Chapter 490: This White Light is Perfect——
“All together?”
The moment those words were spoken, Xu Yourong and Qin Xiuyuan exchanged glances.
Gu Yingmian showed a helpless expression while Long Xiao had an angry tic forming on his forehead.
“…Hey, you brat, don’t get too cocky!”
Long Xiao muttered, “I’m at the peak of the Great Ascension too, and I’m not this arrogant.”
“Misunderstanding, Father-in-law,”
Young Master Sang sighed, “That’s why, even if the two of us fought, we’d probably be wasting our energy for three days and nights without a clear outcome.”
“Just let us all four go together; it’ll put some pressure on me, and we can quickly find out what my limits are.”
Long Xiao still seemed a bit displeased, his gaze dark as he thought about how to take this cocky brat down a notch later.
Seeing that Long Xiao didn’t speak further, Xu Yourong and Qin Xiuyuan fell silent, while Gu Yingmian could only lightly stroke her sword:
“What a pity. As a fellow sword user, I have no way to deal with your Qingping Fusheng Sword if I can’t surpass it.”
“Going together… I’m fine with that.”
“Well then, let’s go.” Young Master Sang stood up, lightly brushing the dust off his clothes.
In an instant, the four of them retreated dozens of miles simultaneously.
Qin Xiuyuan, with a graceful gesture, conjured several dark-colored needles formed by yin winds that seemed ready to penetrate the mountains.
Long Xiao roared, transforming into his true form and soaring into the sky, causing the clouds to darken ominously as he passed.
Gu Yingmian unsheathed her sword, its edge concealed, but her bright eyes were fixed on Young Master Sang.
Xu Yourong hesitated for a moment but reluctantly withdrew his precious sword, channeling all his spiritual energy into his fist and prepared to smash it.
At the center of the four, Young Master Sang gently raised his hand, the Dream Jun Sword manifesting in his grip, both real and illusory.
The atmosphere became tense.
Meanwhile, on a distant mountain, Master Yu Xia was panic-stricken, quickly shielding Zhang Xiaoying as they retreated farther.
Hua Jianglian grew increasingly excited, holding the communication device tightly as the livestream numbers climbed towards a billion.
“Everyone in the livestream, this is a Great Ascension battle! It’s a rare sight in a thousand years, the Taimu Alliance leader Young Master Sang challenging four at once!”
“Come on, folks, start showering gifts to help Young Master Sang take on four!”
Countless viewers in the livestream were indeed getting fired up, sending gifts that almost overloaded the servers.
Everyone was anxiously watching these five individuals.
In an instant, Qin Xiuyuan made the first move.
Several yin needles silently pierced the air towards Young Master Sang, making no sound at all. For any other cultivator, they wouldn’t have even realized they had been decimated.
However, the needles only struck Young Master Sang’s afterimage.
The moment Young Master Sang stepped forward, the spiritual energy within a hundred-mile radius instantly vanished.
Xu Yourong, who was gathering energy, suddenly found it uncontrollably rushing towards Young Master Sang, nearly depleting in an instant, leaving him momentarily stunned.
But just as he was stunned, he realized Young Master Sang’s first target was directly heading towards him.
With no other choice, Xu Yourong had to expend his internal spiritual power, condensing it all in his fist, and threw a punch towards Young Master Sang, compressing the space as he moved.
Young Master Sang remained unhurried, the Dream Jun Sword swirling with golden light, meeting the punch with one of his own.
“Boom!!”
The explosive clash sent shockwaves that reached even the distant Hua Jianglian, blowing her skirt upwards.
The communication device only showed a blinding white light, prompting frustration among countless viewers.
As it happened, one punch sent Xu Yourong flying, staggering as he tried to regain his balance.
…Oh gosh.
At the peak of the Great Ascension, relying solely on cultivation background put him in a whole different league.
This punch had no flashy embellishments, just a sheer comparison of foundational spiritual power.
The result? His hand was tingling, and he couldn’t help but shake it.
“Damn,” Xu Yourong cursed under his breath, “Don’t you worry about wasting all that spiritual energy and us four wiping you out later?”
Young Master Sang just smiled faintly.
…He really didn’t worry.
The Earthly Zang Immortal Crystal was like a walking black hole. With just one thought, all the surrounding spiritual energy would rush to him.
It was truly inexhaustible.
Qin Xiuyuan raised an eyebrow, his fingers weaving spells as several yin needles appeared at the most treacherous angles, completely sealing off Young Master Sang’s escape routes.
But alas, with his mask mode activated, Young Master Sang, even with his eyes closed, could still perceive everything around him.
Without raising his head, he wielded his sword, effortlessly deflecting all of Qin Xiuyuan’s attacks.
“Impressive,” Qin Xiuyuan remarked with raised brows.
At that moment, Gu Yingmian also made her move.
Her sword had long concealed its sharpness, waiting for Young Master Sang to exhaust his strength before unleashing a streak of light that sliced through the air.
This strike not only shocked Young Master Sang but also had Xu Yourong frozen in place, staring wide-eyed as the sword light brushed past him, leaving him cold with sweat on the back of his neck.
Young Master Sang, too, felt a hint of seriousness rise within him.
Just then, overhead, Long Xiao soared through the clouds, his massive dragon head slightly parting as a destructive wave of pressure burst forth from his mouth.
The tremendous torrent resembled a waterfall cascading from the heavens, looking fearsome from a distance.
Faced with the two impending strikes, Young Master Sang realized he had no way to dodge. He grasped his sword tightly, and a white light burst forth from within him.
In that instant, a figure identical to him emerged, also wielding the Dream Jun Sword, rushing to meet Gu Yingmian’s strike.
As he grasped the sword’s hilt, a marvelous rhythm stirred in Gu Yingmian’s heart.
Young Master Sang’s sword seemed to carry a gentle, rhythmic motion as it danced towards Gu Yingmian’s sword light. The grand momentum of the strike, akin to a rainbow piercing the sun, quietly dissolved into nothingness.
“Qingping Fusheng Sword…” Gu Yingmian’s beautiful eyes shimmered.
No matter how many times she witnessed it, as a sword user, she remained utterly infatuated with this breathtaking sword intent.
On the other hand, Young Master Sang, now swinging his sword upward, faced Long Xiao’s colossal surge.
The Dream Jun Sword in his hand became a radiant illusion, the sword light soaring like a lonely boat upon a vast sea.
As they collided, the thunderous roar stripped away all sound in heaven and earth.
Far away, Hua Jianglian had to unleash her own power just to shield her communication device.
But in the livestream, countless viewers could only see a blinding white light flashing painfully into their eyes.
“Holy crap! I’m blind!”
“What the heck, can’t see a thing!”
“It’s totally normal that we mortals can’t see what’s happening in a Great Ascension battle.”
“Any experts! Start a Original Immortal activation over this white light!”
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