Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Chapter 619: Chapter 417: Playing the Dog, Grandmaster Battle! (Double Length) (Part 2)

This made Zhao Wen Ruo somewhat surprised.

Given the entanglements and grudges between Song Changming and the Zhao Family, at this moment, Song Changming should be flustered upon seeing him.

"I invited the young friend to come with me." Zhao Wen Ruo’s aged voice was penetrating, and the resulting sound wave was like an invisible heavy hammer striking down hard.

Under such suddenness, ordinary Innate Martial Artists would be injured by this hidden blow.

But Song Changming stood in place, and this sound wave seemed like a gentle breeze, as he remained calm and composed, as if he had not felt anything.

Zhao Wen Ruo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, recalling Zhao Boqi’s reminder before his departure.

This boy is by no means an ordinary Innate Martial Artist, and cannot be measured by common sense!

"Where are we going?" Song Changming asked.

"You’ll know when the time comes." Zhao Wen Ruo replied.

"If the senior won’t specify, the junior doesn’t want to go." Song Changming’s hand was already placed on the handle of his sword at his waist.

"Are you really not going?" Zhao Wen Ruo’s gaze grew sharper, the pressure started to increase, causing the surrounding air to solidify.

"I’m not going."

"Very well!" It had been a long time since someone dared to defy him.

Given their age difference, Song Changming was just a junior among juniors in front of him.

Zhao Wen Ruo directly struck with a palm, and the overwhelming Palm Force condensed into a massive Hand Seal, descending to Song Changming’s position.

Already injured, he did not want to waste too much Qi Power, so this palm was meant to subdue Song Changming in one go.

However.

A crimson sword light swept up from below, not only shattering the massive Hand Seal he had struck, but also continuing to slash at him!

Seeing this, Zhao Wen Ruo immediately drew his sword and swept out a strike to dispel the crimson sword light.

"Emperor Yun’s crimson Cloud Saber..." Zhao Wen Ruo immediately recognized the sword technique Song Changming displayed.

A First Grade Saber Technique, and it was created by Emperor Yun, ranking among the top in the world of First Grade Saber Techniques.

But he also knew that no matter how powerful the crimson Cloud Saber Technique was, when used by an Innate Martial Artist, its power couldn’t be this great.

"But he’s opened eight Martial Veins..."

Zhao Wen Ruo pondered in his heart, yet his movements did not pause, his figure had already floated forward, arriving in front of Song Changming to strike with another sword.

Song Changming did not dodge or evade, returning with a saber strike.

A slash collided with the longsword.

On his right arm, the Demon Ape’s tattoo had appeared, with a fierce ape face, cruel tusks, a vivid, roaring, angry posture!

Song Changming himself possessed more than twenty-two Dragon Power!

His cultivated physical body was already fully capable of bearing this Demon Ape’s Mountain-moving Power!

Combined, Song Changming’s power explosion had long surpassed the level of the Innate Realm!

Even.

Boom!

A mountain-crushing, sea-overturning force swept forth, a fierce wind blowing Zhao Wen Ruo’s white hair into disarray.

His pupils vibrated, his Grandmaster’s body uncontrollably tilted and flew back, crashing into the mountain’s interior.

The entire cliff top collapsed, crumbled.

The ground shook, and the beasts and Little Demons below the cliff hurried to flee for their lives.

In their eyes, the duel between Song Changming and the Zhao Family Ancestor was like a battle of the Immortals.

"Hmm?" Song Changming stared at the collapsed mountain, strangely noting that his opponent was buried within, yet did not come out.

Though his saber strike was indeed extraordinary, his opponent was a Grandmaster powerhouse and should not have been directly harmed by it.

However, the fact was just that.

Within the mountain, the Zhao Family Ancestor was deeply trapped, his hair disheveled, even paler.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes in front with a bright red blotch, where the fresh blood he had just spat painted.

"This bastard!" His expression showed some pain.

One aspect was that Song Changming underestimated the real lethal power of his saber strike; it might not have cut him, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t cut others, even if that person was a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Another aspect was that the Zhao Family Ancestor’s original injuries had not healed, naturally causing his strength to be greatly reduced.

