Immortal Path to Heaven

Yun Lan was startled for a moment. Muffled sounds of thunder appeared in his head. He had originally thought that the clan master of the Shaman Tribe would make a move this time. In the end, such a top-grade Venerable One appeared instead. This caused thoughts to come alive again. 'Today, perhaps… There might still be a chance of survival for me.'

He scanned Ou Yangming twice and sneered. "A top-grade Venerable One?"

"So what if I am?" Ou Yangming challenged him.

Yun Lan shook his head in surprise, but a large part of his attention was on Du Xie. After all, from what he knew, even from the strongest race at the beginning of the chaos, a Venerable One could not even block a blow from a Ruler. They were like yellow sand and stars and could not be compared. Therefore, he was certain that with just one strike, he would be able to make the Venerable One die without a burial ground.

At this moment, Yun Lan moved. Like a roc soaring into the nine heavens, he pounced over.

His white robe fluttered into the wind and turned into a white electric arc, and he left the ground by gently exerting force through the tip of his feet. He separated her hands and suddenly brought them together. Before the action was done, spiritual Qi within 3 kilometers from him immediately began to surge. A small white sword condensed out of thin air. The sword Qi pressed across the heavens and slashed toward Ou Yangming in a decisive manner.

Looking at this vicious and awe-inspiring attack, Ou Yangming understood that in terms of strength, the sword cultivator with a scabbard on his back was not much inferior to Long Chen. In fact, in some aspects, he was even better than that dragon powerhouse.

Of course, this attack seemed vicious, but Yun Lan did not use his full strength. Instead, he attacked to probe.

What Yun Lan was afraid of was not Ou Yangming, but the clan master of the Shaman Tribe. That was why he did not use his full strength.

"Good timing!" Ou Yangming's gaze focused, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. He secretly circulated the Solitary Thought Skill, and a domineering feeling swept out in all directions with him as the core. Even the sky changed, and the winds and clouds surged. The Solitary Thought Skill used the aura of a king to nourish one's domineering aura. Especially after he had mastered the Voices of Gods and Demons, with just this incomparably sharp aura, no Ruler would be able to resist at all.

Even a Ruler would be affected, and one's heart would waver.

Ou Yangming let out a breath of turbid air and stepped on the air. His fingers spread out and brazenly grabbed forward. From the looks of it, he wanted to use the power of his physical body to forcefully block the small white sword. This scene shook everyone's soul. His frail body seemed to have been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds. It was as if the space in front of the others had come to a standstill, leaving only the whistling winds.

"Is… Is he crazy?" An old man in a beast robe sucked in a breath of cold air and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, he's stupid. Even members of the Shaman Tribe have to be careful when they encounter sword cultivators, but he dares to catch the sword with his bare hands. It's… It's…" In the end, he could not find any words to describe it, so he could only let out a long sigh.

In truth, the Shamans had a deeply ingrained thought in their hearts. Just by relying on the power of their physical bodies, they had an absolute advantage in the heart of origins, and it was something that all races could not match up to.

A strange look flashed across Du Xie's eyes. He thought to himself, 'Senior Brother was proficient in the 4 classics. He could calculate the cycle of Yin and Yang, and he had never made a mistake in his calculations. I wonder what's so unusual about this lil' friend that he dares to grab a sword with his bare hands…' The light in his eyes grew brighter. With a thought, he entered the state of the connection between Heaven and man. He glanced at Big Yellow and Lil' Red and noticed that they did not look worried at all. On the contrary, there was a look of eagerness on their faces. He muttered to himself, 'Interesting, interesting.' Nonetheless, he had released his surging spiritual power and was ready to attack at any moment.

The difference between a top-grade Venerable One and a Ruler was too great, after all.

"Clack!" With a light sound, the small white sword flashed.

33 meters, 30 meters… 3 meters!

Ou Yangming took a step forward and secretly circulated his physical strength. Electric arcs flashed on his body as if he was a deity. With a casual grab, the small sword seemed to be tightly clamped by an iron pincer. It could not move at all and kept shaking, and there was a faint sign that it was about to collapse. Woosh, woosh, soft sounds were heard again. They were not loud. Instead, it sounded like the spring rain moistening things. The sounds were soft and quiet, and they slowly melted away.

Even so, everyone who saw this scene felt a cold wind blowing across their skin. Waves of cold air rose from their bones. There was only one thought left in their hearts, 'How's this possible?' The difference between a Venerable One and a Ruler was like a natural chasm. Who knew, not only did the human Venerable One block the Ruler's attack, but he also crushed the small sword with a casual look on his face as if he was taking a stroll in the garden. Was this a legend?

"Hmm, so weak…" Ou Yangming frowned slightly and remarked in a low voice.

As his voice reverberated in all directions, the people from the Shaman Tribe came back to their senses. Their pupils constricted violently, and their eyes were filled with shock.

Big Yellow and Lil' Red turned their heads at the same time and exchanged glances. They could see the joy in each other's eyes. During this period of hard training, Ou Yangming's cultivation had improved once again. To think that he could crush that small sword without even breaking a sweat was also a little out of their expectations.

Du Xie stroked his beard and nodded to himself. His Dantian Lake calmed down.

