Chapter 82

A series of changes left the other person still in shock.

It was too sudden.

"Y-You are him?"

Since he didn't know Huang Yu's name, he just used "he" to refer to him.

Seeing his companion die a tragic death, Gu Shiming was extremely afraid. Huang Yu's strength was so powerful that a full-circle infant realm martial artist was instantly killed, without even a chance to fight back.

Such strength was absolutely above his own.

"Help..."

Huang Yu saw him call out and swung his long sword.

"Mountain-like sword momentum, crushing everything."

The terrifying sword momentum, like a towering mountain, crushed over, making it difficult for Gu Shiming to even breathe, let alone call for help.

"Die."

Huang Yu's long sword ruthlessly pierced his throat.

Gu Shiming, an early-stage spirit realm martial artist, died.

He had killed two people.

Huang Yu didn't stay; he instantly fled.

Because although his cry for help was interrupted, it still spread out.

However, this was exactly the effect he wanted—to make them panic, to make them worry, to make them afraid.

Under such extreme tension and fear, it was the best time to strike.

...

...

"Something's wrong, something happened."

"It's Gu Shiming and the others."

"Quick, let's go back."

Fang Jie and the others turned around and rushed back, their speed reaching its maximum.

In less than a minute, almost everyone had returned.

Only one team, having circled around a mountain, was in a place with excellent soundproofing, so Gu Shiming's final cry for help didn't reach them.

"His sword technique is so powerful."

"No, this isn't a sword technique, it's sword momentum." Fang Jie looked at Gu Shiming's dead body and frowned. Sword momentum wasn't something just anyone could comprehend. Without reaching the thunder tribulation realm, it was impossible to understand it. Even if one reached the thunder tribulation realm, those who could comprehend sword momentum were absolute geniuses, and only a very few could withstand it.

Even Fang Jie himself, over the years, had no clue about it. Comprehending sword momentum was something he had always dreamed of.

This person comprehended sword momentum?

He isn't in the infant realm?

Could it be that the other party is in the thunder tribulation realm?

If he really is in the infant realm, that's too terrifying. An infant realm martial artist, and one who has comprehended sword momentum?

What does that mean?

In the entire Central Yuan Kingdom, there has never been such a person. Historically, only one person, General Sima Wu Hui, comprehended sword momentum before reaching the thunder tribulation realm, but Sima Wu Hui wasn't that extreme, comprehending sword momentum only in the late spirit realm.

No matter what, that person's strength is truly terrifying.

"What do we do?" Everyone looked at Fang Jie.

"Right, Senior Brother Fang, what do we do now? That person has comprehended sword momentum, that's sword momentum? Only the best of those who reach the thunder tribulation realm can comprehend it. If we encounter him, we won't be a match. Alone, we would definitely die."

"We act together, don't split up."

"Bad, where are Wang Xiaowei and the others?"

"Don't know, they didn't come."

"Could they have been killed?"

"Probably not."

"Go find them, quickly, try to find them before something happens." Fang Jie waved his hand, "Everyone remember, don't split up. The other party's cultivation is especially terrifying, having comprehended sword momentum."

"Should we split up?"

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Split up? You're asking for death. A genius who has comprehended sword momentum, do you think you, Xuan Yuan Aotian, can withstand him?"

"Zhao Zixuan, don't cause trouble?"

"Stop arguing." Fang Jie shouted, "Quick, don't waste time. The longer we delay, the more dangerous it might be for Wang Xiaowei and the others."

...

Huang Yu had already found Wang Xiaowei's location.

At this moment, Wang Xiaowei and Liu Yaru were leisurely advancing.

"Do you think we can complete the mission this time?" Wang Xiaowei asked.

"Not very realistic. I just came down the mountain to relax, not to complete the mission." Liu Yaru shook his head, "Besides, is an S-rank mission that easy to complete? You're in the late infant realm, and I'm in the early spirit realm. If we encounter the other party, with our strength, there shouldn't be any problem, right?" Wang Xiaowei stopped, leaning against a tree.

"You're thinking too easily. Late infant realm? That's just a joke. If it were really the infant realm, would the sect spend such enormous resources and wealth to issue an S-rank mission? Any spirit realm martial artist could handle it. Since it's an S-rank mission, it proves the other party's strength is not simple. He has killed spirit realm martial artists before, so he's definitely not easy. His strength might have already reached the late spirit realm or even the full-circle spirit realm, or he might have even broken through to the thunder tribulation realm." Liu Yaru said.

"If that's the case, then... it's better not to encounter him."

