The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Ling Xuedu, who was flying through the air, suddenly felt a heavy weight descend upon him, as if an infinite force was crashing down.

A chill ran through his heart, and he didn't want to take any risks, so he immediately shouted, "Kong Xuankong, aren't you going to make a move!"

What followed his voice was a pitch-dark blade light.

The blade energy didn't seem to carry any force, but it exuded an extremely strong sense of threat. Qing Yu paused in his Qi Gathering and looked towards the carefree young man who had appeared silently.

Kong Xuankong appeared to be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a light stubble and a nonchalant demeanor, exuding a sense of impropriety.

Indeed, he was a notorious scoundrel, known in the worldly society as a troublemaker, and a powerful one at that. For such a scoundrel to have survived in the martial world for decades without perishing, yet even earning the renowned title of "Universal Blade Lord," he was certainly not an ordinary opponent.

However, what Qing Yu valued was not Kong Xuankong's strength, but his identity.

When the first generation Emperor Zhou held the Nirvana Ceremony, it was none other than Kong Xuankong who the Shadow King Sect sent to assist Qing Yu. And now, Kong Xuankong had appeared here...

"Is the Shadow King trying to sever ties with me?" Qing Yu's voice was unprecedentedly deep. Although there had been some distance between him and the Shadow King, they still tacitly maintained a calm relationship.

The Shadow King, aspiring for the throne of Emperor Qian, naturally wanted as many friends as possible. With Qing Yu's current power, he had the qualifications to threaten the Shadow King, so unless absolutely necessary, the Shadow King did not wish to make an enemy of Qing Yu.

The Daqian Court already had a host of formidable enemies; if another from the Northern Zhou was added, the Shadow King's situation would be extremely difficult.

However, it appeared that the Shadow Pavilion was the first to show hostility.

"First Tan Wuyan, and now you, Kong Xuankong, it seems my relationship with the Shadow King is due for a change."

The mountainous and heavy aura pressed down as if several large mountains were weighing on their shoulders, making Kong Xuankong and Ling Xuedu feel a tightness in their breath, and their figures became heavier for a moment.

For warriors like them in the Divinity Realm, if they felt pressure, the power of this move could be unimaginable.

In fact, it was indeed so; within the Heaven and Earth Shaking, the Mountain Ghost God Shocking was the most powerful and the most familiar move that Qing Yu had mastered.

The Dragon Vein of the Northern Zhou was under Feng Jiwu's control, and during this period, Qing Yu, through Feng Jiwu's use of the Emperor Martial Art, manipulated the Dragon Vein Earth Qi, and thus had a profound control over the power of mountains and rivers.

Now invoking the power of the mountains and rivers, he was also accompanied by the force of the Earth Veins, which could be described as immensely powerful.

"Hey, hey, hey," Kong Xuankong danced around, "Old Bull, listen to my explanation, will you? I only owe that person a favor, just came here to stir the waters a bit, don't think it's a sign from the Shadow King."

"And in the end, Old Kong only owes the Shadow King a favor that's hard to repay, don't confuse me with one of the Shadow King's men..."

In front of Qing Yu, phantom images of mountain ranges appeared, their shapes exactly matching those of the mountain region below. He continued practicing, not giving up in the face of Kong Xuankong's explanations, and was ready to make his move.

"Damn it all, Old Kong is at a huge loss this time..."

Kong Xuankong cursed as he drew out the snow-white crystal stoned hilted treasure saber from his hand.

The saber was the Shattering Universe Saber, possessing a peerless blade edge capable of slicing through space, a perfect match for Kong Xuankong's cultivation body.

It could be said that the contribution of the Shattering Universe Saber to Kong Xuankong's title of "Universal Blade Lord" was certainly not insignificant.

As the Shattering Universe Saber was drawn, the dull blade bore only a gleam at the edge. It wasn't the brightness of the blade itself, but the piercing sharpness that had reached its peak.

This saber's edge had reached the point of becoming a tangible entity, visible to the naked eye.

'Shattering Universe Saber...' Qing Yu also looked at the supremely sharp black saber with great wariness.

Since the year when the "World's Number One Edge" lost his heavenly talent to the Sword God's strike, the Shattering Universe Saber had gradually shown signs of inheriting the title of the former sharpest edge under the heavens.

Although it was proven that the sharpness of a weapon was not essential, and that a Divine Weapon also depended on whose hand it was in, who was Nangong Duanjian, after all? That was the Sword God! Before him, no one could fully escape under the edge of heavenly talent.

Qing Yu asked himself if he would definitely reach, and even surpass, the Sword God's level in the future, but now...

At least for the present, the Shattering Universe Saber was still feared by Qing Yu.

Kong Xuankong was already strong, and with Ling Xuedu added to the equation, Qing Yu did not want to test how strong his defense was.

'Strike first to gain the upper hand.'

The Mountain and River Qi was drawn out, as Qing Yu's Extreme Move circulated, ready to strike at once.

"Mountain Ghost God..."

A pitch-black blade light flashed by, and Kong Xuankong slashed through the oppressive Qi field around him and flew away without looking back, leaving behind only a tiny figure in an instant.

From a distance, his voice could be heard, "This has nothing to do with Old Kong, nor the business of the Shadow King... If you're looking for trouble, go find someone from the Zhenwu Sect, that guy used the Martial Arts from Zhenwu Sect..."

By the time his words finished, the figure of Kong Xuankong had completely vanished.

As a notorious defaulter, the skill of escaping life had to be his number one priority; otherwise, the grass over his grave would be three meters tall by now.

Upon seeing this, Ling Xuedu really felt an urge to cough up blood. He had thought of thousands of possibilities but never expected Kong Xuankong to just run away without looking back...

That was very Kong Xuankong indeed.

Then, Ling Xuedu really did spew out a mouthful of blood, his solid form turned ethereal as he turned into a streak of blood and disappeared from view.

The Endless Blood Escape, the forbidden technique of escape from the Blood Demon Sect. As a Blood Dao Warrior shunned by everyone, the Blood Demon Sect's means of escape were not inferior to Kong Xuankong's.

However, having used this Forbidden Technique, it seemed that Ling Xuedu would need some time to recover.

In the sky, Qing Yu clasped his hands together, within them a boundless Qi Force boiled, but this move wasn't quite suitable to release now.

Both guys had run away, was he supposed to fire into empty space?

"Never mind..."

With a light sigh, the powerful control of True Qi gradually dissipated the gathered Qi Force and the power of heaven and earth.

The remaining undispellable Qi Force clashed with the surging Qi waves in the sky, annihilating each other.

In the sky, the water vapor that had been gathered up by the Shui Element's mighty assemblage turned into heavy rain, pouring down and extinguishing the wildfire in the mountains, revealing the blackened peaks.

'Someone from the Zhenwu Sect...'

Qing Yu silently replayed Kong Xuankong's words in his mind, speculating about who he might be referring to.

'Is it Xuan Guang or Xuan Chen?'

Xuan Chen had always been in the Zhenwu Sect and shouldn't have crossed paths with Kong Xuankong. But since he could have a relationship with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, hiring their people to attack Xuan Shang, he might also have snuck out, indebting Kong Xuankong with a favor.

As for Xuan Guang, that old coin had even more opportunity. He was currently in Central Plains, but his whereabouts were unclear. If he had intentions, he could act at any time.

'Or perhaps, there are others...'