He thought to himself, 'Judging from the strength that Lil' Friend Ou has displayed, he should be a few times stronger than an ordinary Ruler. That said, how far can he go?' Deep down, he still refused to believe that Ou Yangming could defeat the sword cultivator. It was already not easy for him to achieve such a level.

Needless to say, among all the people present, the one who was most shocked was still Yun Lan. Previously, his attention had been placed on the clan master of the Shaman Tribe, and he had not used his full strength. Nevertheless, even an ordinary Ruler would have been killed by his attack. Yet, it was easily resolved by the human powerhouse, whom he had regarded as insignificant. Of course, the most important thing was that the young fellow was still a Venerable One. Even if he was a top-grade Venerable One, he was still a Venerable One. This was something that was difficult for him to accept.

He forcefully exhaled the turbid air in his chest. His heart guarded his spiritual altar, and he again entered the mysterious state where his heart was as calm as a lake.

His gaze was slightly solemn. It was no longer as casual as before.

Ou Yangming focused. In his perception, Yun Lan had turned into a burning star, emitting a scorching light. This degree of heat was not something that a Venerable One could compare to. One was the sky while the other was the earth. They could not be compared.

At the spur of the moment, Yun Lan's eyes were filled with blood mists.

What was even weirder was that a half-arc sword condensed out of thin air in his right hand. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wings and as long as a willow branch. It gave people a strange and cold feeling.

Ou Yangming's heart sank slightly, but his face did not reveal the slightest bit of his thought. He coldly questioned, "Why aren't you unsheathing the longsword in your case?" He had met many experts in the path of the swords. Whether it was He Jian or Zang Jian, they had a natal sword each in their sword cases. Presumably, the Ruler in front of him was no exception.

"You're just a Venerable One. If I were to use the blood sword that I've nurtured for 1,000 years, even if I defeat you, I'll be mocked by others," Yun Lan replied.

Ou Yangming nodded. He understood that Rulers had their pride.

All of a sudden, a red light flashed in Yun Lan's eyes like a long sword that pierced through the sky. The half-arc sword emitted a cold light in all directions as it pounced toward Ou Yangming. The tip of the sword was aimed at the young fellow's heart.

Since Ou Yangming had reached this stage, he had his pride as well. He did not take out the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer. Instead, he condensed an object in the air. At his level, it was no longer an extravagant hope for him to move mountains and fill the seas. He could scatter beans and turn them into soldiers, let alone condensing a long spear with spiritual power.

Of course, this was only because he wanted to see where his limit was.

If it was a life or death battle, he would be flexible and use all his methods.

In mid-air, the situation changed rapidly. He turned around and drew a stunning half arc…

The spear in his hand became faster as he stabbed out continuously. It was like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, where crackles and splashes could be heard.

In the end, the spear turned into a cluster of afterimages. All of the spear attacks connected into one. Following that, the afterimages blasted out in front of Ou Yangming. Like a sea of spear shadows or a river pouring into the sea, they were majestic. At the same time, they were as mysterious and changeable as the cold air of hell. In fact, they were as imposing as the Thunderbolts Punishment, upright and straightforward… All kinds of powerful forces merged into one. A bright light flashed in the young fellow's eyes. He crossed his hands and quickly made a gesture.

Soon, he suddenly pushed forward. The spiritual Qi in his Dantian Lake burst out, emitting a dense light.

The afterimages in front of him rolled forward like an earth-shaking wave. They became faster and faster. This spear attack contained the Big Avalanche's concept of "an unending avalanche, undying spear momentums". Wherever the spear afterimages passed, the space shook, and countless spiritual Qi was squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone. Under the sunlight, a rainbow-colored light shone.

What was even more fearsome was that tiny holes appeared in the space, emitting mists.

"Is… Is this really a move that a Venerable One can use?" Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, isn't it too terrifying?" Another powerhouse wearing a bamboo hat exclaimed in admiration.

At this moment, all the remarks of pity and ridicules from before vanished into thin air. There was only reverence left in everyone's heart. This was their recognition toward the young fellow. It was worth noting that the entire Great Wide World was filled with the prevalence of martial arts, and the strong were revered.

Du Xie's eyes were filled with emotions as he thought to himself, 'Senior Brother, just what kind of monster did you find?' At this moment, he was certain that the young fellow in front of him definitely had the strength to fight against a sword cultivator.

Yun Lan's pupils shrunk slightly when he saw this majestic momentum.

He silently cursed internally, 'Just what kind of God-favored one is this?'

A mere Venerable One was actually able to unleash such enormous strength and was not inferior even when compared to a Ruler. If Yun Lan continued to be entangled with Ou Yangming like this, would it not cause others to laugh at him?

Despite that, Yun Lan was, after all, also a God-favored one. He forcefully suppressed this thought. His remarkable battle talent was displayed. His right hand gripped the arc blade tightly, and his middle finger struck out with force. After a white light flashed in his hand, his figure retreated rapidly, and he continuously slashed out sharp sword Qis. Like a butcher dismembering a cow, the man reduced the afterimages of the spear. Every strike seemed to be able to tear through the heavens. This kind of sharp power was many times stronger than the Star Trace Discharge.

In the sky, waves of explosions resounded like thunder.

Invisible airwaves quickly overlapped like meteors falling from a lake. One could imagine the ripples that were created.

Even ordinary Rulers would not dare to easily touch the ripples that spread out. They would have to retreat.