Chapter 635: Chapter 344: Even the Resurgence of Saints Is No Match
Qin Ming succinctly summarized, “Others may advance, but you fall in rank; that’s truly unfortunate!”
Helian ZhaoYu didn’t want to engage in more conversation with him, as every powerful word and shining achievement ultimately felt like a punch landing on cotton.
However, Qin Ming voluntarily spoke up, “I’m different from you, I never look back. Wherever I reach, my foothold lies in the strongest domain.”
Helian ZhaoYu’s expression remained cold; this opponent was inherently more arrogant and conceited than him!
At this point, he didn’t wish to speak another word; he just wanted to immediately defeat his opponent.
He saw Qin Ming about to speak again, swiftly drew his sword, unwilling to listen to more of his calm and leisurely mockery.
Large snowflakes danced, and the snowfield was boundless.
Many were thrilled, sitting in anticipation of a fierce battle.
Those familiar with the inside story knew that Helian ZhaoYu was absurdly strong, having been cultivated by Great Grandmaster Helian Yunji from a young age. He had been tempered across various places in the Yewu World; during one period, the killing aura around him was so intense that birds and beasts dared not approach, which he only resolved after mastering a Miracle Technique.
Meanwhile, Qin Ming’s achievements were illustrious on the Western Border Battlefield, his brilliance dazzling today.
Such individuals meeting each other indeed attracted the attention of everyone among the middle and young generation of the Pure Land.
Qin Ming drew his blade, and after a period of nurturing, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade had recovered its original state.
Helian ZhaoYu let out a long roar; a distant snow mountain rumbled, and an avalanche ensued, as if a thousand troops were charging down.
At that moment, he unleashed his sword; a terrifying sword light ripped through the white, snowy world and tore apart the dark night sky, exceptionally dazzling.
In an instant, he brandished dozens, if not hundreds, of sword lights, so fast they defied belief.
At that instant, the wind and snow seemed to halt, and time and space appeared frozen within the sword light.
Only the Sword Qi surged, slicing through the snowy night, flying towards his opponent.
Qin Ming responded calmly, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in hand streaking through the sky. The blade light emanated like a Fierce Sun, the result of a perfect blend of consciousness spiritual power and Heavenly Light. If fully unleashed, all and sundry Heavenly Demon Species would fall!
Amidst the night, the frozen wind and snow abruptly exploded. As the blade light illuminated, the world restored its original state: furious winds howled, the blizzard raged, everywhere the snow flew.
Blade light and sword light collided fiercely, the two figures resembling gods and demons traversing the night sky. In an instant, they fought from the icy wilderness to the skies above.
They could linger momentarily in the sky, clashing blades and swords, consciousness spiritual light scattered, Heavenly Light cascading, truly terrifying and boundless.
With a thunderous boom, the two landed, shattering the ground beneath their feet. Not only did the surface crack open, but a vast wave of snow surged in all directions and into the air.
In moments, the battlefield where they stood was entirely submerged by white snow waves.
Many spectators who saw this scene had their pupils contract.
On the battlefield, large areas of snowflakes fell again, cascading like a waterfall.
In this endlessly icy world, the two figures moved like lightning, slicing through the night fog, shattering the snow waterfall, constantly clashing blade and sword. Any slight oversight on either’s part would result in bloodshed on the spot.
Qin Ming acknowledged this was an extremely formidable opponent, worthy of being a rare great enemy.
The two were like thunderbolts across the earth and the dark night sky; the storm and snow waterfall were disturbed and thrown into chaos, the whole area covered in white.
Only when the blade and sword lights ignited could one see their ghostly, god-and-demon-like silhouettes, the blade and sword clashing with sparks flying, lightning erupting.
Li Qingxu arrived, somewhat silent. Being of the Sect Realm, he locked his brows, watching the two figures in the battlefield, remaining voiceless for a long time.
At this moment, everyone watched the two in the battlefield with tension.
Even Li Qingyue was taken aback, having great confidence in Qin Ming, but did not expect Helian ZhaoYu to be this strong; the two almost exchanged a hundred moves.
“Foolish cousin, you hide it well,” Helian Yaoqing whispered.
Wei Cheng, as Helian ZhaoYu’s “close friend,” took things in stride. He was indifferent, it wasn’t his hand in the fight, win or lose, it didn’t matter, he viewed it with calm detachment.
Pei Shuyan’s expression was solemn; he had long known Helian ZhaoYu was no simple figure; finally today, he saw the depth of his foundation.
A cracking sound; as the two ascended a snowy mountain, the cliff broke off, with snow howling, descending overwhelmingly.
Helian ZhaoYu spoke lightly in the wind and snow, “Pardon me, I did my utmost, yet I could only cut from the Fourth Realm to the mid-stage of the Third Realm, eliminating some ‘impurities’ in my cultivation. From there, my Taoist progression couldn’t be cut further, as unyielding as an Immortal Golden Pill.”
He felt it was time for harvest, experiencing the domain upheld by the Ancient Saints—invulnerable to all laws, and peers needed to bow in retreat when they saw him.
The radiant Qin Ming in the eyes of others, carrying dual forms, slashing at future Heavenly Demons, was blocked by him, yet he hadn’t exerted his full power!
In the wind and snow, Qin Ming sneered, “In my view, if you hadn’t severed realm with the Ten Thousand Forging Technique, maybe I would have retreated. As for now, your so-called closeness to the Ancient Saint Domain only allows you to barely approach me!”
Helian ZhaoYu regretted speaking to him; he released his hand, and the brilliant sword shot toward the night sky, carrying immense pressure.
At that moment, the multitude of mountains and valleys began to shake, endless snow seemed to boil, roaring continuously.
In an instant, the snow-mountain under his feet seemed ready to soar into the night sky, resonating with the flying sword.
Every peak experienced avalanches, boundlessly white, then the waves reversed into the vast sky.
In the eyes of outsiders, when the snow waves surged, all the mountains seemed to uproot, forming a grand spectacle, vibrating with that brilliant flying sword.
Helian ZhaoYu extended a finger, the flying sword seemed to carry the power to level the ice-snow world, slashing towards Qin Ming. The pitch-black night turned extremely radiant, this sword light seemed to become eternal.
Many hearts quaked, even far away, involuntary retreats were made, as if a sword light had slashed into their hearts.
The crowd knew this was the Immortal Control Sect’s Ultimate Skill. Don’t mention sword control, rumors said even immortals could be commanded.
Helian ZhaoYu’s cold voice echoed, “Everything can be commanded, when the vast ocean rages and the world overturns, with one Immortal Sword, which enemy in the Third Realm cannot be slain?”
“Is it your claim?” Qin Ming moved with the blade, firelight reaching the sky and thunder roaring, earth’s fire and heavenly thunder linked between ground and night sky, as if the world would be overturned.
“My claim, with Immortal Qi issued, all things obey my command. Flowers dare not be red, night dare not be black, heaven dare not be blue!” Three streams of Qi surged from Helian ZhaoYu, like rivers, entering the flying sword, slicing through the night sky, cutting down.
Underfoot, Qin Ming’s blade light surged and merged with the thunder fire. His own fist light was even more terrifying, one punch bringing life or death, one punch witnessing withering and flourishing, alternating black and white light, reflecting the Yin Yang Diagram.
Those book friends who haven’t experienced growing teeth want to know the feeling? The sound of a drill, a metal screw implanted…now with traces of blood and pain, please allow me to “eat soft rice” for a few days, three thousand words a day, no staying up late, time to rest. (This section is not within the charging word count)