The mountains stretched wild and vast; the drizzle had dispersed.
The moon's hazy outline showed as clouds withdrew from the countless peaks.
At some unknown point, a haloed moon had appeared in the dark sky.
Not long after a few distant ape cries faded, a sudden ringing clash of metal shattered the silence of the mountain path.
Two figures bounded up from below, treading the moss-covered ancient stone steps. Azure light flowed and white rainbows swept through the air in their hands as they fought fiercely.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword winds hissed, blades rang out, and weapons clashed.
Lian Youming bared his teeth like a crazed monkey or wild ape in the mountains, his face vicious, his eyes ferocious, a terrifying murderous aura raging from his entire body. Old Daoist Wei's white hair hung loose, his eyes icy. His eight-foot sword moved around his body, his killing intent likewise towering.
They fought as they went, their feet flying along the path.
The long mountain stairway, exhausting to ordinary people, was now as easy as level ground beneath their feet.
Old Daoist Wei's eyes were wide. Gone were his earlier contempt and casual manner; now he barely spoke. He gripped his sword with both hands, his moves devious and ruthless, so fast that beneath the moonlight only an Eight-Foot Azure Glint remained, darting up and down, the blade itself barely visible.
As the sword light wheeled, fine sword marks instantly appeared across the rock walls and stone steps along their route, a shocking sight.
Lian Youming narrowed his fierce eyes slightly and gulped in a great breath. He sprang and lunged, running and leaping like an ape, covering more than two or three meters with each stride. In the shadows of his face, his bright eyes flicked constantly,