may be the Great Sun Divine Body that appears once in ten thousand years, but Senior Brother's Supreme Sword Body is not bad either!”
He said, his face turned stern, the three-foot blade in his hand burst into endless brilliance, the sword light shrieked and roared towards the golden sun behind Fang Ming Jing—!