One Against Three
Suddenly, a group of cultivators flew out of the palace and headed west, immediately alarming all the cultivators who had gathered in the Dayang City. They found secluded corners, out of sight of ordinary people, and quickly gave chase.
When everyone arrived, they realized that Mi Rushan really knew how to choose a place. This place was the flat area created when Yin Baikang smashed six mountain peaks in a fit of rage some time ago. The place was remote and deep in the mountains, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter. Moreover, the place was open, flat, and large enough to cover several thousand square meters.
Although Yue Qianchou had heard about Yin Baikang's mountain-building movement from Wen Rui and Nong Zhu, he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. Good heavens! This expert at the late Spirit Transformation stage is indeed extraordinary. Not to mention creating the world, he still has the ability to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split.
Originally, there were only about three hundred cultivators from the palace, but now, with the arrival of cultivators from the Dayang City, the number has increased tenfold, probably approaching three thousand. Their cultivation levels vary greatly. There are quite a few at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and it seems that many late Tribulation Transcendence stage have appeared out of nowhere.
The remote mountains and wilderness suddenly became bustling. The cultivators who had come from the Dayang City, unaware of the situation, sought out acquaintances who had emerged from the palace. After learning the reason for the disturbance, they were all furious. In an instant, a chorus of angry Yue Qianchou echoed through the remote mountains and wilderness.
"Keep cursing! I won't lose a single piece of my flesh!" Yue Qianchou maintained his defiant demeanor, glaring at the thousands pointing fingers. In situations like this, the best option was to remain silent. Before, he couldn't even out-curse three hundred people; now, facing three thousand, it was even more impossible. So letting him curse was the best choice.
Nong Zhu looked around with a grin, clicking his tongue repeatedly. What a spectacle! Being cursed by three thousand people at once. He'd definitely tell Bi Changchun about this unique scene when he got back, to let him know that the disciple of the Number One Expert Under Heaven was indeed extraordinary. Old Bi would surely be astonished!
Furong looked around, as if she were on a small boat in a raging storm, with giant monsters around her poised to engulf Yue Qianchou at any moment. Looking at Yue Qianchou, who was grinning coldly, his expression full of disdain, without a trace of panic or fear, she suddenly realized that this man's life must be full of adventure and excitement, accustomed to storms and trials, a completely different lifestyle from her peaceful life on Fu Xian Island.
With two Spirit Transformation stage experts holding the fort, the insults grew louder and louder, but they didn't cause any chaos. Gradually, several hundred square meters of space cleared out in the middle of the arena, leaving four people in the center: Yue Qianchou, Yan Feng, Wu Yankai, and Yuan Tonghai.
A fierce glint flashed across Yue Qianchou's face. He tossed the Storage Bag far between Wen Rui and Nong Zhu, landing right between them, where Furong stood. Immediately, the other three followed suit, throwing their Storage Bag as well. Shouts rang out from the crowd, "Kill him... slaughter him..."
Yue Qianchou glanced around, then pulled two items from his Storage Bag with both hands. Two dark, nearly two-meter-long cleavers reappeared, held conspicuously in his left and right hands.
The moment the two swords were drawn, the surrounding curses ceased, and people began to whisper among themselves. The topic of conversation was the legendary Blade Drawing Tournament they'd heard about; these two swords must be the legendary treasures, and they hadn't expected this guy to have them on him all along.
In an instant, various expressions of greed appeared in the eyes of many. Just like when Yue Qianchou killed Ding Wei died, Yue Qianchou picked up his blue throwing knives without anyone saying anything. But if someone could kill Yue Qianchou, then those two treasured knives...
Yan Feng's pupils contracted slightly; he had heard that Yan Fang, who had gone to Huaxia Country, had died by this very blade. The other two, however, fixed their gazes on the sword, their eyes burning with desire. Unfortunately, there were only two; one of the three was destined to miss out.
Yan Feng slowly took out a stack of rolled-up iron-colored whips. Yue Qianchou glanced at them. It seemed that the most skilled people in the Liuyan Sect of Xiushui Kingdom were whips. The three Yan brothers who died in Hundred Flower Valley used whips. It seemed that this person's whip was not as good as those three, but it looked much longer.
Wu Yankai used a flying sword. Yuan Tonghai, on the other hand, used a bow and arrow, a blood-red longbow with a red bowstring of unknown material. A quiver was slung over his back, and the arrows protruding from it were also blood-red.
Yue Qianchou was somewhat surprised. Someone was using bows and arrows as Law Artifact? What if they ran out of arrows? He was now truly sensing the difference between the Cultivation World various countries and those of Huaxia Country. The latter almost exclusively used flying swords, while the former used all sorts of bizarre weapons. The four people he'd met today didn't have the same weapon at all. Luckily, he could also wield a broadsword!
Seeing that the group had already set up their formation, Mi Rushan said expressionlessly, "It's right here, everyone, begin!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Feng and the other two immediately dodged, forming a pincer movement to surround Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou brandished his two large swords and yelled, "Take this!" He quickly chased after Yan Feng. Having fought against the people of Liuyan Sect in Hundred Flower Valley, he was experienced in dealing with those who used whips. The others, unaware of the situation, chose to fight the easier targets first.
