Yin Yang Sword Qis
“Where did you learn such a vicious swordplay from?” questioned Gui Ximing, heart racing.
“Vicious, you say? That’s amusing, coming from you. One less a Ghost Gate member, many more lives saved,” Mu Yu opined, cognisant of his thoughts but devoid of any emotion besides cutting down his target in front of him.
There was no point in fretting over the pain from losing his soul and taking damage to his soul. Thus, Gui Yeming convinced himself the pain was insignificant and uncorked a hand ram toward the formation. Mu Yu tried the same trick again. Nevertheless, the veteran in Gui Ximing knew better than to fall for the same tactic twice. Gi Ximing didn’t overcommit, affording him time to retract his arm and turn, blitzing the crack with a back kick!
Qi from outside the barrier leaked into the barrier via the broken spot, removing the suppression on Gui Yeming’s cultivation. With a roar, he blew apart the remainder of the formation and raced off. Mu Yu, nonetheless, managed to hack his back with Wood Spirit Sword at the last moment, injuring Gui Yeming’s soul a second time.
Thinking he was finally strong enough to crush Mu Yu with only one arm, Gui Yeming poised himself to exact his vengeance, only to discover Mu Yu’s cultivation had already ascended to Body Synthesis Realm Ninth Layer.
I feel as though his qi is freezing my insides. What in the world is that menacing aura coming from him? That’s no Body Synthesis Realm Ninth Layer aura, mulled Gui Yeming.
“If I’m going to kill, I don’t mind killing you on my way,” Mu Yu declared, falling in love with the bloodlust emanating to every cell in his body as he sent another black and white blast from his sword.
Startled for a second, Gui Yeming told himself he still had his superior cultivation despite his discipline being useless for the most part against Mu Yu’s power. Gui Yeming fired red beads called Blood Pearls, a ghost weapon produced in places where yin qi was prominent, from his ghost mist. Anyone the beads came into contact with would be reduced to blood, while their soul would become part of the beads.
The beads plunged the ocean into a tumultuous state, generating spine-chilling gales and collecting clouds into a dark-green skull. Out came a ghost python hundreds of metres from the skull’s mouth, leaving behind a streak of ghost qi as it edged closer to Mu Yu. Mu Yu’s allies stopped fighting to look up, while Gui Ximing and Gui Bao retreated to safety.
Mu Yu generated a swirl of leaves around him, then split Shadow Splitter Sword into nine copies. The swords’ movements drew a yin and yang diagram before him, qi bursting at the rims. The nine swords executed a straight thrust in synchrony, flitting through the yin yang qi, speeding up the rotation of the two halves. Once the revolutions reached their peak speed, they split into a black and white sword, the black sword equipped with a white blade, and the white sword equipped with a black blade.
The yin yang sword qi hacked the ghost python to pieces as easily as a hot knife through butter, while the qi from the sword exploded the Blood Pearls. The unstoppable qis shot toward Gui Yeming at maximum velocity, becoming the last sight he would see.
Once the black and white ray were deposited inside Gui Yeming’s forehead, he started screaming, albeit unable to move his body that was dyed black and white. Everyone watched on as his body whisked away as tiny molecules.
Yin and yang qi beams cleared out the charcoal clouds, unveiling the sunflower on the blue blanket, and then receded into Wood Spirit Sword, powering it up yet again.
“Is this the power of bloodlust?” Mu Yu muttered to himself, craving more bloodlust.
Mu Yu tightened his hold on Wood Spirit as he cast his gaze onto Gui Ximing and Gui Bao, who loudly swallowed their saliva, confident he could overwhelm even Blood Domain Demon Skull thanks to his life qi and death qi.
Suddenly, Mu Yu felt a wave of exhaustion hit him, darkening his vision and eventually collapsing. It was the price he had to pay for using the energy he had yet to learn to control. Moreover, his cultivation couldn’t bear the stress imposed from energy beyond what a cultivator at his level should possess.
Gui Ximing identified the prime moment to bag his victory, bridging the gap and cleaving up toward Mu Yu’s chest!
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