Under the gaze of the multitude...
Yang Tiansheng slapped the sword box at his side, and it sprung open, releasing eight treasured swords that soared like freed doves towards the sky above Bright Summit. After circling for a number of weeks, they fell back around Yang Tiansheng, igniting fierce Sword Qi that complemented his tall and robust figure, making him appear like the God of Fire descending to earth, awe-inspiring and majestic!
"Subordinate Yang Tiansheng, seeks instruction from the Sect Hierarch!"
Yang Potian, standing on the steps above, burst into laughter, his figure slowly rising into the air: "What an impressive Flame Sword Master..."
The next second, a robust True Qi surged skyward like a terrifying tidal wave, turning into a splendid sea of flames that dyed the sky above the Holy Fire Hall a blazing red.
In contrast, Yang Tiansheng, surrounded by eight rays of scorching Sword Qi, suddenly seemed as insignificant as a mantis trying to stop a chariot...
"Be careful, my good nephew... The first move, Dragon Capturing Hand!"
Laughing, Yang Potian, hovering midair, struck out towards Yang Tiansheng with a palm from afar. His robust True Qi, following his motion, turned into an immense, flaming, ferocious hand, descending upon Yang Tiansheng with the force of Mount Tai collapsing.
Before the strike even landed, the gust from the palm whipped up sand and dust dozens of feet high, fluttering Yang Tiansheng’s robes violently, and forcing thousands of the Ming Sect’s disciples to retreat repeatedly.
Yang Tiansheng looked up at the palm strike that blotted out the sun, and with a stony expression, stamped heavily on the ground. The eight treasured swords encircling him instantly roared towards the sky, merging into a single, equally massive fiery-red treasured sword above his head. With an upward thrust, he faced the giant hand unflinchingly.
What a move by Yang Tiansheng, challenging the renown Great Sun Buddha Sovereign with his True Essence Peak strength, daring to replace defense with offense!
...
Yang Ge, clad in homespun and with a sheathless scrap of iron at his waist, stood amidst the crowd of over a thousand Ming Sect disciples, attentively perceiving the intent of the grand treasured sword in the air, nodding to himself and thinking that his trip might have been for naught...
After fighting Li Qing in Guilin, a battle exhilarating to the very end, Yang Tiansheng called upon friends and traveled with great fanfare straight to Bright Summit, alerting the majority of the southern martial arts community about his intention. How could Lou Wai Lou possibly remain ignorant of it?
The moment Yang Tiansheng entered the territory of Jiangxi, the news had already reached Lu Ting.
Knowing what this idiot was about to do, how could Yang Ge sit still?
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Indeed, Yang Ge had arrived quite early...
When Yang Potian and Zhou Yin were sitting across from each other drinking tea, he was cat-like, secretly eavesdropping nearby.
With his current martial skills, if he concealed his Qi, there would be no more than a handful of people under the heavens who could detect his presence.
Yang Potian and Zhou Yin were clearly not among them.
"Boom."
The great treasured sword and the immense hand perished together, the eight treasured swords fell back to the ground, and Yang Tiansheng slid backwards thirty feet before he could finally steady himself.
From this bout alone, it was evident that Yang Potian was more than a notch stronger than Yang Tiansheng.
Yet Yang Tiansheng had indeed withstood his strike!
And he did so unscathed!
"Well done!"
"Not bad at all!"
A half-eaten cucumber appeared in front of Yang Ge.
Turning his head in confusion, Yang Ge saw Zhang Xuansu, also disguised, who had somehow arrived at his side without notice, his belly sticking out as he enthusiastically watched the action before him while munching on the other half of the cucumber.
He asked in a flat tone, "How did you get here?"
Zhang Xuansu replied indignantly in transmitted voice, "If you can be here, why can’t the Taoist Master come?"
Yang Ge reluctantly took the half-eaten cucumber and said with disdain, "Is this cucumber washed?"
Zhang Xuansu retorted impatiently, "Stop being so fussy. Eat if you want, give it back if you don’t!"
"Crunch!"
Yang Ge took a bite of the cucumber, the refreshing taste spreading through his mouth, and immediately looked cheerfully towards Yang Tiansheng and said in a low voice, "That’s my brother out there!"
Zhang Xuansu, engrossed in the fight and continuing to eat his cucumber, did not respond.
After taking a few more bites of the cucumber, Yang Ge asked, "Since you’re here, where’s the guy from Treasure Temple?"
Zhang Xuansu shuffled irritably to one side and replied, "Can’t you just sit still and enjoy the show? How would the Taoist Master know where that old baldy is?"
Yang Ge frowned and said, "Don’t play dumb, you know what I mean, don’t you?"
Zhang Xuansu angrily thrust out his hand, "Give the cucumber back!"
Yang Ge quickly shielded the remaining half of the cucumber in his hand, "You old man, why such a temper at your age? It was just a casual question. If I really suspected you, I would have gone to Mount Longhu to find you long ago!"
Zhang Xuansu laughed in spite of himself, "So, should the Taoist Master thank you for that?"
Yang Ge, "Well, why not?"
As they spoke, Yang Tiansheng and Yang Potian had each unleashed their second moves.
Yang Potian’s move ’Iron Refining Hand’ had a Qi Force intense as molten lava, even causing the stone steps to show signs of melting where it passed.
Yang Tiansheng countered with ’Wind Fire Mountains and Forests’, turning eight swords into a cyclone of Sword Qi, continually eroding Yang Potian’s palm force.
Zhang Xuansu glanced at Yang Tiansheng’s sword moves, then turned his head in bewilderment to look at Yang Ge, "Were you two taught by the same master?"
Yang Ge, munching on his cucumber, replied, "Didn’t I tell you? He’s my brother!"
"Boom..."
The Sword Qi tornado transformed into a mighty flaming treasured sword, shattering the Iron Refining Hand and its residual force hit Yang Tiansheng in the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed heavily to the ground, creating a spiderweb of cracks on the stone floor.
Seeing this, Yang Ge slowly put down the cucumber in his hand.
Zhang Xuansu quickly reached out to stop him, "Hey, hey, a true gentleman watches the game without speaking!"
Yang Ge turned his head, and with a mischievous smile, looked at him and said, "What now, you want to stand up for Yang Potian?"