763 Clouds Follow the Dragon and Wind Follows the Tiger (1/2)
It was a clash between the stars and the sun.
At the moment, a terrifying cloud of light rose high into the sky, suffusing through the entire military base and shrouding the heads of tens of thousands of people.
The qi from the sword moved through it vertically and horizontally, and the musical movements undulated. The destructive pressure made everyone's face pale. The closest spectators, namely the successors of the various houses, were already shaking, almost blown away by the pure gravitational force of the music theory.
Yuan He took seven consecutive steps back, his expression shocked. Compared to his grandfather's sword art, which surpassed supernatural forces like ghosts and gods, he was more afraid of Ye Qingxuan, and the power that erupted in a flash... It was a pure, crushing force.
It was as if the ground was rising, and the sky was falling.
The ground and the sky merged.
Everything would be crushed into powder!
In the rumble, the sword of the sun annihilated the endless stars, and it died out as well.
A forlorn wail of metal colliding sounded.
When the light dissipated, what everyone saw was the clash of the Chun Jun Sword and the New Testament Sword, the two swords parrying each other blade to blade.
Yuan Changqing's robe was torn, revealing the bronze skin below and the muscles that were so strong that they were completely unlike those of an old man, as well as the criss-crossed scars.
The skin on the back of Ye Qingxuan's hand also cracked, and streaks of scarlet blood seeped out from beneath the broken skin.
Victory and defeat had not been decided.
It was a tie.
The two exchanged a look and withdrew their swords at the same time, then took a step back.
”That was a good fight.” Yuan Changqing flipped his wrist and slid the hot Chun Jun Sword into its sheath. He seemed to feel that the result was unsatisfactory and looked a little regretful.
”Young people nowadays are really difficult to handle.” At the moment, he got to enjoy the long-lost fulfillment and excitement, the joy of putting in all his efforts to fight against an opponent.
However, Ye Qingxuan did not give it his all. He harbored no murderous intention, and he did not put all his chips, in the form of musical movements, on the table, nor did he intend to completely blast Yuan Changqing into pieces.
Regard this, Ye Qingxuan only nodded. ”You flatter me.”
The difficult one to handle is not me, but Yuan Changqing!
At the moment, he had completely grasped how terrifying the old man was. Rather than to say that Yuan Changqing was a great swordsman, it would be better to say that he completely forged himself into a sword.
A non-human item.
Ye Qingxuan also felt extraordinarily unhappy about this: The old man sounded fierce, but in the end, he still held back.
Against the power multiple times stronger than him, the sharp blade with an unparalleled ability to kill actually forcibly opened up a path, maintaining its undefeated status purely by relying on a skill that Ye Qingxuan could never ever match.
For such a person, a power ten times stronger than his was nothing at all, even one of a hundred times or a thousand times longer could hardly be of any use.
It had nothing to do with quantity.
It won because of its ”essence.”
Although the outcome had not been determined, and it was considered a tie, Ye Qingxuan knew it very well. If the two were to engage in a life-or-death battle at the moment, Yuan Changqing would have no chance of surviving, but Ye Qingxuan would definitely be the one to lose.
It was because of the conflict between where they were coming from. One sought survival, while the other sought victory. When the two opposed each other, the winner and loser would be clear at a glance. The person seeking survival would live, while the person seeking victory would win.
Just like how Ye Qingxuan loved to gamble unrestrainedly, so did Yuan Changqing, but although it was a gamble, all the same, the two wanted different things. Ye Qingxuan wanted to survive, while Yuan Changqing wanted… his enemy to die!
If one was to let him get within ten steps away from themselves, he would be as dangerous to one as the army of an entire country.
No wonder everyone is afraid of getting into a scrap with the madmen of House Yuan. They are actually best at the style of attack that will cause the enemy to perish along with themselves! In such a friendly match with set rules, he probably couldn't even use up to half of his power.
Looking at Ye Qingxuan who was deep in thought, Yuan Changqing shook his head, dissatisfied. ”Another one who thinks too much.” The old man sighed melancholically and said to himself, ”Why are there so many smart people in the world?”
Ye Qingxuan smiled. ”By trying to act smart, one can at least lead a slightly easier life.”
Yuan Changqing took a glance at him and completely lost any interest to have another go. He just waved his hand and turned to leave. He only paused in his steps when he walked past Yuan He, glancing at his eldest grandson. ”Do you understand what you are weak at?”
Yuan He looked down, his expression one of shame. ”I have learned my lesson.”
”You d*mn child, you learn everything fast, and you learn everything well, but from whom have you learned to be so shrewd?” Yuan Changqing finally took a last look at him. ”Don't waste any more time learning sword movements, learn to be a bit dumber first.” As he said so, he withdrew his gaze and left.
A melancholic sigh sounded in the wind. ”It's really... lonely...”
Ye Qingxuan stayed where he was, silently gazing in the direction where the old man's figure had disappeared, thinking about God knew what. After a long time, he suddenly laughed softly and made a slight obeisance towards the direction of Yuan Changqing left. ”Thank you for your guidance, Master Yuan.”
At the moment, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
Rain clouds gathered silently over the dark sky.
As he reached out, the rain clouds rolled, and everyone saw the sky shaking.
Rising from the ground, a hurricane was stirred up from beneath Ye Qingxuan's feet, accompanied by a massive amount of aether. It gathered into a violent torrent, forming a column of light, that rose into the sky, tearing the rain clouds apart and breaking the dark, gray sky.
A stream of sunlight spilled down from behind the clouds, falling on the incorporeal crown on his head, and the staff of authority of the King of Yellow strengthened him, together with the New Testament Sword, which emitted a majesty that one dared not daze directly upon.
As if layers of camouflage had been removed, a fierce aura hidden by the seal rose from Ye Qingxuan, causing the earth to freeze, the sky to shatter, and the air to almost solidify.
The phantom image of the Land of Dreams emerged.
A mighty, godly power operated, causing everything to bow.