Chapter 381: Chapter 368: Who Dares to Block My Path?
The night of the full moon.
At the summit of Songdu Peak.
Over the great river that poured down from the mountain’s peak, there was a stone bridge more than twenty meters long and four meters wide.
At each end of the stone bridge stood a figure, as immovable as a mountain.
The one to the east stood in darkness. The moonlight was blocked by the cliff face, and the glow of the Moonlight Stones did not reach him.
He was a solitary man.
Only the lonely liked to hide themselves away in the darkness.
Dressed in black robes, he seemed to merge with the shadows.
Only the cold glint of the longsword in his hand revealed that he had been standing there all along.
Across from him stood a man in a white robe.
The mountain wind howled, making his white robe flap and crackle.
This man had short hair and stood with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling at his opponent.
He loved to smile, especially when facing a powerful opponent.
His smile was widely regarded as a classic example of a smile that doesn’t reach the eyes, one that could frighten a crying child into silence.
Of course, he himself had always believed his smile was very sunny and radiant.
Smiling was his trademark.
He was smiling now. He had waited a long time for this moment.
He used a saber—a Flying Saber!
The one and only Flying Saber user in the Profound Dao Sect!
No one knew where he hid his sabers. They were simply where they ought to be.
Crowds had gathered at both ends of the stone bridge, drawn by these two men.
They all stared at the two on the bridge with expressions of worship.
Qin Xuan of Extreme Thunder Peak and Sun Sheng of Biluo Peak!
These two senior brothers were both at the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven. They’d heard that Shen Lang of Songdu Peak had easily defeated Liu Feng and his "Seven Spin Chain." Independently, they had both come to see just how capable Shen Lang really was.
They hadn’t found Shen Lang, but they had found their mortal enemy!
This battle was unavoidable.
"I thought we wouldn’t meet until the year-end sect-wide tournament, but I never expected to run into you here. However, Qin Xuan, your momentum has already weakened. You are sure to lose this fight!"
Sun Sheng, clad in his white robe, said as his smile vanished.
A hint of weariness appeared on his face.
Every time he fought, everything seemed to be under his control. He loved that feeling.
No ripples, no tension.
He was used to it, and he was tired of it.
Especially when the light of the Moonlight Stones shone on him, making the junior sisters on either side of the bridge gaze at him with infatuation.
He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
In contrast, his opponent, Qin Xuan, stood in the darkness, his face completely obscured.
Sun Sheng had stolen the entire spotlight...
Qin Xuan didn’t speak. He was always like this—he wouldn’t speak if he didn’t have to. If one word sufficed, he would never use two.
The crowd on both sides of the bridge watched them without blinking.
One was Qin Xuan, who had integrated the "Thunder Control Divine Technique" into his swordsmanship, resulting in ferocious and domineering Attack Power.
The other was Sun Sheng, whose Flying Sabers were unpredictable and whose Cultivation Technique focused on light, elegant movement, allowing him to come and go without a trace.
The battle between two of the Inner Sect’s elite disciples was bound to be spectacular.
The disciples of Songdu Peak were all extremely excited, eagerly anticipating this battle.
Many among them had just recently witnessed Shen Lang’s battle against Liu Feng.
That magnificent battle was unforgettable.
And tonight, a great battle between two Inner Sect elite disciples was about to unfold here...
Just as everyone was focused intently on the two figures on the bridge, a gust of wind blew over, carrying an indescribable stench that billowed forth like a toxic gas!
This powerful "attack" instantly caused some of the younger, lower-cultivation individuals to faint from the smell.
THUD, THUD. A large number of people on both sides of the bridge collapsed.
Those who remained standing were all clutching their noses and bent over like cooked shrimp.
The originally quiet scene was completely shattered, replaced by an endless and creative stream of curses!
"Dammit, who did this!" Sun Sheng roared, clutching his nose.
An Inner Sect senior brother was an Inner Sect senior brother, after all. Even his curses were thunderous. The sound was earth-shaking, loud enough to startle a sleeping sow awake.
On the other side, Qin Xuan pointed his longsword down the path behind him, his whole body trembling. It was impossible to tell if it was from rage or the stench.
"Make way, brothers! Coming through, coming through!"
Fang Hongfeng came running at top speed, carrying a large bucket in each hand.
The people at both ends of the bridge immediately cleared a path for him.
However, the two men on the bridge now stood shoulder to shoulder, furiously blocking Fang Hongfeng’s path.
"Fang Hongfeng, so you’re the bastard behind this!"
Sun Sheng bellowed, and with two flicks of his right hand!
Two streaks of light flashed through the darkness, shooting toward Fang Hongfeng!
Fang Hongfeng’s cultivation was only at the Spirit Martial Realm Second Heaven. Furthermore, he was carrying two giant buckets and was already exhausted from climbing up from the foot of the mountain.
The distance between them was short, and Sun Sheng’s Flying Sabers were incredibly fast. He could only watch helplessly as the two sabers flew toward his chest...
"WHOOSH!"
A black shadow flashed, and Shen Lang was suddenly standing in front of Fang Hongfeng.
"SWISH SWISH SWISH!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Shen Lang instantly swept the two Flying Sabers into its folds.
The astonishingly powerful Flying Sabers vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea!
"You’re courting death, kid!"
Enraged that someone had neutralized his Flying Sabers, Sun Sheng waved his hands repeatedly. A dozen or so Flying Sabers completely enveloped Shen Lang from top to bottom, attacking him from different angles.
At the same time, behind the Flying Sabers, Qin Xuan charged toward Shen Lang with the ghostly movements of an assassin.
