Dawn broke in the east, the full moon still hanging in the west.
Yang Ge stood aloft in the sky, his robes fluttering as if weightless, with the Cold Moon Saber quietly floating behind him, emitting a bright silvery glow that accentuated his upright figure, making him appear like an exiled immortal descending to earth.
"Master Yang, long time no see. Are you well?"
A hundred paces away, still clad in a dark robe with an imperial dragon design and wearing a crown, the hunchbacked old man stood under the night sky. His body continuously radiated a bright, imperial yellow light, at once resembling a true dragon emperor seated in a resplendent hall and a living Buddha with a radiant, pure light behind him.
Yang Ge looked straight at him, his voice light and indifferent, "Did you just threaten me?"
Although separated by a hundred paces, their conversation seemed as if they were mere inches apart.
The hunchbacked old man smiled faintly, "Where did Master Yang get such an idea? Please, come out of the camp and have a talk. It’s better than me personally coming to visit."
"Indeed, that’s a reasonable point."
Yang Ge nodded slightly, his face expressionless as he replied, "But I really didn’t like your approach!"
The hunchbacked old man placed his palms together and slightly bowed, "As long as Master Yang is willing to cease fighting, I am willing to offer an apology."
Yang Ge scoffed loudly, "Tens of thousands of eager soldiers have been mobilized for war and marched thousands of miles. Do you think a mere apology can just wipe the slate clean? Who do you think you are?"
Staring at Yang Ge for several moments, the hunchbacked old man suddenly laughed, "Come to think of it, if it weren’t for Master Yang’s shamelessness, bullying the weak with your strength, the children of the Longevity Heaven wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state..."
Yang Ge narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Are you threatening me again?"
The hunchbacked old man nodded with a smile, "If Master Yang feels this is a threat... then so be it!"
"Enough, enough, enough..."
Yang Ge opened his eyes wide, reaching to grasp the hilt of the Cold Moon Saber, "Since I’m here, let’s settle both old and new scores today."
Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man’s pupils tightened slightly, but he quickly smiled as if nothing was amiss, "Master, it would be wise to think thrice before acting. Once the bow is drawn... the arrow will not return!"
"When you marched your troops south..."
Yang Ge replied with a smile, and before he finished speaking, his figure had transformed into a streak of light, crossing the hundred paces in the blink of an eye, striking with his saber at the hunchbacked old man’s neck, "Did you ever consider that an arrow once loosed cannot be called back?"
The hunchbacked old man had anticipated a sudden outburst from Yang Ge, but when faced directly with Yang Ge’s fierce momentum, as if ready to bring mutual destruction, he instinctively retracted his body and retreated rapidly...
Yang Ge’s slash hit nothing, and without any hesitation, he pursued, following up with the move "Spring Thunder Strikes," unleashing a waterfall of deep purple saber Qi.
"Boom!"
As the hunchbacked old man retreated, he struck out with his palm to meet the attack, and in the midst of the dragon’s roar that shook heaven and earth, a golden-yellow five-clawed divine dragon and the thunderous, bizarre saber Qi annihilated each other, transforming into a cyan light curtain spreading slowly across the sky, illuminating the dark night as if it were daylight for a moment!
In the midst of chasing and retreating, the battlefield moved from the sky above the Wei encampment to an open wilderness.
Without any concerns in his mind, Yang Ge’s murderous aura grew even more intense. He became like a streak of light impossible for the naked eye to catch, furiously unleashing his saber Qi around the hunchbacked old man.
The hunchbacked old man responded to the myriad changes without moving an inch, his palms like two towering mountains, stirring up waves of palm Qi that stopped all the saber Qi before they could get within three paces of him.
The dense and low rumbling sound was like rolling thunder in the early spring, astounding everything within a hundred miles.
"Master Yang, you are not yet thirty and have already reached the peak of the martial world. Why bother fighting to the death with me, a mere bag of bones in a tomb?"
"You dare to be distracted and speak while fighting with me? That’s bold... Try my move, ’The Dragon Regrets’!"
As the saber Qi dissipated, Yang Ge reappeared, gripping the saber with both hands and performing the "Strength Cleaves Mount Hua," a move that seemed effortlessly yet heavily delivered, striking at the hunchbacked old man from afar.
The hunchbacked old man, having learned from past mistakes, didn’t dare to be careless. He inhaled deeply and met Yang Ge’s saber with his palm, "Master Yang, please appreciate this move ’One Hand Covers the Sky’!" Explore more stories with Freewebnovel
On Yang Ge’s side, the straightforward "Strength Cleaves Mount Hua" only revealed a thirty-yard long, plain saber Qi when the Cold Moon Saber fell. As the simple saber Qi descended, it emitted neither a stone-splitting roar nor supported by the characteristics of True Qi that shone with radiance. It was as plain as if it had been performed by a swordsman who had just mastered the saber technique.
On the hunchbacked old man’s side, the moment he struck out with his palm, a ten-zhang tall imperial yellow apparition burst forth from his body. The apparition too wore an imperial dragon robe and a crown, resembling a king who had converted to Buddhism. It moved in sync with the hunchbacked old man, raising its right hand in a seemingly slow but swift motion to meet the straightforward saber Qi.
"Clang..."
The saber Qi struck the large hand of the imperial Buddha’s apparition, and in what should have been an intangible clash, emitted a resounding blast as if solid objects had collided.
Both felt an immense force recoil back at them, gritting their teeth and forcefully maintaining their Qi to withstand the powerful blow.
After holding their ground for several breaths, both simultaneously withdrew and soared into the sky.
"Boom."
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The two formidable Qi forces exploded into a mushroom cloud. For a moment, the earth shook, fierce winds howled, and the camps of the Wei army and the Tartar army, tens of miles away, heard the uproar!
High in the sky, the two stood tens of paces apart, their eyes locked intently on their opponent, breathing heavily like oxen.
After a while, the hunchbacked old man asked in a deep voice, "Master Yang, that move just now... seemed familiar yet also slightly off. Could it be a variation of the ’Point of No Return’ you used before?"
"Good eye!"
Yang Ge responded lightly with a pause, then suddenly asked, "Old monk, although you’re dressed as an emperor, your martial arts... you’re not the last emperor of Meng Yuan, are you?"