Chapter 87

Qinggong Daochang paid no mind to Yun Haejian's Silver Shadow Technique.

'What does it matter if you're skilled in a petty technique like the Silver Shadow Technique? If I sweep everything around me away, you will meet your end.'

He had recently achieved great success with the Yunhai Sword Classic, reaching the initial stage of the supreme level, and his confidence soared to the heavens.

He looked at Yun Haejian as if he were looking at filth on the road and spoke.

"If you surrender now and raise the white flag, I will spare your life by cutting off your arms and sealing your dantian."

His attitude, as if he were bestowing a great favor, was unbearably arrogant.

However, to Qinggong Daochang, these were sincere words.

He had an overwhelming sense of self-worth as a member of the Dajufang.

Therefore, he expected Yun Haejian to submit to him.

But.

'What, this cripple?'

Yun Haejian, who had even subdued Qing Shui Daochang, would not be afraid of this brat.

He found it absurd and shifted his gaze to Song Xue and the other Huangshan Sect disciples standing beside Qinggong Daochang.

At that moment, the seven major disciples flinched simultaneously, showing a shocked reaction.

Their mouths were dry, and their tension was evident.

There was nothing they could do. They had seen the battle with Qing Shui Daochang clearly.

Seeing this, Yun Haejian smirked and spoke.

"I was wondering why this guy was so clueless. Did your master know he was embarrassed and couldn't say anything?"

When Yun Haejian mentioned this in front of many people, Song Xue and the major disciples were taken aback.

However, Qinggong Daochang, as Yun Haejian had expected, only tilted his head, not understanding what was being said.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"What do you mean? Your senior brother was utterly defeated by me..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Song Xue shouted, cutting off Yun Haejian's words.

His nervous reaction made the onlookers murmur, but Qinggong Daochang did not believe a word of Yun Haejian's.

'My senior brother would never allow a strike from such a scoundrel.'

The idea that his senior brother, a towering figure in the Huangshan Sect, could be defeated by an unknown person was absurd.

Therefore, Qinggong Daochang, emitting a deep killing intent that was unbecoming of a Daoist, spoke.

"How dare a nameless soldier from Zhejiang insult the Anhui First Sect?"

Yun Haejian, digging his finger in his ear, replied.

"Anhui First Sect? Isn't that the Nangong Family?"

At Yun Haejian's words, the faces of Qinggong Daochang and all the Huangshan Sect Daoists were filled with uncontrollable anger.

The part he mentioned was a sore spot for all the Huangshan Sect Daoists.

Only the Daoists of the Huangshan Sect referred to it as the Anhui First Sect. Their power had declined to the point where anyone asked would name the Nangong Family.

Woo!

Suddenly, Qinggong Daochang's sword emitted a chilling sword aura.

"This despicable scoundrel! I will cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

"Stop your nonsense and face me all at once. Come at me together."

"Alright, I'll do as you wish!"

Paba!

With those words, Qinggong Daochang and the seven major disciples simultaneously launched their stances and charged at Yun Haejian.

In an instant, they spread out to the eight directions around Yun Haejian, and a strange energy began to overflow from their surroundings.

It was the moment the Huangshan Sect's famous sword formation, the Eight Absolute Locking Heaven Formation (八絶鎖天陳), was deployed.

The Eight Absolute Locking Heaven Formation possessed the mysterious power to suppress the opponent's inner energy and deflect their attacks.

"Haa!"

"Die!"

In an instant, the seven major disciples, with their swords brimming with sword qi, began to swing their swords.

Cui! Cui!

Each move targeted vital points that could result in instant death.

While it was said that no responsibility would be held for casualties in the test, this was the first time anyone had so openly tried to take a life.

'No demon has ever survived the Eight Absolute Locking Heaven Formation!'

Qinggong Daochang, looking at Yun Haejian as if he were a rat in a trap, was full of momentum.

Chu!

Ta!

Suddenly, the major disciples, who were executing the formation, simultaneously retreated.

At the same time, Qinggong Daochang thrust his sword, now enveloped in a green sword aura, at Yun Haejian.

'It's over!'

"Yunhai Doha!"

He unleashed one of the techniques from the Yunhai Sword Classic, aiming to pierce a hole in Yun Haejian's neck. Qinggong Daochang believed this one strike would turn Yun Haejian into a cold corpse.

But.

Peng!

"Ugh!"

The next moment, it was Qinggong Daochang, not Yun Haejian, who groaned and was pushed back a considerable distance.

'What... is this?'

Before his sword could reach, Yun Haejian had already swung his sword to intercept the attack, rendering it ineffective.

Moreover, the immense amount of inner energy he felt when the swords clashed left him bewildered.

'No! This is impossible!'

He must have been mistaken, having let his guard down.

Due to the Eight Absolute Locking Heaven Formation, his inner energy should not have been fully intact, making it impossible.

He stubbornly refused to accept the truth.

"Haa!"

He tried to shake off his unease by loudly shouting and charging forward.

Qinggong Daochang began to unleash a series of techniques from the Yunhai Sword Classic.

Combined with the attacks of the major disciples, it seemed to the onlookers that Yun Haejian was cornered.

'Yes, kill him quickly!'

Duyue Qi's expression finally brightened.

However, as mentioned earlier, it only 'seemed' that way. In reality, the opposite was happening.

