Chapter 361: Chapter 361, Sword Dao Confrontation
Zuo Fenglei’s gaze sharpened. With a leap, he retreated from beneath Qin Guan. Grasping his saber with both hands, a dazzling blade light erupted from his long saber, like an enraged dragon.
"Wind Shadow Illusion Killing Saber!"
As soon as the blade light emerged, it drained the air in front of Zuo Fenglei, causing threads of spiritual power to evaporate. The airwaves rose like windless waves, making it impossible for one to keep their eyes open in the face of this astonishing blade light.
Clang!
The blade edge and sword tip clashed, and sparks flew like a shower of fire in the space between their rotations.
Bang!
Zuo Fenglei’s body flared red, and his long saber was instantly repelled. He staggered back dozens of steps, with airwaves tumultuously spreading to the edge of the platform.
"Ugh..."
Zuo Fenglei halted his retreat, his face pale as he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a terrifying sword light sliced through the layers of airwaves, appearing in front of Zuo Fenglei like a mountain goat’s swift horn, making his face sting with its sharpness.
Zuo Fenglei took a deep breath, his face extremely serious. All the spiritual power in his body erupted instantly, rising to the sky like countless rays of light.
"Vacuum-Breaking Kill Burn!"
Gripping his saber with both hands and staring straight ahead, Zuo Fenglei slashed dozens of times in an instant. Each sword aura was stronger than the last, overlapping as if a colossal mountain was descending upon Qin Guan.
Crack!
However, Qin Guan’s sword light was incredibly terrifying, shattering all the sword auras into countless fragments that flew in all directions, raising dust and rolling waves.
Pfft...
Amidst the dust and waves, a figure quickly retreated, spitting out blood while suspended mid-air, looking extremely disheveled. It was Zuo Fenglei. His clothes were in tatters, his hair disheveled, without a hint of the cold arrogance he exhibited at the beginning.
"This is the tenth move!"
Qin Guan stood still, his expression icily indifferent. His body was shrouded in a misty sword light, holding a blue longsword slanted in his right hand.
The faces of the Celestial Travel Sect’s inner disciples all changed. Even Zuo Fenglei couldn’t withstand ten moves from Qin Guan, making them ponder who else could challenge him, let alone defeat him.
"Brother Gu, I apologize for Guan being so reckless!"
In the high skies of the Celestial Hall, three figures stood amid the white clouds, seemingly integrated with the space around them.
The leader, dressed in cyan, often wore a gentle smile, giving off an approachable aura. This was Yan Nanxing, the Sect Leader of Celestial Travel Sect, with Gu Jianfeng and Wang Huan behind him.
Wang Huan had spoken just now. His words were sincere, without a trace of mockery.
"It’s nothing. They are all usually arrogant, now it’s good for Qin Guan to show them their inadequacies. It will be beneficial for their future,"
Gu Jianfeng said calmly, his white robe fluttering in the wind.
"I heard you have a new junior disciple. Why isn’t he here?"
Wang Huan’s gaze swept across the platform’s disciples below, asking with puzzlement.
"He’s here!"
Gu Jianfeng’s gaze moved behind the group of inner disciples and spoke slowly.
Following Gu Jianfeng’s line of sight, Wang Huan immediately noticed Chu Ming. At first glance, Chu Ming didn’t seem remarkable, but the more Wang Huan looked, the more astonished he became.
There wasn’t the slightest hint of Sword Dao aura leaking from Chu Ming’s body, yet Wang Huan could sense a chilling sharpness, as if an unsheathed sword was ready to strike at any moment.
This Sword Dao aura wasn’t something an ordinary swordsman could possess. Naturally, Wang Huan didn’t consider Chu Ming an ordinary person either. To become Gu Jianfeng’s junior disciple, he must possess some commendable qualities.
On the platform.
Qin Guan surveyed the Celestial Travel Sect’s inner disciples, a cold sneer appearing on his face as he mocked, "Is this your full strength? Truly a bunch of worthless birds and beasts. Not even one can withstand ten moves from me. I wonder where your pride comes from."
The disciples of Celestial Travel Sect, whose faces turned red with anger, couldn’t refute. Qin Guan’s words were harsh but true. They had long been confined within the Celestial Realm, oblivious to the prowess of martial artists from other realms.
"Senior Brother Chu is here!"
"Make way, let Senior Brother Chu in!"
Swish!
The crowd parted, making way for a handsome young man in a white robe who walked in with a calm expression.
As Chu Ming approached, the disdain on Qin Guan’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a trace of seriousness.
Experts can recognize each other at a glance.
The aura emanating from Chu Ming was something Qin Guan had only seen in one other person—the "Hundred Sword Gentleman" Wang Xuanyi, one of the Four Great Geniuses of the Eastern Hundred Domains.
Although Chu Ming’s sword momentum was formidable, it didn’t reach Wang Xuanyi’s level yet. Nonetheless, it was still not to be underestimated.
"I didn’t expect to find such a Sword Dao master in such a remote domain as the Celestial Realm."
Qin Guan put away his disdain, raised his red sword in his right hand, and stood upright on the platform, his blue robe fluttering.
"You’re not weak either."
Chu Ming stepped onto the platform step by step, having watched half of the fight between Qin Guan and Zuo Fenglei. The first few moves didn’t concern him, but the last two moves of Qin Guan caught his attention.
"I only used fifty percent of my strength just now. I wonder how much you can force me to use."
A stream of icy power flowed inside Qin Guan. A snowstorm began to swirl on the platform, with formidable sword momentum rushing toward Chu Ming. A layer of thin ice formed on the ground.
"How much? Even at full strength, you can’t win against me!"
Chu Ming slowly drew his Conjugate Sword from his waist, his expression serene. A ripple spread around him, with his sword momentum as vast as an ocean, capable of encompassing everything.
"Let me see if you have the right to say that!"
"Killing Strike!"
In a flash, the distance between Qin Guan and Chu Ming closed to just ten meters. The sword light flashed, and a wave of cold light, carrying a terrifying sword intent, struck out. The air became as calm as still water, as if only one person and one sword remained in the world.
Unflustered, Chu Ming’s right hand moved, slowly yet swiftly, gripping the hilt of the Conjugate Sword. With a gentle pull, a dark sword light, like a venomous serpent, precisely met the tip of Qin Guan’s sword... The calmness of the scene seemed to have no effect on him, moving freely.
Crack!
The sword tips, full of spiritual power and sword intent, clashed, sparking bursts of dazzling lights.
"The sun is shining, yet why do I feel a chill in the air?"
One of the inner disciples couldn’t help but shiver, filled with confusion.
"So do I!"
"I heard that when skilled swordsmen battle, one can feel the chill. I didn’t believe it before, but I do now."
The disciples below discussed fervently as the duel on the platform reached its climax.