Yan Feng waved his hand and a whip, several tens of meters long, curled up and went towards Yue Qianchou who was rushing towards him, seemingly trying to trap Yue Qianchou.
"Slash!" Yue Qianchou, swinging his sword to strike. Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind, its force considerable and its power formidable.
Without even looking, he knew it was one of the other two who had made the move. With no time to waste on the whip, he quickly dodged to the side. Taking advantage of the mid-air somersault, he saw it was Wu Yankai's flying sword.
The reason cultivators practice flying swords is because they are easier to control than most weapons and are extremely agile. Sure enough, as soon Yue Qianchou sprang away, the flying sword followed him, curving and shooting towards him without stopping.
At the same time, Yan Feng's long whip howled and lashed out wildly. Yue Qianchou was still in mid-air when Yuan Tonghai deftly pulled three arrows from the quiver on his back, nocked them all, and fired them simultaneously, the three arrows crisscrossing in the air with streaks of blood.
"Damn! That arrow even curves!" Yue Qianchou shouted again, "Behold my treasured sword!"
Before he even landed, Yan Feng's right hand, wielding a long sword, wildly slashed at the oncoming whip, while his left hand, also slashed with the long sword, rang out with a crisp "clang." The whip, which was swirling around, snapped into five or six pieces with a series of "thuds." Yan Feng was startled and dared not send out the remaining whip.
As the whip snapped, Wu Yankai was heartbroken. His flying sword was also destroyed in two by the broadsword, falling to the ground as two pieces of scrap metal, never to fly again.
A gasp rippled through the crowd. These two swords were excessively sharp, cutting through the whip and sword as easily as slicing tofu. It should be known that weapons usable by Tribulation Transcendence stage are not the Law Artifact of ordinary cultivators! Moreover, the items in the hands of these three people had indeed reached the level of Law Treasure.
In an instant, everyone's gaze toward the two precious swords burned even brighter, for it had been confirmed that they were indeed rare treasures.
Yue Qianchou had no time to care what the onlookers thought. There were still three arrows coming his way. His broadsword was large enough that as soon as he landed, he brought the two swords together, using them as a shield, and three loud clangs rang out. Although the flying sword was blocked, Yue Qianchou was still thrown back more than ten meters by the impact, leaving a straight line in the soft ground.
Nong Zhu shook his head slightly. This was the difference in cultivation level, an insurmountable flaw.
Yue Qianchou's arms were numb from the shock, and he almost dropped both swords. But then he saw the three arrows that had also been knocked away spin and tumble through the air before landing straight back into the quiver on Yuan Tonghai's back.
Damn it! What a piece of junk! It can even go home by itself! Yue Qianchou's arm twitched, and he charged at Yan Feng again. Who told that old man Yan Ji to threaten him? If he didn't kill him first, who else could he kill? This time he learned his lesson. A flying sword shot out from his sleeve, and as he took off, the flying sword immediately carried him and rushed towards Yan Ji.
Why are you staring at me like that! Wu Yankai has nothing left to do, why don't you go? Yan Feng was speechless. He casually flicked out the whip that had broken off more than ten meters long, and it pierced Yue Qianchou who was rushing towards him like a javelin.
Wu Yankai and Yuan Tonghai naturally wouldn't let Yan Feng go unpunished; they couldn't let Yue Qianchou deal with one person only to turn around and deal with them. Another flying sword shot out from Wu Yankai's Storage Bag; although not as good as the previous one, it was still effective. Yuan Tonghai grabbed a handful of arrows and nocked them simultaneously. No one knew how he used them, but seven or eight blood-red lines of arrows lashed out.
"Go to hell!" Yue Qianchou roared, throwing the two treasured swords directly into his Storage Bag. He found that although the swords were easy to use, they weren't very practical; you had to charge in and slash to use them effectively. They were fine against opponents of similar cultivation levels, but against higher-level opponents, you had to resort to sneak attacks, otherwise you couldn't even get close to them.
Sheathed his sword, and soared into the sky, dodging the three's attack. Wu Yankai and the other two nodded to each other, then quickly sprang into the air and gave chase. The surrounding spectators cheered loudly.
Furong nervously clasped her hands together, Nong Zhu glanced at her. He said, "Don't worry, this kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and he hasn't used any of them yet. He won't die." Wen Rui turned his head and looked at him, not expecting that Mr. Nongzhu had so much confidence in Yue Qianchou.
"Good thing you've come." Yue Qianchou stopped in mid-air, sneering. He was afraid that the three of you would be too far apart and he wouldn't be able to catch up. It would be best if you came together.
With a swift turn, he swooped down, his sleeves billowing open in the wind, instantly unleashing a continuous stream of azure shadows. In a flash, over a thousand flying swords appeared, overwhelming the three below. The sheer force of the thunderous sword rain left those around speechless. Who would believe it without witnessing it firsthand? That someone could actually control a thousand swords simultaneously!
So many flying swords? The three pursuers were first dumbfounded, then terrified, realizing they'd fallen for a trap. They quickly stopped, splitting up and fleeing in panic. However, their cultivation levels weren't fast enough to outrun the flying swords, and having been lured together by Yue Qianchou, coupled with this sudden attack, escape wasn't so easy...
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