"Let's hope so. If we do, it will be troublesome."

"Who is the other party?"

"Not clear. Just know that he's very strong, killed the son of the steward Liu, Liu Sanbian. The Liu family was furious, so they issued this S-rank sect mission to avenge Liu Sanbian."

Their every move was in Huang Yu's sight.

These two were interesting, just here to play around. But even if they were just playing around, they still had to die. It's just your bad luck that you're playing around with me, Huang Yu.

He slowly approached.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps.

Kill.

The long sword was drawn.

Without any flourish, a single thrust.

"Ah..."

Liu Yaru screamed, retreating several steps.

His chest was pierced, blood flowing.

Huang Yu regretted that his sword didn't kill him, it was too bad.

"Here, quick, run." Liu Yaru covered his wound and shouted.

"Ah..." Wang Xiaowei saw Huang Yu, screamed, and turned to run, wishing he had more legs.

"Such cowards, coming to kill me?" Huang Yu sneered. These people who came to kill him were too weak. Even killing them didn't give him much satisfaction.

One in the late infant realm, one in the early spirit realm, they ran at the first sight, too cowardly.

However, Huang Yu didn't plan to let them go.

He chased with the Wind Step skill.

His speed increased by thirty percent.

In a breath, he caught up with Liu Yaru.

Liu Yaru, originally a spirit realm martial artist, wouldn't have been caught so quickly, but because he was injured by Huang Yu's ambush, his speed slowed, and he was quickly caught.

"Damn, how could he be so fast?"

Liu Yaru cursed, seeing Huang Yu catch up.

"Let's go all out."

"Are you the murderer?"

"What are you babbling about? Since you came to kill me, why run? Take my sword." Huang Yu didn't want to waste words, drawing his sword and forming a sword flower.

"Shameless scoundrel, ambushing first, and now so arrogant. Watch me, Liu Yaru, deal with you and take your head back for the reward." Liu Yaru was furious.

"Talking big."

"Swallow Sword Technique, Northern Swallow Southward." Liu Yaru, like a large swallow, pounced on Huang Yu, with great momentum.

"Hmph." Huang Yu sneered.

This sword technique was flashy but had a fatal weakness.

"Thunder Dragon's Wrath, kill."

The Purple Extreme Sword emerged, and the thunder dragon danced.

"Clang, clang... clang, clang..."

The clear sound of swords clashing, sparks flying.

In a breath, Huang Yu knocked Liu Yaru's sword away.

"Die."

Killing, no mercy.

Huang Yu saw his chance and ruthlessly thrust his sword into Liu Yaru's heart.

"Clang, congratulations, player, for killing the early spirit realm Liu Yaru, gaining 2200 experience points and 2200 life energy."

"Clang, congratulations, player, for obtaining 300 low-grade spirit stones."

Such income was better than nothing, but Huang Yu looked at the fleeing Wang Xiaowei with a cold smile.

Can you escape? At this speed, it's a dream to escape from my hands.

He chased with the Wind Step.

He turned into a whirlwind, sweeping away the surrounding leaves.

Only a bleeding corpse was left behind.

"Run, faster, faster." Wang Xiaowei shouted in his heart, using all his strength to save his life. His speed was already at its limit.

"Faster, faster, let me see why you're chasing me."

Huang Yu shouted while chasing the fleeing figure.

Huang Yu felt no pressure from this guy. Although his speed looked fast, it was already at its limit, and he was consuming a lot of energy. Soon, he would slow down.

"Damn, damn, why is this happening, why is this happening."

Seeing the opportunity, he realized that if this guy kept running, he might encounter the others. If they joined forces, he would lose his chance.

Huang Yu suddenly increased his speed.

In a few breaths, he blocked the other party.

"Prepare to die." Huang Yu coldly looked at the other party.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me." Seeing Huang Yu's murderous gaze, Wang Xiaowei felt like he was about to collapse, his breathing difficult, the smell of death spreading.

Kill.

Huang Yu didn't hesitate. If not now, when?

Treat enemies like fallen leaves in autumn, mercilessly.

The Purple Extreme Sword struck again.

One sword.

Like a lightning bolt.

Blood splattered.

Like cherry blossoms in spring, so beautiful.

Death, Wang Xiaowei also died.

That sword was so elegant.

"Clang, congratulations, player, for killing the late infant realm Wang Xiaowei, gaining 1900 experience points and 1900 life energy."

Another one.

Thirty-three people, he had only killed four.

There were still twenty-nine, and they had gathered together.

He needed to think of a way, or he wouldn't be able to deal with them.