Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three – The Critical Sword Point (1/2)

Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three – The Critical Sword Point

Huang Zhuo Guang stood in the air.

Zheng Zhong’s cool eyes unconsciously showed hints of terror. He had been fooled! The dominance on Huang Zhuo Guang’s face had long disappeared, his eyes scornful.

The brutality and dominance was just his disguise!

Zheng Zhong realized that he had been tricked. From the start, he thought that Huang Zhuo Guang walked the path of domination and strength. At this time, he discovered he was completely wrong.

The sword of the sky was ethereal, empty and vast, invisible and intangible!

His sword essence was extremely strange. Zheng Zhong had never seen it before. What was most scary was that the entire sky seemed to have become his support. Meeting Huang Zhuo Guang’s eyes that were as cold and deep as the blue sky, the battle spirit in Zheng Zhong’s heart was unconsciously weakened.

Zheng Zhong was skilled in fighting. His cultivation was also slightly higher than Huang Zhuo Guang and he had instantly detected it.

However, he wasn’t willing to escape like this.

He could see the situation below. He knew that if he could keep stalling for a while, he could rely on his shidi to come help him. No matter how difficult Huang Zhuo Guang’s sword essence was to handle, or how many transformations his sword moves had, he believed if he and his shidi worked together, they could kill the other.

At this point, Zheng Zhong was already defeated but his goal was very clear. He wasn’t in attempting to defeat Huang Zhuo Guang but to get the secret realm. Therefore, he was dragging the battle out.

“Your shidi have all been killed,” Zheng Zhong suddenly said.

Huang Zhuo Guang smiled unconcernedly and said, “Who cares if the trash die?”

There was none of the dominance and overbearing presence on his face. His eyes were cold and composed.

Zheng Zhong’s heart felt a chill. This was a vicious and emotionless person. He said, “Why don’t you run?”

“Run?” Huang Zhuo Guang seemed to have heard a great joke. “Why should I run? I know you are stalling and waiting for your shidi to come help you.”

There wasn’t any panic in Huang Zhuo Guang’s voice. His mouth curved, his eyes slowly narrowing. “It is a pity that you do not know that the difference in our power isn’t something that can be made up by quantity.”

Zheng Zhong was slightly shocked. The confidence in Huang Zhuo Guang’s voice wasn’t a pretense, but he was still puzzled. He was at a disadvantage, but the difference in their strengths wasn’t as large as Huang Zhuo Guang stated.

Unless Huang Zhuo Guang had hidden his strength? Zheng Zhong’s heart suddenly jumped.

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Zuo Mo was very quick. Like a bolt of lightning, he reached the entrance to the secret realm. The entrance was inside a cave. Outside the cave, it was already chaotic, the sword energies were flying, everywhere and multicolored talismans flashing about. The ling power inside the little valley was a total mess.

When Liu Gui and the others saw Zuo Mo, their faces changed slightly.

Shixiong had told them not to provoke this person. They had also seen Zuo Mo’s Yang Fiendish Hard Lightning with their own eyes, and were wary. Seeing Zuo Mo coming to the secret realm, they instantly knew it wasn’t good.

Seven of them had been hiding in the chaotic crowd. They were also very careful, and had earned a significant amount. However, this amount of gains could not compare to a secret realm that had never been explored.

Zuo Mo had already noticed Liu Gui and the others by the secret realm’s entrance. Seeing the wariness on their faces, he knew if he proposed his plan, the others probably wouldn’t believe him.

Making a decision, Zuo Mo did not hesitate and took out the Serene Water Sword.

Inhaling deeply, he stepped hard on the ground and jumped! Like an arrow leaving the bow, he charged up seven dozen zhang. At the highest point, he suddenly crouched and hugged his knees, flipping forward. However, he only performed a half-flip. When his head was pointing downwards, the legs that were curved upwards suddenly pushed off the empty space above him.

Bam!

It was like there was an invisible wall above him, his legs pushing on it, he blasted off!

All the ling power in Zuo Mo’s body moved at that instant!

His body stretching out, it was a straight line from the tip of the sword to his heels. His entire person had transformed into a flying sword.

A sharp howl suddenly sounded, muffling over every other sound in the valley.

Everyone jumped and unconsciously stopped what they were doing. When they raised their heads to look up, it was as though they were struck by lightning!

It was possible to see a figure blurred by shuttle-shaped air ripples. The air inside the entire valley started to tremble, the fierce convulsions of the air rippled towards the ground. The ground shook like trembling dice.

Zuo Mo had completely forgotten everything at this point. The booming of air beside his ears causing him to be unable to hear anything. The pleasure of extreme speed caused the temperature of his blood to increase exponentially. Uncontrollably, he gave a long howl!

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate more!

He seemed to exercise all his ling power and strength in this short one hundred zhang. The furious air turbulence exploded around him, the temperature also rising.

He thought of the Meteor Void Fire in the past. In the beginning, he had named it “Diving from the Sky.” Later, he had learned thatthe name of this move was called Meteor Void Fire, a very famous move of Dhyana xiu.

However, Zong Ru had tried many times, but could not create Void Fire.

Zuo Mo found something unique. The air turbulence around him would not scatter during his charge. When his speed reached a certain level, he could tear apart the turbulence created from air, and create a certain kind of suction. This suction would cause the turbulence to stay close to his body, and form a turbulent area.

The Void Fire was birthed in this turbulent area.

Like when two hard pieces of rock collided together, it would create sparks. This turbulent area was like an area of rock made out of pieces of stone moving against each other high speed so sparks naturally formed.

Zuo Mo’s consciousness was like many tiny tentacles, accurately stirring the turbulence.

Hiss-crack!

A thread of fire shot out of the turbulence around his body. Quickly, the area of turbulence lit up around Zuo Mo’s body was like wood soaked in turpentine.