Chapter 433 - 235: Sword Startles Thunderstorm!
You Su placed He Kongyue leaning against the stone wall, responding to He Kongyue’s question with just one word:
"Yes."
Huo Yuandi frowned slightly; he then realized that You Su from the Spirit Platform Realm had unexpectedly caught the sword of He Kongyue earlier, preventing him from crashing into the stone wall.
A Spirit Platform Realm cultivator, where does such strength come from?
There’s something peculiar about this kid’s sword momentum!
Although Huo Yuandi was nearly two major realms higher than You Su, he was severely injured. As a seasoned veteran, he knew the importance of not underestimating his enemy. He heightened his vigilance while trying to distract You Su:
"Fighting with such trash doesn’t ignite my madness; damn it’s boring!"
"Just perfect."
You Su bowed with his sword, the Mo Song Sword was enveloped in thick ink-like Sword Qi. His long black hair danced without wind, and his hands dripped with the fresh blood spat by He Kongyue, like a Shura crawling out of hell to take lives.
"I just love... defying the authority from below!"
As soon as he spoke, You Su charged like thunder, yet no dust rose beneath his feet.
The Mo Song Sword rang out, unleashing the full Don’t Be Afraid Sword Intent.
The Lotus Immortal Seed between his brows transformed into a flowing light, his muscles across the body pulsed vigorously, as if hundreds of different hearts were simultaneously beating within You Su.
You Su poured everything into this sword, not only did the Profound Qi in the Spirit Platform deplete entirely, but the physical enhancement brought by Taisui, the extra Profound Qi granted by the Immortal Seed, and the Sword Intent nurtured by the True Yang Sword Nurturing Spell were all pressed into this single strike.
Others’ protection is concern, but it is also a shackle. You Su once rejoiced at no longer facing threats of death after becoming the Divine Son, but he now realized that his achievements came from unwavering perseverance with his sword.
Witnessing this, Huo Yuandi felt sudden rage. He crawled from being a destitute bandit whom everyone attacked to the position of the second senior brother in the Wild Sword Sect by triumphing over stronger opponents with his weaker self. He always considered himself a challenger’s stance, with those alleged misdeeds merely as a reward for his successful challenges. In his view, the strong must utterly humiliate the weak.
But who ever thought, today, even a junior from the Spirit Platform Realm dared wield a sword against him?
He roared, raising his broad sword, his madness seemed to materialize; determined to slice You Su in two!
At that moment, the world held its breath.
Rumble——
Thunder resounded abruptly, dark clouds swirled rapidly across the sky, thousands of lightning bolts flashed, similar to countless furious electric pythons, lighting up the majestic mountain range and the ink-black Sword Qi that rampaged between cliffs, like a dragon roaming the wild.
Drip.
Drip-drip.
Splash...
The sound of blood droplets hitting the floor inside the cave grew more frequent, while outside, a heavy rain had begun. Rain cascaded like a flood, swallowing the entire Spirit Void Mountain Range.
Huo Yuandi collapsed to his knees, numbly clutching his fractured chest, staring in disbelief at the ink-haired youth soaked by rain. Raindrops exploded into peculiar flowers upon this wild sword cultivator, mixed with blood.
The clash of two swords had blown him out of the cave and onto the ground outside. A chasm wider than a meter extended forward, just a step away from the cliff behind.
Huo Yuandi wanted to continue fighting, yet he also considered fleeing. However, his injuries, from which the blood continued to flow, rendered him immobile. He could only gaze with utmost malice at the youth before him, raising the sword high as if judging him for his sins.
"Die!"
Yet the voice was not You Su’s; it was the female cultivator named Fu. She pulled her regal skirt and, braving the rain, kicked Huo Yuandi off the cliff into the abyss.
You Su’s sword did not fall, only the diminishing sound of Huo Yuandi’s wails could be heard. He glanced one last time at the graceful female cultivator, his eyes as dark as ink, before his strength left him and he fainted in her arms.
"Don’t move him!"
He Kongyue staggered, supporting himself on the stone wall to emerge from the cave, still violently coughing.
"Can you stop me?"
The female cultivator named Fu held You Su, her veil soaked by rain, clinging tightly to her exquisite face, revealing her contours.
If the keen-sighted Ji Lingruo were here, they would immediately recognize her as Miss Cailing from Mo Ye City.
"Fu Cailing! Huijun mentioned the terms of the deal! Don’t try to fool me!"
He Kongyue forced himself to muster a formidable presence, clutching a unique jade Xuanji Order:
"He’s not the true True Lord yet, you... *cough*, you can’t take him away!"
"I’m not going to do anything to him, why so hasty? Your Huijun’s got his eyes on him? But the True Lord is the intel we provide to the World Purification Sect," she replied, "Can’t I take him away to have some fun?"
"Otherwise... the deal’s off!" He Kongyue’s gaze was resolute.
Fu Cailing rolled her enchanting eyes at the remark, studying the unconscious youth she held.
The rain was heavy, washing away the makeup and facial hair on You Su, revealing his determined and handsome features. Fu Cailing blinked her bright eyes; this face of the second disciple of the Lotus Sword Venerable was indeed pleasing to the eye...
"Forget it, I intended to force him to use that jade bead, never expected him to be so stubborn, refusing even to use that."
Fu Cailing gently shook her head, retrieving the lustrous jade bead from You Su’s sleeve, weighing it in her hand, "But perhaps it’s for the best, sparing us all from the trouble of summoning that old guy, keeping folks on edge."
Noticing the piercing, furious gaze of He Kongyue, she felt uneasy.
She then reached out and sensed You Su’s forehead, chest, and abdomen briefly before glancing at He Kongyue: