The moonlight was clear, the wind and snow howled.
The two were no more than thirty feet apart, their towering pressures clashing in close quarters, creating a vacuum zone where the wind and snow could not penetrate.
Yang Ge’s pressure was fierce and wild, like a mountain flood breaking the bank and a tiger descending the mountain, carrying a violence that seemed to say all would burn with him, a scent of madness.
The pressure from the man in the dragon robe was overbearing and grand, like thousands of horses galloping and great mountains towering, yet subtly mingled with an indescribable evil Qi and the aura of death.
The clashing pressures of the two persisted for a long while, causing series of muffled Qi explosions in the void, yet neither showed signs of faltering...
Soon, Yang Ge’s patience ran out, and with an expressionless face, he stepped forward and dashed forward with his saber.
The next second, the bright Qi of his saber tore through the night sky!
The man in the dragon robe slightly furrowed his brows, seeming somewhat unadapted to the young man’s fierce style of fighting without even exchanging words first, but his actions were not slow at all, launching a punch as he leapt forward.
Only the loud cry of a dragon was heard, and a lifelike, finely detailed Qi Force formed a five-clawed golden dragon that collided with the bright saber light.
"Bang bang bang..."
The saber Qi shattered, exploding into several snow waves two to three stories high.
Charging forward, Yang Ge felt a mighty force coming head-on. Without thinking, he swung his saber at this relentless force but felt only a tightness in his chest as he was completely thrown back. He held his breath and forcefully exerted his True Qi in a strike forward, using offense as his defense.
"Bang..."
A golden radiant, gaunt fist tore right through his saber Qi, and a formidable silhouette surged forward with a trail of afterimages.
Barely stabilizing his stance, Yang Ge trod heavily on the ground to counter the rebounding force. He swung his saber to meet the attack, his saber moving like a whip, fiercely slashing at the formidable figure: "Thunderous Spring Kill!"
The Cold Moon Saber traced a smooth arc, bursting forth a thick and tearing, tail-shaped... dark purple Qi.
The man in the dragon robe swung his punches like hammering, in the blink of an eye, he remotely threw dozens of punches, with each punch echoing the cry of a dragon as golden dragons flew about.
The Thunder Kill Qi burst in a flash, chopping through half of the golden dragons, and the surging residual force whipped up a field of pure white snow that enveloped the remaining dragons along with the two who could not evade.
Two moments later, two silhouettes burst out of the snowstorm, rapidly moving and continuously striking each other mid-air, raining down storm-like residual forces, blasting rows of snow waves on the ground...
Yang Ge, supported by a nearly demonic Evil Qi, forcibly erupted his True Qi to combat the man in the dragon robe, whose external appearance was like dried tree bark, but found himself feeling increasingly ill, almost to the point of vomiting blood!
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He did not know what martial art the hunched old man in dragon robes practiced. Every move was not only heavy and powerful, but they also seemed to have some Qi-breaking properties. His own Taiji True Qi, honed through his dual cultivation of yin and yang, along with his thoroughly practiced Army-Destroying Saber Skill, were completely countered by the man in the dragon robe. No matter how he wielded his saber, the man would simply break it with an ordinary punch.
This suffocating, powerless feeling, as if all he had learned was nothing but trivial little tricks unsuitable for the grand stage...
"No Return!"
Knowing he was likely no match for the man in the dragon robe, Yang Ge swung out his saber without a second thought.
With one strike, the Cold Moon Saber drew a dim cut that was slow yet fast, aiming to slice the man in the dragon robe at the waist.
However, the man in the dragon robe, recognizing the move, immediately gave up the advantage of pressing down on Yang Ge, steadied his stance, and extended his hand towards Yang Ge, controlling with a simple gesture... even this simple action from the man exuded an imposing aura as if he held the world in his hand.
The next second, nine golden dragons erupted from the man in the dragon robe, roaring as they charged towards the unremarkable saber light.
The cutting light passed by, and one after another, the majestic golden dragons were obliterated inch by inch, yet the saber light showed no wavering.
In the blink of an eye, a dim saber Qi resembling a crescent moon cleared the sky full of golden dragons, bursting out dazzling golden Qi that engulfed the man in the dragon robe.
As the dazzling halo gradually dispersed, Yang Ge, who had fallen back more than thirty feet, looked up only to see a hunched silhouette gradually emerging from the halo...
Looking at that silhouette, Yang Ge, though having had his suspicions, could not help but let out a silent sigh.
This strike, he would probably never be able to deliver again; even if forcibly executed, it would only mimic the form, missing the essence.
"These ancient elders, their depths are indeed profound and plenty!"
"Is this the Layman’s strongest move ’No Return’?"
The man in the dragon robe spoke with interest, chuckling: "Indeed, there are talents from generation to generation, and reputed individuals have no empty names!"
From his tone, it was clear he was already familiar with Yang Ge and knew him quite profoundly.
Yang Ge smiled helplessly: "If even this move cannot deter you, it seems this place shall be where I’m laid to rest... Might you bestow your name so I can know it as a ghost?"
The man in the dragon robe looked at him, smiling: "What do you think?"
Yang Ge restrained his smile, gripping the Cold Moon Saber: "It seems you aren’t completely confident about defeating Yang Erlang, so be it, fleeing is also a skill I excel in."
The man in the dragon robe continued to look at him, smiling: "Young fellow, such a crude attempt at reverse psychology, don’t bother showing off such tricks. When I was roaming the martial world, even your great-grandfather was probably still in his cradle."