Lightning flared on his longsword, and its terrifying aura made the faces of the surrounding crowd change drastically!
The two had originally been opponents, but with one attacking from range and the other in close combat, their coordination was simply seamless.
"Get lost!"
Watching the longsword sweep toward him like a furious hurricane, Shen Lang roared.
He waved his hands, and his sleeves swept up all the incoming Flying Sabers. He then flung his arms out toward the advancing Qin Xuan!
"CHICHICHI..."
The Flying Sabers swept up by his sleeves linked together, forming two longswords that shot toward Qin Xuan!
’What powerful momentum!’
Greatly alarmed, Qin Xuan activated the Thunder Power in his body, channeling it into the Spiritual Artifact in his hand, and fiercely swung his sword at one of the longswords formed from the Flying Sabers!
’This is just a longsword made of Flying Sabers. It’s all flash and no substance. How could it possibly clash with my Spiritual Artifact?’
Qin Xuan sneered inwardly, preparing to shatter the two flying swords with a single strike.
His longsword, carrying formidable Thunder Power, swung upward and struck one of the strangely shaped flying swords.
"CLANG!"
The moment they collided, Qin Xuan was horrified!
A tremendous force transmitted from the saber-formed longsword. Gang Feng raged, and Powerful Qi surged. Qin Xuan’s arm went numb, and his longsword was instantly knocked from his grasp!
’Not good!’
Terrified, Qin Xuan dropped low and rolled toward the edge of the bridge, narrowly avoiding the longsword made of Flying Sabers!
But just as he steadied himself and looked up, he saw a pair of feet standing right in front of him!
Shen Lang looked down at Qin Xuan. In the instant the latter was stunned, he slapped out with his left hand!
"SMACK!"
A solid slap sent Qin Xuan screaming as he was flung into the lake below the bridge.
Meanwhile, at almost the exact moment Qin Xuan executed his "donkey roll," the other flying sword shot toward Sun Sheng!
"CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!"
Having already seen Qin Xuan’s longsword knocked from his hand, Sun Sheng was so frightened his Soul was about to scatter. How could he dare to block this flying sword head-on?
He retreated explosively, flicking his hands repeatedly. Streaks of light flashed as one Flying Saber after another struck the flying sword like lightning.
The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously.
Amid a shower of sparks, the flying sword finally disintegrated under the relentless barrage of Flying Sabers.
However, before Sun Sheng could even wipe the sweat from his brow, Shen Lang spun around and kicked a stone lion off the bridge’s railing, his right leg lashing out like a whip!
The stone lion, only about a foot tall, flew with a terrifying, sharp sound of Breaking the Sky and instantly slammed into Sun Sheng’s chest.
"BANG!"
A sweet taste filled Sun Sheng’s mouth as his body was sent flying. He tumbled off the stone bridge, landed hard on the ground, and passed out.
"If you want to duel, go to the battle arena. What are you doing on a public bridge? Are you insane? Anyone who dares block my path won’t even be able to crawl away!"
Shen Lang left them with those words and walked across the stone bridge step by step.
Fang Hongfeng, still standing in the middle of the bridge, stared blankly at the scene, unable to believe what he had just seen.
’My god, Qin Xuan and Sun Sheng are genuine Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven experts! He just sent them flying that easily?’
At both ends of the bridge, the crowd, still clutching their noses, raised their arms and cheered, "Yeah!"
"Junior Brother Shen Lang is amazing! Those were Inner Sect senior brothers at the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven! One slap for each of them! So cool!"
A group of junior sisters who had previously idolized Qin Xuan and Sun Sheng let out earth-shattering shrieks. They now stared at Shen Lang, lovestruck, their eyes filled with stars.
Qin Xuan and Sun Sheng, who had spent so long posturing, were now completely forgotten by the crowd...
Xia Xiaoting walked onto the stone bridge and said to the people behind her, "What are you still looking at? A few of you, go down and rescue Senior Brother Qin Xuan!"
Hearing her words, two people immediately jumped into the lake and pulled the half-dead Qin Xuan out.
"Hehe, what a kid. You really are arrogant. Just like Xiaoge and Senior Sister Zi Lan said!"
Just as Shen Lang stepped off the bridge, a woman in a long blue dress slowly emerged from the darkness in the distance and waved at him.
The woman was around the same age as Tang Zhenzhen, about twenty years old. She had a pair of clear, translucent eyes, untainted by a single speck of dust, like crystals from the depths of the sea.
Seeing Shen Lang staring blankly, the woman tilted her head slightly and said, "You sure put on a lot of airs. Not only did you make my father and the others come all the way from Heaven-Reaching Peak to see you, but you also made them wait for ages. Hurry up and come over. Those old guys are getting impatient!"
Kou Xiaotian, who was behind him, quickly strode to Shen Lang’s side and whispered, "She’s the Sect Leader’s daughter, Su Rong!"
Shen Lang nodded, stepped forward, and bowed. "Shen Lang greets Senior Sister..."
"Alright, I hate all these stupid rules. Come with me." Su Rong chuckled lightly and turned to leave.
Outside the Songdu Peak Hall, Tian Mohan and Wang Dashu were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, pacing back and forth at the entrance.
"Dashu, what kind of disciple did you take on? He’s causing trouble every other day!"
Tian Mohan had lost his usual composure and looked at Wang Dashu with exasperation, as if lamenting that iron could not be forged into steel.
"Just look! The Sect Leader and several Elders came in person! What in the world happened? These are Elders of the Profound Dao Sect, not just elders of our individual peaks! There are only ten in the entire Profound Dao Sect, and four of them showed up at once!"
