Chapter 745 - 399: Chengyun Pavilion (Part 3)
At this moment, a pair of tiger-like eyes flashed with electricity, coldly staring at the uninvited guests standing below the stone steps in front of the mountain: three figures in green robes, capes covering their faces, treasure swords strapped to their backs, standing in a pin formation.
The two sides were in a standoff. Then, with a flash of Qing Guang, Qing Guang Hall concealed itself and stood beside the robust man with the Big Chopper, scanning the crowd and sneering,
"A bunch of small-time Golden Core Realm guys also dare to plot for magic treasures. Brother Meng, why don’t you tidy up and come back to have a drink with us."
With a sullen and stifled tone, Meng Zhan raised his hand,
"Demon Sect."
Thus, Qing Guang Hall immediately saw that Meng Zhan’s left arm was clearly stained with blood, as if a spear, halberd, sword, or chisel had pierced through, leaving a blood hole. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, furrows deepened, and pinching the formula in secret, it became apparent that the visitor confused the Heavenly Mechanism, undoubtedly a Mountain Man; he too perked up mentally, pulling out a skull to hide in his sleeve as a guard, while pinching the formula to scatter something smoke-like sky-netting into the sky.
Suddenly, the whole sky over Ci Yun Temple brightened with gold, green, and white. It was as if three-colored clouds covered the skies, starry and resplendent, with rays of light scattered, almost as if evening had suddenly arrived.
Yet the three green-robed guests below the mountain did not interfere, watching quietly as Qing Guang Hall pinched the formula to control his treasure. Once he had finished his methods, the leader of the vanguard nodded.
Then, among the three, the slimmest figure stepped out, removed his conical hat, revealing a youthful, doll-like face, standing alone before the mountain path, clasping his fist in a ritual gesture.
"Zheng Mingyi, an outer disciple of Jiaoyuan Cave, Nine Heavens Temple of East Splendor Mountain, here to pay respects and request a duel."
Qing Guang Hall glanced at the young man, his expression serious,
"Brother Meng, why don’t we retreat into the tent and plan further..."
Meng Zhan grinned widely and laughed heartily,
"Afraid of what crap! Everyone boasts how formidable the Demon Sect is! I’ve been battle-hardened for years, beheaded countless heads under my sword! Today, I want to see just how tough mountain folks are! "
"...Be very careful."
Having known him for a long time, Qing Guang Hall understood his brother’s temper. Seeing him eager for a fight, knowing there was no persuading him, he simply pinched the formula and closed the Sanmei Divine Celestial Net, watching the fight closely to see the Mountain Man’s methods.
Meanwhile, Zheng Mingyi, staring at the swordsman who came to meet him on the mountain path, surprisingly grinned, as if something amusing had happened, slowly spread his right hand, making a gesture of invitation.
Meng Zhan saw this and almost twisted his nose in anger,
"Brat! I’m suppressing you by an entire realm, don’t underestimate people too much! I’ll let you strike first!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Mingyi seemed bewildered, turning to look for his senior brother’s guidance.
The latter still held his sword, nodding slightly.
Thus, Zheng Mingyi turned back, curled the two fingers of his right hand to form a sword technique, while his left hand played over his right arm as though plucking strings.
Seeing this, Meng Zhan turned beet red, ground his teeth together, his veins bulging on his face,
"You little brat! You’re not going to fool me again! Last time I was careless and hit by your sneaky move! You’re doing it again! Do you really think I’m a soft shrimp?! Made of clay!! Domineering Sword!!"
With a fierce shout like a tiger’s roar, the sound exploded like thunder, shaking the mountain ridge!
You could see Meng Zhan, roaring wildly, his blood vessels popping! His capillaries burst, dyeing his entire body red, instantly gathering terrifying monster power!
Effortlessly lifting that door-like thick, several hundred pounds heavy Nine-Ring Iron Great Chopper, effortlessly tossing up a swift, raging whirlwind!
Soon, Divine Gang condensed into blade! Golden splendor blossoming! Sword Qi like wind! Blade wave like storm! Lightning-rushing leaps! A single cleave!
"White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream! Slash——!!"
"Boom!"
Then he died.
Qing Guang Hall stood dumbstruck, watching his decades-old friend, his head exploding like a watermelon, red, yellow, green, and pink splattering all over.
The corpse’s broken flesh fell like a ragged sack into the cliff, the Big Chopper clattering down the steps like scrap metal.
But he saw nothing.
"Sss——Hoo——"
Amidst the long, deep breaths, the young man from East Splendor Mountain exhaled a mouthful of True Breath from his lungs, a vapor cloud wreathing his brows as he slowly opened his eyes, like a dragon hidden in the clouds revealing its form and opening its eyes.
"True Light Primordial Breaker, thank you for letting me win."