Robbing Someone
Hua Qiang's heart sank. Today's battle would be difficult; the difference in their cultivation levels was too great.
He was barely able to withstand the slap and was sent flying.
Although I managed to retaliate and cause the other party to suffer a minor loss, it was only because the other party did not expect me to have such skills and was careless.
If he is wary of me, then his superior strength will crush me, and I will be in trouble.
No, I have to take the initiative and not let the other party make the first move.
In an instant, the temperature in the area plummeted, and then a flurry of snowflakes began to fall.
The heavy snow was mixed with tens of thousands of hailstones, which pelted the area.
As a Saint of the first rank, Pang Youyu had been wandering in this cultivation world for many years. He had seen all kinds of storms and encountered all kinds of opponents.
But today, he was truly astonished and speechless.
This bald-headed boy in front of me is only eighteen years old, yet he has comprehended two laws.
Before, he was using the Darkness Law, and the eerie and sinister aura seemed to drag the surrounding space into an endless Abyss. The dark energy was wrapped in strands, exuding a chilling stillness.
Now, the Ice Law have been switched, and in an instant, this world has become a kingdom of Bing Xue. The biting wind howls, huge hailstones fall from the sky, and the vast expanse of Bing Xue flies wildly, each piece like a sharp blade, cutting through the void.
"How is this kid possible?" Pang Youyu's face was full of disbelief.
"It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to even touch a law, requiring countless efforts and many opportunities."
He can master two techniques, and has even grasped the basics of both while wielding them with such proficiency—it's unheard of! What else could he be but a prodigy!
Thinking of this, a trace of regret crept into my heart.
I thought dealing with a young upstart would be a piece of cake, but I never expected to run into such a tough opponent.
Now that the feud has been formed, it seems to be deeply rooted and difficult to resolve.
"Hmph, since it's already like this, we absolutely cannot let him grow. We must take advantage of his lack of strength and completely eliminate him to prevent him from becoming a major threat in the future."
A ruthless glint flashed in Pang Youyu's eyes, and killing intent arose instantly.
With a sudden thought, the void above his head trembled, and a sword seemed to tear through the sky and travel through time and space.
Sword light pulsed around him, like a dancing serpent, its brilliance dazzling and instantly enveloping him layer upon layer, impenetrable, as if a sword fortress had been built.
Immediately afterwards, countless sharp swords materialized out of thin air amidst the vast expanse of Bing Xue, their cold light flashing, and they collided fiercely with the howling hailstones, the clanging sound resounding through the sky, like a violent symphony of metal and ice crystals intertwined.
Each sword seemed to possess sentience, charging left and right amidst the hail, fighting fiercely. Wherever the sword tip passed, the hail was shattered into ice shards, which flew in all directions.
However, Pang Youyi did not stop there. He pointed a single finger at Hua Qiang and suddenly pointed it. A giant sword light appeared, like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying World-destroying force, and quickly stabbed towards Hua Qiang.
A sudden, intense sense of danger surged through Hua Qiang's heart, as if the scythe of death was hanging over his neck, and a chill ran straight to his heart.
With a wave of his hand, the earth trembled beneath his feet, and towering trees burst forth from the ground, growing, splitting, and multiplying at a visible speed, instantly transforming into a vast and boundless forest.
These trees have thick, intertwined, and overlapping branches, like close comrades-in-arms, surrounding and protecting Hua Qiang in layers, as if they have built a majestic green castle.
Moreover, on that giant tree trunk, vines stretched out in a winding manner, like agile Flood Dragon, entwining themselves around the rapidly approaching giant sword.
But the sword's edge was too sharp, like an indestructible divine weapon. Wherever it passed, the tough vines snapped, and fragments filled the air.
But its momentum did not diminish, and it continued to advance rapidly towards Hua Qiang.
Seeing this, Hua Qiang snorted coldly. Countless branches on the tree seemed to be awakened guards, stretching out in unison, just like countless green hands, baring their fangs and claws to grab the long Longsword.
Under these numerous obstacles, the sword's speed finally slowed down, gradually sinking into the "green swamp" woven from branches and vines, like a trapped beast trapped in a cage.
Upon seeing this, Pang Youyu's face darkened, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
He snapped his fingers crisply and uttered a single word—"Explode!"
In an instant, the cage composed of countless giant trees exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited, with a deafening roar, just like the detonation of a giant bullet.
Wood chips and leaves danced wildly in the air, gathering into a green mushroom cloud that blotted out the sun. The shock caused the surrounding Bing Xue and snow to melt, and the earth to tremble violently, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.
