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“Chongde Sword Technique Third Move, Hidden Blade from a Low Stance!”
Hidden Blade from a Low Stance is a technique that Emperor Chongde comprehended from his subordinates. It is a swift and urgent move, executed at tricky angles and extremely dangerous.
Originally, Ye Mingshang was already in a difficult position against the delicate flowers and swaying willows. With another stab coming at him, he hurriedly raised his spear to block.
Sizzle!
The blade scraped against the spear shaft and then suddenly flipped. Ye Mingshang ducked to evade but still received a cut across his right cheek.
Feeling the coolness on his Face, Ye Mingshang quickly steadied himself and struck the spear, unleashing its power and forcing Sha Yi back.
Standing upright, he touched his right cheek, where the bright red spots of blood were quite noticeable.
The Hidden Blade from a Low Stance is inherently a technique for assassination, full of variations, quick and ruthless. Ye Mingshang had indeed suffered a hidden loss.
He rubbed his fingers together to wipe away the blood droplets. The scar on his Face remained, but he ignored it and coldly stared at Sha Yi.
Initially, he only intended to toy with him, but unexpectedly became so flustered due to a moment of carelessness.
"You've managed to wound me; you can die with pride now."
With a surge of momentum, a strong aura erupted from both himself and the ink spear, almost solidifying into substance. His own aura merged with that of the ink spear, creating an even stronger force that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.
A few days ago at Senra Hall, he had been injured by an unknown minor character and nearly lost his life. Now armed with the ink spear, which filled the void of not having a weapon, to be wounded again was truly infuriating!
An overwhelming aura surged forth, enveloping everything and making even vision blur.
Sha Yi was taken aback; this fierce presence left him gasping for breath.
“Tengu! Block him for me!”
The Great Tengu within him also had a dark expression, filled with dread. He had lived for centuries and had never encountered a person's killing intent that was so terrifying, as if they had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, having killed countless beings. It truly sent chills down his spine.
Even more terrifying was the oppressive force from the other party, a suffocating feeling he had only experienced from Abe Seimei, and even then, he was still relatively weak. After Abe's death, he hadn't felt this way for hundreds of years!
"This person is not easy to deal with; use that technique!" The Tengu's voice echoed in Sha Yi's mind.
Sha Yi was startled. "Do we really have to do it this way?"
"There’s no other choice. He is strong; even if my true form were here, I wouldn't be confident in defeating him."
Listening to the Great Tengu's words, Sha Yi gritted his teeth and thought, "I'll go for it!"
Ye Mingshang felt good at the moment. Previously, the killing intent within his body had been absorbed by the Ink Spear, leaving him feeling quite uncomfortable. Now, releasing his killing intent, the fusion of both sides produced an aura even larger and purer than before, making him feel extremely refreshed and invigorated.
After closing his eyes to silently sense for a moment, Ye Mingshang opened them. His pitch-black eyes seemed like bottomless abysses, drawing people in irresistibly.
Slowly raising the Ink Spear felt like lifting a great mountain.
As the Ink Spear rose, an astonishing aura began to coalesce. Although it was being lifted upward, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down from the sky, causing the winds and clouds to change.
"Ink Dragon Spear - Dance of Annihilation!"
"Chongde Sword Technique Secret Art - White Cloud Cangou - The passage of time is like the changing of clouds and the shifting of dogs!"
The phrase "the passage of time is like the changing of clouds and the shifting of dogs" describes the unpredictable nature of worldly affairs. This secret technique is also an unpredictable move; when powerful, it can destroy heaven and earth; when weak, it is merely a third-rate technique without any merit—completely a gamble.
However, Sha Yi was fortunate this time. As he executed what seemed like an ordinary slash, winds rose and clouds surged; time seemed to rewind as if aiming to destroy heaven and earth.
Two weapons, two techniques—both possessed immense destructive power. Once such moves were unleashed, retracting them would not be easy; moreover, Ye Mingshang had no intention of retracting them. Out of absolute confidence in himself, he was unafraid even if the opponent's momentum was overwhelming!
The techniques collided.
There was no catastrophic scene, nor was there a deafening sound; in an instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent, as if time and space had come to a standstill.
Crack!
The crisp sound was like that of a mirror shattering, and at the center, a web-like crack slowly appeared!
The space was fracturing!
This was not as grand as the shattering of the ground; the breaking of space was almost silent, but the destructive power was undeniable.
Snap!
Like a mirror breaking, a pitch-black void appeared before them, almost revealing the stars within.
A strong suction force emerged. Aside from Ye Mingshang and Sha Yi, everything—trees, houses, sand and stones, even the Half-Dead Person on the ground that was slowly recovering—was drawn in, unstoppable!
All of this unfolded before their eyes, yet they could not intervene. Their bodies seemed frozen in mid-air; they were halted in place, with only their thoughts remaining active, unable even to move their eyes.
A visually shocking scene appeared before them. Both Ye Mingshang and Sha Yi, as well as Great Tengu, were filled with astonishment, deeply awed by such an irresistible force.
Boom!
The space restored itself, and rocks collapsed; the area had turned into a wasteland.
Debris scattered everywhere, chaos reigned; there was no trace of the village that once stood here, nor any lush greenery.
In fact, even the mountain had been sheared off at one section!
Cough!
Struggling to rise from the ground, Ye Mingshang could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale, and his hand gripping the ink spear trembled.
He was already seriously injured!
The power of space was too overwhelming, leaving no thought of resistance. However, in this state, Sha Yi was unlikely to fare any better.
Looking over, Sha Yi lay on the ground not far away, barely clinging to life, his gaze dazed and on the verge of death.
After tossing a few pills into his mouth, Ye Mingshang's complexion improved slightly as he leaned on his ink spear and slowly walked over.
Sha Yi's condition was dire; his hair had turned gray from being struck by lightning, and deep curse marks appeared on his face. His once robust body now looked somewhat emaciated.
Ye Mingshang's gaze sharpened, his mind shaken.
The passage of time is like the changing of clouds and the shifting of dogs; it is unpredictable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes good and sometimes bad, impossible to grasp.
Clearly, Sha Yi had suffered a backlash.
"I didn't expect you to be this strong..."
A weak voice came through, but it wasn't Sha Yi's; it was Great Tengu's.
A dog-headed phantom appeared, though it was also very weak and nearly dissipated.
Ye Mingshang quietly glanced at him. "I thought you had abandoned **to follow this Fellow, but it turns out you're just a spirit." (To be continued.)
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