Chapter 493 (2/2)

With a gentle leap, the elder appeared besides SongYin. Seeing Ye Cang’s white hair, white brows, and white lashes, he waved his hand and ten thousand swords weaved towards him.

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~ Clang~ Ye Cang hand became fuzzy. Of the incoming swords, not a single one got near the three of them. There was only a sky full of the sound of clashing swords.

At this moment, Ye Cang’s left hand threw his sheath to the ground, exposing the white blade. With sword in hand, he frowned. He had already activated the 6th gene lock, and hoped he wouldn’t have to go up to the 8th.

“A’Xiong, Lele, if I tell you to go later, you have to run far away. I’m afraid of injuring you two.” Ye Cang said with his back to the two of them.

“I got it, bro.” Zhang ZhengXiong and Lin Le retreated a few steps and continued holding up the banner like protestors.

Ye Cang dashed forwards, arriving instantly. The great elder only seemed to turn slowly, yet managed to dodge.

Ye Cang frowned. Their two ‘fasts’ were different. The great elder had a sort of nimble fast, while he himself sought the pinnacle of pure speed. He suddenly turned back, becoming hundreds of crossing sword afterimages. The great elder moved like he was dancing; wherever his sword passed, a thousand cuts interweaved. The audience could only see the countless sparks from their collisions and hear the sound of their swords colliding. The white haired woman retreated to the edge and watched their exchanged with a gasp. He can actually fight with master!

The great elder smiled and captured Ye Cang’s blade. “This is a good sword. If I’m not wrong, it’s made from the bone of some creature.”

Ye Cang calmly nodded, then smiled lightly, “Correct. Guess what creature it belongs to.”

“Human?” The great elder could feel Ye Cang’s aura from his sword, as if it were a part of his body.

Ye Cang smiled. Correct, this sword was made from the spine left behind when I first went berserk. Pulling back his white sword, he unleashed a simple yet astonishingly fast thrust.

The great elder dodged hurriedly, “Such pure swordsmanship. If those brats had your comprehension and the patience to give up on the complicated and pursue simplicity, they wouldn’t be so bad these days. However, your sword has no spirit. It lacks emotion.”

“The sword is a tool for murder. Sword techniques are just killing skills. Since it is for killing, then obviously it should seek to kill in one strike. Superfluous things are all abandoned in pursuit of the limit of speed and power.” Ye Cang smiled as he withdrew his sword.

“Such a sad sword,” the great elder sighed, his two hands making a sword seal. “Ten Thousand Sword Secret Art – Extinguish Ten Thousand Souls.”

“Such a ridiculous sword.” Ye Cang sneered, unsealing his seventh gene lock. The sword seemed to resonate, the space around it becoming fuzzy.

Against the sky full of sword lights, Ye Cang only use one attack causing the sword strikes to instantly shatter. His arm faintly trembled. This level of vibration affected even himself, but he quickly recovered.

Everyone watched as the endless stream of sword lights and the vibration continued to collide. The crushed sword lights would regather and continued to push forwards. The two of them once again locked swords. Ye Cang looked at the red sword that was now in the great elder’s hand. Finally drawing your weapon? The red sword lights continued to explode against the vibration. Ye Cang was slowly being forced back. The nimble speed of the great elder made Ye Cang feel suppressed. He sighed, “A’Xiong, Lele, go!”