Misjudging the power of Song Changming’s saber strike resulted in further injury.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically; he disregarded everything else and forcefully raised his Qi to crash through the mountain and rush out.

At the same time, another crimson saber light descended with a roar.

The massive mountain was completely halved!

Song Changming coldly retracted his saber, following the motion of the Zhao Family Ancestor’s figure with his gaze.

His right foot suddenly stomped, and the second Witch Soldier Seal was immediately invoked.

A nimble power burst forth, as if adding wings to Song Changming.

Like the Demon Ape Witch Soldier Seal, the power of this Demon Bird Witch Soldier Seal was now something his physical body could fully handle.

In the next moment, Song Changming vanished from sight.

In just a few breaths, he had caught up with the Zhao Family Ancestor.

The two fought fiercely in midair, and having tasted Song Changming’s true power and suffered a setback, the Zhao Family Ancestor dared not slight him anymore.

He now understood what was happening; Song Changming’s Qi Refining cultivation was not worth mentioning before him; what was truly powerful was the other’s tempered, Demon God-like flesh and blood!

That was the key to his injury.

"Ai Long!" Zhao Wen Ruo’s eyes were as bright as starfire, his longsword lifted, Gang Qi transformed into a azure tiger, swallowing the near Song Changming whole.

The intense Sword Intent continually corroded and eroded Song Changming’s body, until it knocked him into the ground like a meteor, dispersing in a violent explosion.

After exchanging blows, if anything made Song Changming feel particularly tricky, it was not the opponent’s status as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but the terrifying Sword Dao the opponent had honed for four hundred years.

Once displayed, its power was incredibly immense!

"If it weren’t for this layer of tortoise shell scales, that sword strike might have sent me off to be reborn..." Song Changming stepped steadily from the ground, brushing off the dust on himself, muttering to himself.

Zhao Wen Ruo frowned, stern.

It wasn’t surprising that this sword didn’t kill Song Changming, but the fact that it landed on him without even causing a scratch was something he couldn’t accept.

Sensing closely, Song Changming’s aura was immensely stable, with no indication of decline.

The dust was dispersed by a gust, revealing Song Changming’s intact form, calmly meeting his gaze.

Zhao Wen Ruo’s sight fell on Song Changming’s body.

At this moment, Song Changming’s clothes and armor had shattered, revealing skin surfaces covered with multi-colored, mysterious patterning.

Among them, the Demon Ape on the right arm and the Demon Bird painting on the right leg were particularly eye-catching.

Then on Song Changming’s chest, a layer of tortoise pattern like another armor was embedded there, extending into pieces of scale patterns, almost covering his entire body!

This was the third Witch Soldier Seal’s tortoise shell scales covering him.

And it was precisely this Witch Soldier Seal’s protection that allowed Song Changming to emerge unscathed after enduring the Zhao Family Ancestor’s sword!

"What kind of Technique is this?!" Zhao Wen Ruo questioned, unease stirring in his heart as he looked at the mysterious patterned images on Song Changming’s body.

Song Changming raised his hand to grasp, and the Changshou Saber buried underground, under this summoning, swiftly returned to his palm, where he gripped it.

"Again!" Song Changming felt the tremendous power surging within him, grinned, and with a forceful step, soared into the air, commanding the power of the three Witch Soldier Seals to once again attack the Zhao Family Ancestor.

Zhao Wen Ruo focused entirely, his Heart and Spirit immersed in his sword, at this moment he forgot the pain, leaving no reservations.

"Ai Long!"

Once again, a strike, with the Sword Intent forming a dragon shape, the Sword Might soared a level higher than just before!

Song Changming attempted to dodge, but the Sword Dragon pursued implacably, locking him in.

Seeing that he was about to be swallowed by the opponent’s Sword Intent again, Song Changming decisively abandoned futile evasions, instead meeting the attack proactively.

Holding the saber with both hands, he exerted force and slashed out once more.

Now his crimson Cloud Saber technique had been practiced from basic level to Mastery, and the pure sword might naturally increased significantly from before.

Combined with his power burst, this saber strike was later but faster, surpassing all!

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