“Rise!”
The Ten Directions Killing Sword Formation…
As Yu Yuan let out a fierce shout, terrifying sword intent instantly turned into substantial sword shadows. Countless illusory long swords rapidly swirled, drawing upon the Lingqi of heaven and earth, with booming roars shaking the entire space.
This scene alone was enough to prove that Yu Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Holy Land, deserved his title.
After all, even for those array masters, temporarily setting up a formation was never an easy task. Yet, Yu Yuan was able to instantly deploy such a shocking sword formation, relying solely on his cultivation suppressed to the peak of the Condensation Truth Realm.
Sensing the crisis, Fang Ming Jing rarely showed a stern expression.
He suddenly retrieved the long sword in his hand into his storage ring. Then, he spread his hands, and scorching Lingqi formed flames. Following this, two great suns, one golden and one dark, appeared.
“Jì Fén.”
He clasped his hands together.
Instantly, the golden and dark suns respectively flowed into his arms, and two fiery flames transformed into dragon-like creatures, roaring and snarling with a power that could devour mountains and rivers.
This was the technique that Liu Guan Zong had used in the Chong Xiao Secret Realm.
Although he had only seen it used a few times, Fang Ming Jing’s execution was no weaker than Liu Guan Zong’s, even as he performed it now.
“Go!”
Yu Yuan let out a cold shout. Immediately, several streaks of faint sword shadows from the sword formation pierced the sky, leaving behind a dazzling trail in their wake as they shot towards Fang Ming Jing. The dazzling light illuminated the entire space as bright as day!
Fang Ming Jing advanced to meet the attack without any fear.
The golden dragon, coiled on his left side, roared and collided with the dazzling sword light, tearing through the air with a hissing sound. Space seemed to go mad, twisting into a violent storm. Immense Lingqi savagely lashed out—
Yu Yuan manipulated his sword seal. In the Ten Directions Killing Sword Formation, the endless sword shadows gathered together at an incredible speed, then coalesced into a dazzling sword light that continued to shoot towards Fang Ming Jing!
Fang Ming Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He didn’t dodge or evade. He unleashed the peak of his Condensation Truth Realm Lingqi, rushing towards Yu Yuan’s location at a swift pace. The black dragon continuously circled around him, any sword shadow that approached was instantly melted away like snowflakes the moment it was grazed by the black dragon.
“…”
Yu Yuan’s eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.
He didn’t know what that strange black flame was, but even with his peak Jie Sheng Realm cultivation, he felt a chilling terror when facing it directly. He knew he absolutely couldn’t be touched by the black flame.
“Ten Directions Annihilation—!”
Buzz!
A clear, resonant sword sound echoed. Then, a gigantic sword light rose, and under Yu Yuan’s control, this sword, imbued with the boundless power of the vast sword formation, surged forward in a devastating manner!
The power of this sword was unstoppable. The speed of this sword was nearly instantaneous, completely sealing off Fang Ming Jing’s aura.
The black dragon roared, and at the moment it collided with the enormous sword light, just as an unprecedented, colossal impact was about to unfold, the destructive properties of Heavenly Punishment fully erupted.
A pitch-black vortex swallowed everything.
Destructive Lingqi danced wildly, space around them turned deathly silent and distorted in that instant, the tide of dark power continued to spread outward, yet the process was strangely tranquil.
“Cough—!”
In that moment, Yu Yuan only felt an unbelievably terrifying force directly rip apart his sword formation. The sword formation was broken, and the backlash caused him to cough up blood, droplets splattering on the ground, a gruesome sight.
Yu Yuan was stunned.
Wiping away the blood from his lips, he felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity. He paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth, raising his hand ready to form a sword seal—
But he quickly lowered it.
He was stubborn, but he also understood shame. Having gained every advantage, he still ended up in such a state. If he still wouldn’t give up, he wouldn’t dare look Jiang Jiu Ge in the eye.
“Young Master Yu Yuan, please.”
Mu Bo’s voice reached his ears.
Yu Yuan held his sword. He looked up at Fang Ming Jing’s seemingly incredibly frail figure, then turned to Jiang Jiu Ge in the distance and bowed, silently following behind the black-robed elder.
Their two figures soon vanished from this space.
“Not bad.”
A quiet voice echoed. Fang Ming Jing looked up and saw Jiang Jiu Ge clapping in praise.
“Not bad, huh?” Fang Ming Jing was quite self-aware, “Senior Brother Yu Yuan should still have some tricks up his sleeve, right? Besides, if it wasn’t for Heavenly Punishment, I wouldn’t necessarily have won this easily.”
“A win is a win. There’s no point in overthinking it.”
“…”
“Alright, when you decide to make a trip to the Great Yan Dynasty, come find me.”
As Jiang Jiu Ge’s voice faded, the scene before Fang Ming Jing changed.
Returning to the Holy Master Dao Palace, his Master was already sitting at a table drinking tea. The movements were so calm and quiet, it was as if he had been sitting there all along.
The Little Holy Son bowed and retired before leaving.
The Great Yan Dynasty…
He began to look forward to this matter.
But it could wait a little bit before being dealt with… Yes, give Qin Kuang more time, let him feel that the matter has been settled and there’s no risk, then suddenly show up, the reaction he’ll have at that time will be very interesting.
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