Chapter 621: Chapter 621 Confusion
As he spoke, the light in Lord Ming’s eyes turned cruel, the same cruelty that reflected the scene of a helpless figure lying dead beneath swords and blades in the heavens.
"Hahahahaha!"
Min Yuehan gripped the blade, savoring Yang Ri’s despair, but Yang Ri suddenly erupted into laughter.
If Yang Chuan laughed, everyone would be confounded.
The Horse Guard was baffled, the Mountain Immortals were perplexed.
What was happening here?
Could it be that Yang Chuan had gone mad?
Even Ming Yuehan frowned slightly. Laugh? At what?
"Why are you laughing?"
Yang Chuan exhaled, slowly ceased his smile, and stopped speaking. He said nothing, only kept his eyes fixed on the Absolute Sword in Lord Ming’s hand.
What could be said of this moment?
It was like being summoned back by the Tao of Qian Dao. And there he was, with a lamp shining bright in return!
The heavenly path that belonged to Bo Yang — his original road had always been one of slaughter. Especially during that year of Mediation Road, if fully comprehended, it could be flawless!
Thus, deep in his heart, though singular techniques were unnatural in the sky, in terms of military prowess, the sword was undoubtedly the most ideal weapon!
Never did he imagine he would find a place as legendary as the Tang poetry, and today, witness the very embodiment of one single peerless sword.
How could he not laugh?
Of course, more significantly, he had to seize the Absolute Line Sword.
And so, for these moments, while others calculated their stakes, Liang Chuan faced adversaries, considering their responsibility akin to the Devil’s shadows.
But now, everything in this very instant had completely shifted!
This very instant...
Consequently, neither Yang Chuan nor Ming Lang had patience left as Yang Chuan abruptly extended both arms, summoning forth an iridescent glow.
A black mass transformed into a sanctified beam of white light on one side, and a pristine white blade soon emerged, its sharp edge gripped firmly.
In contrast, a smaller sword spun in the palm of his hand with supernatural grace.
"Top-grade magic treasure?" Oh, Magic Treasure? Haha, kid, you sure have a lot of tricks."
Witnessing Yang Chuan withdraw five magical items at once — one top-grade and four regular ones — even those skilled in branded techniques flinched.
The undercurrent swirled like horses trampling the waters; among two systems, nothing could rival supreme-class magic treasures.
Even someone like Yang Chuan possessed three of such treasures — truly unfathomable.
Placed under personal scrutiny, only two critical junctures among artifacts could resist; otherwise, two thousand such objects would suffice!
And yet, despite the astonishment, clarity struck quick.
While those treasure tools, four magical items though no doubt excessive, weighed heavy in hand... what else was this?
That was the sword of the Ancient God’s slumber, a relic of the past.
In the eyes of those who wagered prestige, compared against the Absolute Line Sword, it was mere refuse!
Thus, Ming Yuehan casually raised the Absolute Line Sword without delay as his intent solidified: "None of your artifacts will matter here. Faced against Absolute Line Sword’s powers, you are nothing but mushrooms left in the rain. Prepare to perish!"
The instant the Absolute Line Sword unleashed its dominance, the winds across heaven and earth roared loudly, sword energy surged relentlessly until all realms split open, carving vast spaces — immense and boundless.
The aura of unmatched majesty was unmistakable!
"Heavenly Venerate! Be careful!"
Seeing the extraordinary wave ripple across space, the hearts of rivals clutched tightly with fear as Liang Chuan himself fretted.
Even the sharp clarity of experienced fighters trembled in awe as Zhou Xuan’s desperation heightened.
They truly felt powerless to comprehend the majestic intensity of the Good Sword’s presence. How could Yang Chuan possibly confront this? And yet, his resolve didn’t falter.
Yang Chuan stared hard at the sword, scrutinizing its aura. Without hesitation, his left hand gripped four blades that gleamed ferociously like the long sword shrouded in winds during Zhou Xuan’s trials.
Meanwhile, Yang Chuan’s right hand referenced images summoned from Qian Dao’s meditative depths, forming a spectral essence before thrusting both into Lord Ming’s direction.
"Inspection upon Inspection!"
"Inspection? Truly laughable!"
Surrounded by celestial power, as four long blades complemented each other, Lord Ming sneered at Yang Chuan’s inspection technique, amused by its absurdity.
