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"What did you just yell?"
He shook the dim-eyed, utterly disinterested walking stick in his hand, "Is this your stop?"
Yan Shijun lifted his eyes to look at him, his gaze suddenly filled with deep and poisonous hatred, "Heh heh, hahaha..."
His laughter was crazier than before, more hysterical.
Yang Ge looked at him, stroking the stubble on his chin, and said, "Have you ever read history books?"
But Yan Shijun only laughed madly, completely ignoring his question.
Yang Ge continued, "Do you know how Emperor Gaozu of Han’s concubine Qi died?"
Yan Shijun kept laughing crazily, whether he didn’t understand or simply didn’t care.
Yang Ge was about to say more when he suddenly lifted his eyelids to look straight ahead. He saw a verdant sword light, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, flash across from a distant mountain and abruptly came to a stop about twenty yards before him, slowly dissipating.
Seeing this, Yang Ge’s pupils slightly constricted!
They say, "When a pro makes a move, one knows if they have it or not." The sword light went from extremely fast to a complete stop, lifting heavy as if it was light, casually unrestrained, without the slightest sign of effort... This was like a vehicle stopping on a dime at a speed of 300 yards, without sliding forward due to inertia, and without any deformation due to the sudden braking.
Frankly, he couldn’t do that.
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At least not as effortlessly as the newcomer!
Before the sword light had faded, the hysterically laughing Yan Shijun suddenly began to howl and cry, "Ancestor, please revenge for your descendent. Shred this bastard into myriad pieces, crush his bones and scatter..."
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bones echoed, and the wailing stopped abruptly.
With a smile, Yang Ge slowly withdrew his hand from the top of Yan Shijun’s head... No, that should be from his chest cavity, or rather, still from the top of his head.
It was hard to tell whether it was from the chest cavity or the head, because Yan Shijun’s skull had been entirely crushed into his torso...
Twenty yards away, an elderly man in white with white hair and beard spoke in a heavy Jiujiang accent, "My, what a big temper this young lad has."
Yang Ge sized up the newcomer, quickly confirming... this was a very old man.
He could be sure of this, not simply because of the man’s snow-white hair. After all, not only the elderly had white hair, but also those with albinism and trendy youths.
Mainly because of the man’s deep well-like eyes, devoid of any discernible emotions.
All mammals have emotions in their eyes. Even cats and dogs have simple emotions like confusion, happiness, fear, anger...
But this old man’s eyes were like a pair of dark glass beads. Even when Yang Ge crushed Yan Shijun’s head into his chest right in front of him, his eyes remained as calm as if Yang Ge had not killed a distinguished junior calling to his ancestor but merely an unknown weed by the roadside.
This was terrifying!
Whether this old man had penetrated the essence of the seven emotions and six desires, or reached a state of perfect control over his own emotions...
It was terrifying!
Even more strange was that the old man’s appearance, contrary to his white hair and emotionless gaze, was full of vitality. His muscles were robust, skin taut, and features sharp. If he were to dye his hair and pretend to be a young man in his early twenties, it wouldn’t be too incongruous...
Yang Ge silently placed his hand on the hilt of his Cold Moon treasured saber, "I would like to be amiable, but you all insist on pushing me too far!"
The old man replied indifferently, "To reach the pinnacle, one must endure the pain. A little wind and rain provoke the wrath of thunder, reckless and willful. If you act on every whim, without restraint, how can you become a peak that stands alone, untouched and everlasting, to behold long life?"
Yang Ge squinted his eyes, slowly curving his lips into a smile, "Are you lecturing me?"
The old man also chuckled lightly, "Do you think I’m not qualified?"
Yang Ge nodded, "Frankly, you really aren’t!"
After a moment of contemplation, the old man regrettably rolled up his sleeves slowly, "Well then, since you do not comprehend the classics, I happen to know some martial arts. Perhaps I can help you come to a sudden realization and return to the right path."
Yang Ge’s smile slowly grew into wild laughter, "Old man, you’re quite sick in the head. Come over here and let me chop you three hundred times and help you ascend to immortality!"
He released the suppression of his inner energy, and his Taiji Yuan Shen in his Dantian, wasted away, opened its eyes in fury. Behind him, the Yin-Yang fish of the Taiji began to spin like it was wound up, the terrifying aura causing the elemental energy of the heavens and the earth to churn tumultuously, forming a hundred-yard Taiji Yin-Yang fish phantasm behind him.
"Taiji’s true intent?"
The old man’s eyes widened as he looked at the phantasm behind Yang Ge, and joy flared up in his previously still gaze, "Good, good, good, my path is not solitary, my path is not solitary after all!"
He laughed aloud, flipping his sleeve to gather thousands of Sword Qi like a lotus blossom connecting heaven and earth, moving majestically towards Yang Ge.
When Yang Ge saw this, a gleeful delight burst from his eyes, "Good, good, good! That’s more like it, that’s more like it indeed!"
He raised the Cold Moon treasured saber forward, and in an instant, the void seemed to echo with the cries of countless warhorses. The wind and clouds churned, transforming into legions with flags that blotted out the sky, a massive phantasm marching towards the sky-full of lotuses.
From a distance, the collision of the two massive spectacles in the high sky was like the meeting of two clouds or like the meeting of clear and muddy waters at sea.
"Boom!"
A thunderous, muffled roar exploded, tearing open a ripple-like crack in the mid-air. The powerful shockwave created fierce winds, and everywhere it passed, the mountains and fields buckled!
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