Hua Qiang stood in the center of this green ocean, like a king who ruled over all things. With a thought, he instantly teleported to the edge of the forest.
Immediately afterwards, the vast forest seemed to come alive, violently undulating and rising from the ground, gradually coalescing into a Green Giant tens of thousands of feet tall.
The Giants exuded an ancient and powerful aura. Every step it took caused the earth to collapse and the mountains and rivers to shake. It stomped down hard on Pang Youdao, as if to crush him into dust.
Pang Youdao's pupils contracted sharply, and he cursed inwardly. His hands moved swiftly, unleashing a complex and profound sword technique.
In an instant, another giant sword appeared out of nowhere, its blade blotting out the sky and sun, as if it could cleave through the Milky Way, carrying immense Yuan Power, and fiercely slashing at the Green Giant.
In an instant, the giant sword and the Giants clashed fiercely, with deafening roars and energy ripples spreading everywhere with each collision, distorting and deforming the surrounding space.
Meanwhile, the hailstorm continued unabated, relentlessly raining down on Pang Youdao, leaving him overwhelmed.
Even though Pang Youdao was Sixth-tier Saint, he was feeling extremely strained at this moment, and the Yuan Power in his body was being rapidly depleted, like a flood breaking through a dam.
The sword forest he conjured was much sparser and weaker due to insufficient Yuan Power, while the constantly falling hailstones grew larger and larger, with a power like a surging tide, one wave higher than the next.
Taking advantage of the situation, Hua Qiang drew his Thunderclap Blade, his figure as swift as lightning, weaving through the hail and sword forest. He unleashed a series of sword techniques, shouting, "Furious Blade Domain!"
In an instant, giant Thunderclap Blade appeared suspended in the air, their hilts trembling and blades buzzing, exuding a violent and fierce aura. They intertwined in the air to form a world of blades, forcefully rushing into the forest of swords.
The clash of swords produced a thunderous clang, sparks flying everywhere, much like Mars in full bloom.
Countless blade beams broke through the sword forest's defenses and slashed towards Pang Youdao like lightning. Pang Youdao was unable to dodge in time, and his clothes were instantly torn to shreds. Although his skin and flesh were not broken, he looked extremely disheveled.
"Damn it, what evil spirit did I run into today?" Pang Youdao both shocked and angry, his heart filled with resentment.
"How could an eighteen-year-old boy possess such terrifying abilities?"
He gritted his teeth and threw a punch forward. The wind from his punch was so strong that it seemed to scatter the void. The blades that attacked him were all shattered into dust. However, the Blade Qi Vertical and Horizontal still managed to cut into his body, leaving many fine white marks.
Just as Pang Youdao in a state of utter distress, suddenly, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, as if he were in a purgatory furnace, and a fiery world descended out of nowhere.
It turns out that Hua Qiang activated the third law of power—fire.
The raging fire spread like wildfire, devouring everything in its path. Where the flames licked, Bing Xue melted, and even the sharp sword was burned red-hot, almost melting away.
Upon seeing this, Pang Youdao was filled with fear, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He quickly called out, "Young friend, it was all a misunderstanding before. Let's stop and make peace, okay?"
We are both from the same sect, and sects strictly forbid infighting. If we fight like this and alert the Sect Master, we'll both be in deep trouble!
Seeing that Pang Youdao backed down, Hua Qiang thought to himself that he was not willing to push things too far, so he took the opportunity to say, "In that case, you should put away your supernatural powers first."
Upon hearing this, Pang Youdao frowned, his expression hesitant, his face alternating between pale and flushed. After struggling internally for a long time, he finally sighed and reluctantly withdrew the sword forest.
Upon seeing this, Hua Qiang also summoned all available means of attack.
In an instant, the battlefield, once chilling to the bone, filled with flashing swords and blazing flames, fell eerily silent.
Only the mess on the ground and the lingering smoke told the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
Neither of them noticed that, high in the sky, within a cloud of mist, lay a figure in a purple robe.
This person's inner Yuan Power was contained, his aura seemingly merging into the void. He silently watched the breathtaking battle below, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
Hua Qiang looked up at Pang Youdao, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.
He rubbed his fingers together and said slowly, "Great Elder, you started this conflict, and you suggested stopping now. But I was the one who got beaten up. How can you just let it go with a few words?"
"You'll have to show some real sincerity to soothe my wounded heart."
He's going to... rob someone!