Chapter 658 - 312: What Does His Strength Have to Do with You? (2)

He recognized this sword!

"Big brother, save the people!" Ao Yu was anxious.

"That man is Ming Dao of the Qiming Sect, the only beloved disciple of Venerable Tingyu, known as the Little Sword Immortal of Nanyang Continent, and is in the Realm of Water Condensation Perfection."

"Is it that effeminate guy?" Obviously, Ao Yu had heard of this person, "Big brother, are you afraid?"

"I’m not afraid of him, I’m just worried that you and Miss He can’t match his four companions; they are all solidly grounded in the Condensed Water Upper Realm, which makes them difficult to deal with."

Ao Yunlie stared intensely at the battlefield, his face heavy with concern.

Being afraid is one thing, but being able to win steadily is another. This was destined to be a fierce battle. In such a situation with wolves lurking around, he had to consider whether it was worth it to risk everything to save a fellow human being.

"Then what do we do? Just watch them die?" Ao Yu was also at a loss.

Then, a sudden explosion erupted on the battlefield, leaves and stones flew into the sky, and the battle had clearly reached a climax.

"This young lady is only in the Condensed Water Lower Realm, yet she fights so well; she is definitely a talent, and Mr. Ao should save her." Miss He frowned, showing worry.

Ao Yunlie looked far into the woods and said, "More from the Demon Race are coming, and they’re probably waiting for the right moment. We’ll unite with them and advance together!"

You Su was fashionably late and stood on a branch, frowning as he watched the battlefield, the dazzling flashes of light made it hard for him to see the situation clearly.

This battle should have nothing to do with him, but he didn’t know why he felt a sense of foreboding.

"Mr. You, please wait here. These five people have cruelly attacked my Demon Race, so I must assist; please refrain from joining the battle. I can promise you, I won’t go for the kill, only to save others."

Although Ao Yunlie had only caught a glimpse of You Su’s combat power, it was enough to leave a deep impression. If You Su joined the fight, it would definitely be an uncontrollable factor. He didn’t want to turn swords against You Su right after meeting him.

"Hmm..." You Su responded casually.

But as soon as he finished speaking, as if he saw something, his entire figure shot toward the battlefield like a black panther, his step snapping the branch in half!

Ao Yu was dumbfounded, "Brother, what’s he doing?"

"Chase!"

Ao Yunlie was also baffled, but he could only quickly pursue.

Looking back at the battlefield, the other four withdrew and stood surrounding, though they did not act, the encirclement remained.

Alone, Ming Dao knelt slightly, holding his sword under his chest. Under his slim figure, a magnificent aura was hidden. Even though it was a hot southern island, the tip of his sword gathered a droplet, perched on its tip but not falling.

"You are impressive." Ming Dao gave her a high appraisal, "I didn’t plan to take action myself, but now I cannot watch you leave alive. If you have any other tactics, you might want to use them now."

"Don’t pretend like I’m afraid of your sword."

The girl in the black dress no longer had the calm composure from before, her dress was now marked with many cuts, her hair disheveled, and her once divine-like face had some dust, yet her tone remained haughty.

"Don’t be so quick with your words!"

The beautiful female cultivator felt the girl was stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. If it wasn’t for Mr. Ming’s order for them to stand aside so he could handle this demon himself, she definitely wanted to slap this demon girl’s face that was bringing disaster to the country and its people!

"Four in the Condensed Water Upper Realm and one in the Realm of Water Condensation Perfection can’t subdue a Condensed Water Lower Realm, can you call that strong?"

The girl in the black dress retorted fearlessly, not afraid of the ultimate sword strike that Ming Dao was brewing.

The beautiful female cultivator found herself at a loss for words, unable to explain.

This was indeed because the five of them were not familiar with each other and their lack of cooperation often got in each other’s way, but she had to admit, this demon girl manipulated her skills with extreme smoothness and also mastered many strange demon techniques to barely hold them off.

But things were different now; Mr. Ming had been holding back before, but now, unburdened by concerns for them, he would certainly slay this demon with ease.

"Mr. Ming is the Venerable Tingyu’s only beloved disciple, having comprehended Half-Step Sword Intent in the Realm of Water Condensation Perfection, known as the Little Sword Immortal of Ming. Whatever cunning you have, it’s futile before the Rain Listening Sword!"