Feng Leishan, watching Yun Haejian, smiled.

'Tsk, my junior is completely toying with them.'

Having reached the Hua Jing realm, he could observe aspects of Yun Haejian's fight that others could not.

Yun Haejian was not cornered.

On the contrary, he was overwhelming the Huangshan Sect martial artists.

For some reason, Yun Haejian was dismantling the Huangshan Sect's sword formations and martial arts as if he 'already knew' them.

"Haa! Haa!"

"Ugh!"

As time passed, it was the Huangshan Sect martial artists, not Yun Haejian, who were breathing heavily and groaning.

'Huff, huff! Why isn't this guy's inner energy running out?'

Qinggong Daochang could not understand.

Despite their numerical advantage and the use of the formation, they were being outmatched in terms of inner energy.

'What is this guy's true identity?'

Unbeknownst to him, a small trace of fear had crept into his eyes.

Then, at that moment.

'...!'

Qinggong Daochang noticed Yun Haejian moving his lips slightly.

Since everyone was focused on the clash of swords, only he could read what Yun Haejian was saying.

'...This should be enough to fool them.'

He was clearly muttering to himself.

Swoosh!

For some reason, a chill ran down his spine.

His martial artist's intuition, honed from years of experience, was warning him to run.

'I need to break the formation.'

But unfortunately.

Pajijij! Pasi!

Before he could act, changes began to occur in Yun Haejian's sword.

Lightning began to swirl around Yun Haejian's sword, and electric currents shot out in all directions.

Then, a fist-sized ball of lightning condensed at the tip of Yun Haejian's sword.

'Finally using it in a real fight.'

Yun Haejian, looking at the ball of lightning, felt a surge of anticipation.

He was about to use the fifth technique of the Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords.

Using the fifth technique was significant for Yun Haejian.

The Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords is a martial art divided into four early techniques, four middle techniques, and four late techniques.

Until now, he had only used the four early techniques, but with the Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords being upgraded to the Hua Jing realm, the seal on the four middle techniques was lifted.

However, there was a prerequisite for using the middle techniques.

He needed to have more than 2 jia of inner energy.

When he fought with Dounanjiang, he only had 1.5 jia.

But after absorbing the inner dantian with Dou Jinwu, he finally met the prerequisite.

Over the past month, Yun Haejian had dedicated a significant portion of his personal training to mastering the four middle techniques.

'Hmph, Master You really pushed me hard.'

Thinking of You Yilang, who had tormented him like a mouse, Yun Haejian clicked his tongue.

Gua! Kuga!

At that moment, the essential lightning essence (雷精) for the middle techniques was finally completed at the tip of his sword.

The lightning essence, a concentrated form of lightning and sword aura, was in a stage between a sword beam and a sword aura.

"Hey, don't be afraid! These are just illusions!"

Qinggong Daochang shouted loudly to the terrified major disciples, but even his voice trembled.

Yun Haejian, seeing them trembling like mice in front of a cat, smiled coldly.

'Since a member of the Nine Dragon Gang is watching, I can't show my full strength. Maybe I'll use half the power.'

Paba!

At that moment, Yun Haejian charged forward.

A massive pressure, like a mountain collapsing, descended upon the Huangshan Sect martial artists.

Perhaps sensing their end, they shouted.

"Uaaaaa!"

"Die!"

Qinggong Daochang and the seven major disciples simultaneously leaped into the air, pouring all their inner energy into their swords, which rained down on Yun Haejian like a meteor shower.

But Yun Haejian was not afraid at all.

He found it amusing.

As Yun Haejian swung his sword at his enemies.

Pazuzu! Kua!

At that moment, the lightning essence began to roar.

Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords.

Fifth Technique.

Lightning River Flow (雷光流河).

Kururur! Kuaa!

A deafening explosion, like dozens of lightning bolts striking simultaneously, erupted.

The blinding lightning filled everyone's vision with a white light.

'What is this?'

Even Xue You and Xu Zhongguang of the Nine Dragon Gang could not open their eyes to the situation.

Regardless of whether they regained their senses or not, Yun Haejian's attack continued.

From the tip of Yun Haejian's sword, endless white lightning bolts began to shoot out.

Papa! Kua!

The numerous lightning bolts, upon touching the enemies' swords, began to create massive explosions.

Yun Haejian's lightning was not released haphazardly. Each attack was calculated perfectly.

"Kuaa!"

"Kuek!"

The Huangshan Sect Daoists, unable to withstand the destructive power of the lightning, began to burn black.

Chang!

"Kururuk!"

Qinggong Daochang, dropping his sword to the ground, trembled and spat blood from the corner of his mouth.

But Yun Haejian did not stop his sword.

There were still people he needed to kill.

Kua! Papa!

The lightning bolts shot out in all directions, striking places no one could have imagined.

"Kuaa!"

"Save, save me!"

The martial artists of the Yellow Green Escort Agency, who were battling the White Cloud Escort Agency, began to scream as the lightning bolts suddenly rained down on them.

Indeed, the middle techniques of the Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords possessed a destructive power far beyond the early techniques.

Moreover, the most astonishing part was that this hellish scene was the result of using only half the power.

'If the middle techniques are this strong, how powerful are the late techniques?'

Yun Haejian's curiosity about the true nature of the Lightning Cloud Twelve Swords grew even more.

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