If Yang Chuan dodged, countered his techniques, or even showcased awe-inducing power, Ming Yuehan could consider taking him seriously. But this? Mere "inspection"? Laughable, indeed.
What value could this bring? Nothing but desperation played from an unworthy challenger before legendary sword dominance.
Remembering the pedigree of the Absolute Line Sword, its superiority couldn’t simply be articulated. It was the sword of the Sword Immortal’s ancient heritage!
Moreover, combined with its wielder’s superiority...
For a long while now, he, Ming Yuehan, had handled every confrontation without so much as a misstep. Today wouldn’t be an exception.
Boom!
In an eye-blink, Yang Chuan’s "inspection" clash met head-on with Ming Yuehan’s Absolute Line Sword, generating a ferocious eruption of energy.
The chaotic clash birthed sword qi from limitless boundaries and wild trajectories.
Centered on the two warriors, a three-thousand-mile expanse rapidly transformed, carving into Earth’s core with immense force.
The observers surrounding them instinctively retreated, fully realizing the disastrous consequences that might arise if they remained.
For under the vice-like strength displayed here, survival was never assured — it was war, pure brutal war.
In the turbulent energy, Yang Chuan clashed forward while Ming Yuehan pursued tightly with the Zhu Xianjian in hand.
The exchanges between them revealed increasing ferocity with each strike.
Even Ming Yuehan’s arrogance eventually yielded as his sharp gaze hardened further. He closed his eyes, later reopening them with intensity; he refused to acknowledge Yang Chuan’s equal footing by any measure!
Surely, he couldn’t lose a duel like this, where even the momentum between them balanced tenuously.
Yet no matter the circumstance, failure shouldn’t have been conceivable to an Absolute Sword wielder.
"Why? Why is this happening?"
Once again, Ming Yuehan spoke sternly amidst raised arms. "What technique do you wield?"
"And what blade do you carry?"
Above heaven, only conflicts beneath the celestial plane remained eternal.
"Huh?"
Ming Yuehan narrowed his gaze fiercely and continued: "You didn’t understand, did you? This sword here originates from the ancient realms. I’ve claimed its power through an ancient meditative domain!"
Mid-sentence, his complexion shifted suddenly: "What inspection could withstand that?"
"Heh, it matters not."
Yang Chuan smiled faintly but maintained an unyielding grip, retaining the presence of deadly intent around him, ferociously advancing toward Ming Yuehan.
It was a cold and merciless resolve, unleashing the execution blade at will.
Deep inside Yang Chuan’s heart, that persistent unshakeable focus remained unfaltered!
It was time for clarity through inspection.
Could this blade truly rival the ancient lineage of inspection refinement? Truly fascinating!
Yet judging by Zhu Xianshu’s artifacts measured against Tianyang’s routes during trial runs, the undeniable shift suggested Yang Chuan prevailing in all sword grand trials.
This realization struck hard: Ming Yuehan’s origins as a top-tier inspector among mediators, while Absolute Sword, indeed superior, revealed cracks beneath enduring inspection techniques!
Thus, the future result remained uncertain — who could truly claim victory now?
Thoughts consumed Ming Yuehan seeing Yang Chuan counter gracefully. Suddenly, his lighter blade followed mental command. With rhythmic steps inside his mind, he issued leap strikes without hesitation.
Another calm voice emerged behind Ming Yuehan’s strategic attempts: "Release your heart and surrender!"
Not good.
The utterance ushered forth a chilling sweat upon Ming Yuehan’s back immediately!
Understanding that careless thinking once more opened him vulnerable to unseen errors, Ming Yuehan felt his misstep glaringly clear.
At this point, Yang Chuan’s relentless opposition reached equilibrium between deadlock tactics, igniting fatal stakes for jeopardy.
An instant later, Ming Yuehan defensively moved away, albeit recognizing his reaction came too late.
Hearing Yang Xiana’s cold, near-heartless tone, sword clashes redoubled violently. Direct strikes succeeded in penetrating his frame utterly, summoning dark-red streams beneath the wounds.
"You little beast!"
With blood flowing from his shoulder and staining his body without restraint, Ming Yuehan’s expression contorted to unbridled fury!
Years! Countless untouched years elapsed without him experiencing such damage!
Yet now, Yang Tian, as mere mortal amidst celestial expertise, dared strip away reason with resounding strikes. A snapped declaration surged: "Die! All of you, perish!"