She bragged enthusiastically, as if she was the one who wielded this sword.

Who knew this remark didn’t frighten the girl in the black dress but made her laugh.

"I thought you had comprehended Sword Intent, but to only have Half-Step Sword Intent at your age, don’t bring that out to embarrass yourself."

"You, you know nothing!"

The female cultivator was eager to defend the Mr. Ming she had finally clung to, naturally retorted, "Anyone under fifty with Half-Step Sword Intent is already a genius among geniuses, don’t bark if you don’t understand!"

"Tch." The girl in the black dress sneered at the flattery, "Then I ask you, what kind of genius is someone who comprehended full Sword Intent at eighteen?"

The female cultivator was about to say that this demon girl was ignorant, yet she seemed to recall such a person from rumors, and could only purse her lips to say:

"No matter how much of a genius, what does it have to do with you? In the end, you still can’t defeat Mr. Ming, can you?"

This seemed to hit a sore spot for the girl, as she remained silent.

Does it have anything to do with me...

The beautiful female cultivator smiled, thinking she had won the argument, but the girl suddenly laughed:

"You’re mistaken, I’m saying this to tell you that such a genius, I’ve already defeated, so your half-baked Mr. Ming is nothing."

The girl in the black dress opened her hands, and from her tender palms emerged tangible Profound Qi like smoke, reminiscent of willows in the spring breeze, yet each willow branch was a fine white snake!

A look of astonishment briefly flashed in Ming Dao’s eyes. He had already rated this demon girl highly but still underestimated her.

He couldn’t help but imagine if they were in the same realm, who would win?

But that question held no meaning, because he would win, and she wouldn’t live to see the day she reached the Realm of Water Condensation Perfection.

The drop from the tip of the sword fell to the ground, like the first raindrop from the sky, followed by endless cascading droplets.

But each raindrop was a flash of cold light from the sword!

"It’s over!" En route, Ao Yu was horrified at the sight and hurriedly urged, "This Sword Array can’t be breached! What is You Su doing, charging in like a madman!"

Ao Yunlie’s expression was extremely grave, but he sensed the intense killing intent on You Su, even stronger than when he dealt with those two outsiders earlier, and suddenly came up with a bold guess:

"He’s going to kill someone!"

"Is he going to kill the demon too?!" Ao Yu was shocked, "Damn it, I knew there was nothing good about the Human Race!"

Ao Yunlie flatly stopped, suddenly slapped his brother on the back of the head:

"I’m saying he’s going to kill someone! To help!"

Observing Ao Yunlie planting his stance firmly, his strong figure resembled a small mountain, golden hair wildly dancing, veins bulging from his neck to his cheeks, Profound Qi brewed fiercely in his puffed-up cheeks.

"To kill someone?"

Ao Yu was confused, but the next instant, the events unfolding in the battlefield captured all his attention.

Amidst the storm, there seemed to flash a dark lightning bolt slicing through the rain curtain.

Then a violent shockwave erupted, shaking all nearby leaves to the ground. Ao Yu touched his own face, only to feel the Sword Qi from the shock cutting into it painfully.

Ming Dao steadied himself with his sword, feeling a trace of horror as he looked at his trembling Rain Listening Sword.

The sword rain was about to rip apart this snake demon, but at the very last moment, who had the audacity to rush in and block this part of the sword rain for her?

To let him wield the Rain Listening Sword, nearly a Half-Step Immortal Sword, his master sacrificed so much for him to seize the legacy, but even this sword was trembling now!

"Have you hit the wrong person?"

Ming Dao didn’t recognize this guy with strange Magical Artifacts over his eyes. Rising to his feet, his voice carried a hint of anger.

Meanwhile, Ji Xueruo’s eyes turned into vertical pupils, staring at the boy whose clothes were riddled with sword marks from the rain. She remained frozen for a long time, then her pupils returned to normal.

She couldn’t see his face, yet just looking at the back that shielded her, she immediately recognized who he was.

Even though... they hadn’t seen each other for exactly two hundred and two days.

"No, I intended to hit you."

The boy swung his sword, like thunder.