Chapter 41: The Second Son of the Yang Family

  Half a time, out of Shan Cheng only half a time, Wu Ming has already felt someone chasing behind.

  Yang's family member, alone and seemingly doesn't want to be found either?

  Wu Ming sneered, these aristocratic families all like to be prostitutes and yet want to set up a chastity arch. Why didn't they just take action directly yesterday? They're worried about this and that, aren't they afraid of being troublesome? Fortunately, Shi Jingxuan that foolish girl left, otherwise she would have been hesitant and wouldn't have dared to make a move!

  "Dada dada dada..."

  Wu Ming sat under the new horse he had just bought, its footsteps slowing down as if it were strolling casually. He saw that his hand was holding a Qinggang sword leaning on the horse's back.

  "Come out, don't hide anymore, is it interesting?"

  "Hmph, you actually discovered it? But you're clever, didn't turn back." A middle-aged man walked out from the woods on both sides, wearing a green robe, with a square face that looked very dignified, but the three-inch goat beard under his chin added a bit of slyness to him.

  "Turn back? The Yang family must have set up a trap for me long ago, right? Hehe, on the other side, you can talk about being prepared against snakes and dragons, but on this side, what reason do you have to set up traps everywhere? The Zhang and Li families are not fools."

  Wu Ming sneered, his face full of mockery: "You Yang family sent only one person, aren't you confident in your victory? Why not set up a few more defensive lines? In the end, you're still afraid to disturb them?"

  That man in green clothes was not moved, and calmly said: "You are very clever, but too self-righteous. At most, you are only at the Innate Boundary, you can't understand how strong the Martial Dao Boundary is. Although I am just entering the Gathering Spirit Boundary of the Martial Dao, it's not something that a small Innate period like you can compare to."

  Wu Ming didn't disagree, the realm of martial arts was indeed different. However, he still had some confidence in his own strength. The person in front of him posed a threat, but it wasn't strong enough to give him a sense of danger. With the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and the Dragon Subduing Godly Leg, plus the Unparalleled Divine Finger, what's there to fear?

  "Hmph, don't want to admit defeat? Then let me show you just how strong the realm of martial arts is!"

  Yang Qian let out a cold laugh, his five fingers transformed into claws, and his legs took small, quick steps as he rapidly charged towards Wu Ming. Along with his movements, the surrounding air began to change, constantly transforming into sharp claws that wrapped around Wu Ming.

  Wu Ming's pupils suddenly constricted, this feeling was indeed different from the innate period, although the speed wasn't very fast, perhaps even Tian Boguang couldn't catch up, but there was a special aura, as if his presence surrounded everything, making it impossible to escape without falling into his hands.

  Martial arts gather spirit, is it really like this?

  Using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for oneself, it is already different from the existence of the pre-heavenly realm. It's walking on natural heaven and earth, turning heaven and earth into one's own body, and no longer just a simple martial skill.

  "Give me a break!"

  Wu Ming's Qinggang sword shot out, a flash of light passed by, in that inexplicable rhythm, all the spiritual energy around was dispersed and chaotic. Then the long sword turned and pointed directly at Yang Qian's throat.

  Yang Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of shock, and then became wildly excited. He saw him grab the Qinggang sword in Wu Ming's hand with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Good, good kid, good swordsmanship! However, just this one point is not enough, shatter it for me!"

  His hands were like iron claws, wanting to grab the long sword that Wu Ming had stabbed at him. He originally wanted to grab Wu Ming's sword and crush it, but how could Wu Ming's sword be so easy to catch? His wrist moved slightly, and the long sword slipped out of his claws like a loach, then pointed again at Yang Qian's throat.

  "Hmm... "

  The long sword cut through the spiritual energy surrounding Yang Qian, producing a series of sonic booms that were somewhat piercing to the ear. Yang Qian was also taken aback, this sword technique was too strange, and he couldn't even grab it, it seemed like he could only dodge. He saw him tap his right foot, and his entire body seemed to be blown up by the surrounding clear wind, floating up in an instant, and retreating three or four meters away in the blink of an eye.

  "What a pity about the speed!"

  Wu Ming sighed secretly, if only he had learned the lightness skill of Qing Yi Bat King, he would not have been dodged by him again.

  "Hey, you actually didn't get caught and instead pushed me back? The old ancestor in front said that you have a good leg technique, now I see that you also have a good sword technique, and those Dan medicine secret formulas. It seems that this kid has a lot of goods on him! In the future, as long as I can drain you dry, my Yang family will rise again after hiding for decades, who can still be an opponent of my Yang family? Hahahaha... My Yang family will one day become the top-level family in this world!"

  Yang Qian seemed delighted and burst into a somewhat manic laughter.

  "Unfortunately, the Yang family will no longer have such an opportunity!" Wu Ming's eyes turned cold, wanting to test their own martial arts? Let's see if the Yang family has that kind of strength!

  "Hey, just testing the waters earlier, this time I'm going all out! Kid, surrender now!"

  Yang Qian burst out laughing, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. His body slightly moved, transforming into a series of residual shadows that rushed towards Wu Ming. The speed was much faster than the black bat he had encountered on the Martial Arts plane several months ago, at least more than double the speed.

  The speed of the black bat is something that even Wu Ming, who has already reached the Five Heavens stage, cannot match. That guy is known for his speed, just like Tian Boguang. Although he only has a Pre-Heavenly boundary, his speed is such that even Iron Hand, who is at the Martial Dao boundary, can't catch up to him. This is what makes him unique - he's spent all his time cultivating his lightness skill, so he's fallen behind in terms of martial arts boundaries.

  "You're fast, but my sword moves aren't slow either! Watch my second sword move!"

  Wu Ming drew a sword flower, his long sword transformed into several points that shot out in all directions, the sword shadows were actually faster than Yang Qian's speed, breaking through all the residual shadows around him, and even pointing towards Yang Qian's true body.

  "Open!"

  Yang Qian let out a loud roar, one hand grasping towards the long sword that Wu Ming was thrusting at him, while the other hand slapped heavily towards Wu Ming's chest. If he were to be hit, his internal organs would likely suffer from the shockwave. However, if he were to dodge now, he might also end up being caught by Yang Qian.

  "Roar!" Wu Ming's heart was ablaze, the Yang family, what a wonderful Yang family! Let's see who dies first!

  The long sword slightly moved, brushing against Yang Qian's arm and stabbing towards his chest. Yang Qian saw the situation and wanted to use his arm to block it, but Wu Ming's this move was even more slippery than the previous one, and he couldn't avoid it at all. However, at this moment, Wu Ming didn't dodge or evade Yang Qian's incoming palm, instead directly welcoming it head-on. It wasn't that he didn't want to avoid it, but rather that he couldn't avoid it. If they hit each other, it would clearly be a situation where both sides suffered losses.

  Wu Ming was just bluffing, betting that Yang's family wouldn't dare kill him for real, but he himself would be killed by a single sword!

  "Hmm..."

  Wu Ming was knocked back several feet by this palm strike, but his blue steel sword also pierced into Yang Qian's chest.

  "Alright, cough... what a fine disciple of the Xuantian Sect! I didn't expect someone so young to be so ruthless! I, Yang Qian, admire you, admire you! Cough... this time, you can't escape. Yesterday, I've already sent someone to inform my family's elder ancestor. If he comes in person, cough... I advise you to just follow me honestly!"

  Yang Qian continued to cough up blood, apparently Wu Ming's sword had struck his vital spot.

  Wu Ming stood up and didn't bother with Yang Qian anymore. Instead, he limped into the thicket with his heavily injured steps.