Vol 2 Chapter 44.1 (1/2)
Chapter 44.1
Book 2 - Fame Spreads
Chapter 44.1 - Xiantian Blade Light
After leaving his eldest uncle’s residence, He Yiming went to his own room, grabbed the Reclining Moon Blade, and once again headed towards the mountains.
After learning that Lu Xinwen was a Xiantian cultivator, although he was not afraid in the slightest, he didn’t dare be carefree or neglectful either.
If he were to be neglectful and withholding even while confronting a Xiantian cultivator, it wouldn’t be any different than courting death.
He Yiming’s current most powerful martial skill was undoubtedly [Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms]. Furthermore, the use of this technique was not limited to his palm techniques and could even be used with blade techniques.
Of course, it was only Reclining Moon Blade that could bring out the powerful might of this technique most vividly.
For some reason, He Yiming felt that using this technique with Reclining Moon Blade would allow him to feel the most satisfaction.
In that case, being on the verge of confronting a powerful enemy, He Yiming would naturally not give up his most powerful weapon and move.
With Reclining Moon Blade on his back, He Yiming ran towards the mountains at a much quicker speed than before.
His figure resembled a wisp of smoke which had been blown by a gentle wind, floating hundreds of meters away. In a blink of an eye, unbeknownst to anybody, he’d already left the Yuan manor.
This kind of speed indeed exhibited the [Soaring Rain Cloud] skill vividly. It gave him a feeling that the more he used this skill, the more proficient he would become.
Not too long after, he’d already arrived at the location where he’d refined the Reclining Moon Blade. The place was still in a terrible condition. The destruction he’d caused at this place wasn’t something that could be pacified in a small duration.
Taking off the sack from his back, he gently jerked it upwards, and the three sections of Reclining Moon Blade immediately flew up in the sky.
The heavy Reclining Moon Blade soared in the sky as if it was weightless.
The next moment, He Yiming’s figure swayed once, and merely with this one gentle sway, his body suddenly seemed as if it was about to evaporate. As if standing there was not an individual, but an illusory image, a wisp of smoke.
Subsequently, his feet moved. This movement was no longer that of a human. He took countless steps instantly, as if he’d taken tens, hundreds, or even thousands of steps in the surroundings.
These footsteps were not illusory, instead they truly touched the ground, like the boundless mountain rain, enshrouding the entire mountain.
Indistinctly, He Yiming’s figure had already converted into cloud and mist, into swift gale and torrential rain.
Suddenly, his figure paused. His two feet stepped out one after another, virtually stepping into the air several times. At the same time, his arms stretched out, catching the falling down three sections.
His hands moved at an incomparably fast speed, seeming like a blur in mid-air. The next instant, the Reclining Moon Blade had been completely a.s.sembled.
In the air, the blade stance opened and [Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms] was unleashed, pressing down with a pressure of Mount Tai.
After a rumble, He Yiming dropped to the ground with a thump. Although he didn’t fall flat on his back, the fall was still quite terrible. Fortunately, he was able to thrust Reclining Moon Blade’s handle into the ground. Otherwise, he would truly be lying on his back.
He faintly gasped, and his face looked slightly flushed. The recent awe-inspiring aura had completely disappeared within an instant.
Looking at the Reclining Moon Blade in his hand, he inwardly thanked his luck
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