Chapter 659 - 313: What Is Their Relationship?

The Mo Song Sword unsheathed with a clang, tracing a nearly complete semicircle in front of You Su.

Besides Ming Dao, no one saw his action of drawing the sword; they only felt a streak of black lightning flash by, momentarily masking the moonlight that filled the sky.

This is the fastest sword move among the Yuan Sword styles—Chasing Wind, Caging Lightning!

You Su seldom used this move because he always felt he wasn’t fast enough. He had never been a swordsman known for speed. His style was to understand the opponent’s moves and then, seeing through the weakness, strike decisively.

But today was different. After breaking through the Condensed Water Lower Realm, he had already fully mastered the Ruyi Wind Manipulation Skill, and on this night, speed was the strongest attribute!

Ming Dao was baffled as to where this intense grudge-bearing obstacle emerged from, but his opponent’s speed left no room for him to ponder; he instinctively twirled his sword into a flower-like pattern. The Rain Listening Sword, worthy of being a semi-Immortal Sword, wielded a sword light as clear and deep as water!

The clash of short weapons was over in an instant, with a violent wave of air exploding outward from the two unyielding figures, spreading rapidly in a circular pattern.

Ji Xueruo’s long black hair was blown upwards by the gale; she looked at the boy’s silhouette, her eyes filled with brilliance.

The Mo Song Sword and Rain Listening Sword clashed and contended, incessantly producing a grating sound that set teeth on edge. The sword qi surrounding the two seemed to become tangible, black and white waging a mortal struggle.

"She is of the Demon Race! Must you save her?!"

Ming Dao’s expression was intensely serious as he coldly glared at the boy before him, his surging anger hidden beneath the surface.

But You Su couldn’t be bothered to respond, answering instead with an even fiercer sword force.

Ming Dao was inwardly astonished. Just how troublesome is it that there are two such difficult opponents in the Condensed Water Lower Realm?

The sword clash was a contest of strength. Everyone thought that the Rain Listening Sword emphasized speed, with its rain-like sword strikes overwhelming opponents, but only Ming Dao himself knew that speed alone was far from enough to kill an enemy. When it came to strength, his master was even unmatched by some Venerables famous for their physical prowess!

Under normal circumstances, he could never believe that a Sword Cultivator of the Condensed Water Lower Realm could hold their own against him for so long without being at a disadvantage!

At just this moment, Ming Dao’s heart was beating like a war drum. He felt something imminent—something was arriving!

He immediately glanced in one direction, and this sense grew even stronger!

He could no longer afford to duel with You Su; he must avoid what’s coming!

With a furious shout, he stirred up a tempest and, with considerable expenditure, forced away the relentless You Su.

Suddenly, like a lion’s roar echoing through the mountains, a deafening bellow seemed to become tangible, smashing through the path, like a galloping male lion, pulverizing trees and sweeping towards Ming Dao with the force of a storm.

All the surrounding people clutched their ears, their faces shocked at this move that made the very earth tremble in disbelief.

The roaring sound did not cease until it had destroyed a nearly hundred-meter-long path, and the crowd swayed, feeling a buzzing in their minds.

As the dust cleared, the previously present beautiful female cultivator hurriedly sought out Ming Dao’s figure, finally relieved upon seeing Ming Dao standing proudly on a treetop.

However, Ming Dao’s grim expression appeared unfamiliar to her; she had never seen the overbearing Mr. Ming so disheveled, with the left side of his robe torn to shreds, revealing a bloody left arm.

"Mountain-Shaking Golden Lion Roar..."

Ming Dao gritted his teeth, "Is it Mr. Ao Yunlie of the Golden Lion Race?"

To call a demon cultivator a ’Mr.’ was enough to show his respect for Ao Yunlie.

"Much anticipated!"

With a loud and clear voice, a robust figure leapt into the battlefield, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ming Dao squinted his sinister eyes, even showing a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth. "I heard that although Mr. Ao is from the Demon Race, he has always acted with integrity; I didn’t expect he would also use an ambush as a greeting."

Ao Yunlie’s appearance was upright, and he said, "Mr. Ming, your words are incorrect. Whether one’s actions are honest has nothing to do with being from the Demon Race. If you say so, should I then conclude that Mr. Ming, although being of the Human Race, likes to bully demons with strength in numbers?"

Ao Yu, who followed behind, did not treat Ming Dao kindly, adding, "Discussing martial virtue with someone who disregards it is like chickens talking to ducks!"

Ao Yunlie’s expression turned peculiar upon hearing this. He thought to himself, it’s evidently beneficial to encourage my brother’s reading; he even uses idioms now, although this one sounds a bit harsh...

"These words are also for you. Talking about manners with barbaric races is like playing the lute to a cow," Ming Dao smirked mockingly.

"You!"

Ao Yu was infuriated. Language, a creation of the Human Race, naturally disparages animal images in some idioms and sayings, leaving the Demon Race, evolved from various animals, with no recourse.

Even though the Demon Race has developed intelligence comparable to that of humans, they are, after all, not the creators of culture, resulting in a cultural status inequality. These basic conflicts are the fundamental source of human-demon conflicts.

"It seems Mr. Ao is also here to besiege me?" Ming Dao asked knowingly.

"Mr. Ming certainly knows how to whitewash facts. You are the one besieging; I’m merely here to rescue my kin," Ao Yunlie had no good feelings for this sinister man.

But Ming Dao laughed, and his laughter resembled bats in a cave at night.

"When your Demon Race besieged my father, you also used the same high-sounding excuses. But I’m not my naive father who trusted the Demon Race implicitly... come!"

With those words, Ming Dao suddenly unleashed a shocking aura:

"As long as I’m here one day, your Demon Race wouldn’t get ahead!"

His words couldn’t be more arrogant, yet Ming Dao had the confidence to back them up.