Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 219 - 220: The Powerful Blast Sword Tribe

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly; strong, incredibly strong. This person’s strength could be said to be the greatest among all the young people Lin Feng had encountered. Although the other was one year older than Lin Feng, the explosive power within that person’s body was somewhat surprising to him.

This Mu Ye, although not as arrogant and overbearing as the previous two, was the most dangerous one. Often it is the quiet dogs that bite.

However, a slight smile also appeared at the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth. Great Martial Master Fifth Layer, at last, he could also join the fight. Watching Baozi and those people swaggering about, it had indeed made him itch to fight.

"Great Martial Master Fifth Layer? Not bad, I, Yang Guang, finally have the opportunity to make a move."

A cold voice came through, and immediately the crowd saw several swordsmen strolling forward. They were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Inner Sect. Previously, disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect had joined the battle, but they all died in the field of battle. However, those were merely Outer Disciples and not comparable to these few before them.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is recognized among the Three Sects as the Sect with the most powerful attacks.

These newcomers, each at the Peak of the Fifth Layer, had eyes filled with fierceness akin to drawn treasure swords.

"Blast Sword Tribe? Interesting, since we both share the word ’sword,’ I really want to see whether you barbaric, fur-eating and blood-drinking savages, or the swordsmanship of our Heavenly Sword Sect is more superior!" Yang Guang sneered.

"Haha, how could that group of savages be compared to Brother Yang? Our Brother Yang is the cousin of Yang Qingtian, the Chief Disciple of our Heavenly Sword Sect. His strength is not something ordinary people can contend with!" someone immediately declared beside him.

"What, he’s Yang Qingtian’s cousin?"

"The Yang Qingtian who is one of the three prodigies of Hu Ben Country?"

"It is said that this man was already an Earth Martial Master at the age of sixteen, and also a swordsman who has comprehended Sword Intent. With his swordsmanship, among his peers, no one can match him. He is not only the first in the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Inner Sect but also their flagship disciple, with countless battles and few defeats!"

"Terrifying, since he is one of the three prodigies’ cousin, then this man must also be skilled!"

"That’s right, it looks like the Blast Sword Tribe is doomed this time. Although they are strong indeed, we also have strong experts who haven’t made a move yet, now finally we can hold our heads high and breathe easy!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng also looked at this Yang Guang with surprise. The reputation of the three prodigies was known by everyone in Hu Ben Country, and it could be said they represented the highest level of their young generation. Each one of them was a Ninth Grade Star practitioner, everyone possessed an Absolute Skill, and their strength was undoubtedly formidable, indeed setting them far apart from the rest.

Above the city wall, disciples of the Star Palace glanced at each other with some surprise: "Wow, who could have thought it’d be that guy Yang Qingtian’s cousin. Interesting, I wonder if he has any of Yang Qingtian’s strength."

Others glanced at Yang Guang, "His basics are decent, but that’s about it."

"Haha, indeed, Yang Qingtian is definitely something, but it stops with him alone."

On the walls of Jiayu Pass, Yang Guang was very pleased with the praises of the crowd. He clasped his fists all around and declared confidently: "Gentlemen, wait for my good news. I, Yang, will return shortly! I’m off!"

Whoosh!

As he spoke, he employed his movement technique and leaped down from the city wall, even performing a few flips in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground, exuding elegance.

"Truly deserving to be Yang Qingtian’s cousin, such a clever movement technique!"

Yang Guang, full of confidence, leaped to confront Mu Ye. Seeing the other’s fierce appearance, he also frowned slightly.

Mu Ye slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and spoke indifferently, "Your strength is not bad."

His words were like an acknowledgment to the other, akin to the recognition a peerless master gives to a rising star.

Proud and arrogant, Yang Guang sneered in response, "Barbarians will always be barbarians, looking so ruggedly ugly. With all those spikes on your body, I am very curious, how do you wipe your ass when you take a shit? But then, it seems you barbarians never wipe your asses, so I am the one being presumptuous."

Mu Ye didn’t get angry at all, "Let’s start, but I will keep your head, because you deserve to become my urine pot."

"The audacity!"

Yang Guang flew into a rage and couldn’t bother with idle talk any longer, directly unleashing a palm strike to kill.

Bang!

Mu Ye fearlessly faced it head-on, not even bothering to move his feet, striking out with a palm as well.

Bang!

The moment their blows met, the ground beneath their feet burst apart, a wave of energy radiating outwards from the two of them.

As the dust settled, two upright figures remained; the traded blow had shown them to be evenly matched.

Yang Guang’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Quite capable indeed, worthy of being the strongest amongst the Blast Sword Tribe!"

Taking a few steps back, Yang Guang drew his own sword, a seven-foot treasure sword flickering with a dark glow.

"Kill!!!"

A flicker of murderous intent in his eyes, Yang Guang’s treasure sword carried a frighteningly cold light as he thrust it towards the waist of his opponent in a slashing motion.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!

Yang Guang’s sword was exceptionally swift, each strike faster than the last, and in an instant, a Sword Screen enveloped Mu Ye.

In just a short moment, Yang Guang unleashed more than thirty furious strikes, giving his adversary no chance to catch a breath. Such sharp swordsmanship earned cheers from many onlookers.

However, it wasn’t long before Yang Guang’s expression shifted subtly; despite his torrential onslaught, his opponent remained unscathed. Most of the attacks were nimbly dodged, and those that couldn’t be avoided were deflected away by being pinched and flicked by Mu Ye’s fingers. Throughout the whole time, his opponent’s face bore a calm and serene expression, his eyes blandly watching Yang Guang.

That look caused Yang Guang’s heart to plummet, even a chill rising inexplicably within him.

"What strength does this person truly possess!!"

Roar, roar, roar!

Not daring to continue this train of thought, Yang Guang released his Star, a sword-shaped Eighth Grade Star.

"All ends here!!"

Just as Yang Guang was about to strike his opponent with the fury of Thunder, Mu Ye, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke indifferently.

The next moment, a spike on the palm of Mu Ye’s left hand suddenly surged, becoming like a sharp cone and transforming into his weapon, instantly thrusting at Yang Guang with the speed of lightning.

Yang Guang was shocked, but being no embroidered pillow, immediately parried.

Clang!

But the force of the opponent’s strike was clearly more enormous than he had anticipated, and the blow sent Yang Guang reeling with internal injuries.

Thump, thump, thump!

Forced back over a dozen steps and finally steadying himself, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

His sword-holding hand trembled incessantly; from the tiger’s mouth, a trickle of fresh blood ran down the sword, pooling into a small puddle.

"Retreat!"

Yang Guang’s face was as pale as death, his will to fight completely gone; with a feint, he immediately planned a hasty withdrawal.