Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 48, One-Horned Evil Dragon (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Chapter 48: Chapter 48, One-Horned Evil Dragon (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

This was indeed Chu Ming’s plan. From the beginning, he feigned weakness to create distance between himself and Yang Zong, to prevent Yang Zong from having the chance to save Luo Chuan.

In fact, after breaking through to the Third Layer of the Transcendence Realm, he should have a higher ranking than Luo Chuan on the Cyan Yang List, but not by much. It would still be difficult to kill Luo Chuan, especially when Luo Chuan was vigilant.

Thus, feigning weakness at the start also lulled Luo Chuan’s vigilance to the lowest point, providing an opportunity to deliver his fatal strike. As for the injuries from the clash, they were entirely fake, causing no real harm, merely to make Luo Chuan more convinced.

Pu pu pu...

A gentle breeze blew across Luo Chuan’s body, instantly riddling it with countless wounds. Blood continuously oozed out, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

Without any hesitation, after performing the Unpredictable Weather technique, Chu Ming turned around and operated his Divine Travel Step to the extreme, taking dozens of steps in almost an instant, fleeing towards the nearby dense forest. Now, with Yang Zong already enraged, Chu Ming’s priority was to escape for his life.

Swoosh

A gust of wind passed by, and upon seeing Chu Ming trying to escape, Yang Zong left Luo Chuan’s body behind without a second thought and transformed into a stream of light, chasing after Chu Ming, his eyes filled with rage. Luo Chuan being killed right under his nose was something he could not tolerate. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

At the same time, his killing intent towards Chu Ming grew even stronger. The fact that Chu Ming could kill Luo Chuan, regardless of the reason, showed how strong his talent was, which was unfavorable for the Yang Family.

With peripheral vision, Chu Ming glanced at Yang Zong tightly following behind him, his eyes narrowing, thoughts racing in his mind.

Yang Zong mainly cultivated Body Refining Techniques, so it was clear that his Body Technique Martial Techniques were not very advanced, and his comprehension was insufficient. However, he had a high Cultivation Realm, and his spiritual power, both in quality and quantity, far exceeded Chu Ming’s.

Therefore, his speed of pursuit was not slow, faintly even faster than Chu Ming’s, with the gap between them constantly narrowing. Chu Ming could almost feel the gust of wind stirred by Yang Zong behind him.

"Fight to the death!"

Chu Ming’s resolve hardened as he realized he had no other choice. If things continued like this, Yang Zong would undoubtedly catch up to him, and it would not end well. Taking a gamble might give him a sliver of hope.

"Unpredictable Weather!"

Chu Ming swung his sword backward, stepping firmly with his feet, accelerating his body once more. Strands of blue light floated from behind him, a gentle breeze and fine raindrops containing sword aura, hiding lethal intent.

Seeing Chu Ming’s attack, a trace of mockery flashed in Yang Zong’s eyes. He had been prepared for this, and his body trembled, his robe billowing as his Gang Yuan fully activated. A faint white light exhaled and inhaled over his body surface, with a phantom of the Demon Bull flashing, roaring towards the sky.

Clang clang clang

In the blink of an eye, the sound of metal clashing resonated as the wind and rain sword aura slashed against the white light on Yang Zong’s body but all shattered without causing even the slightest damage to his clothes, remaining completely intact.

"Don’t waste your efforts. Without an attack equivalent to the Ninth Layer of the Transcendence Realm, you can’t even break my defense!" Yang Zong shouted loudly, his steps remaining fast, still closely following Chu Ming.

Seeing he was about to be caught, Chu Ming’s body suddenly twisted, his white robes fluttering. He quickly took several steps, widening the gap between them and changing direction, rushing towards the center of the Cyan Yang Mountain Range.

Yang Zong saw Chu Ming’s direction and a hint of dread flashed in his eyes. However, thinking of Chu Ming’s talent and the dead Luo Chuan, he clenched his teeth and followed. But while pursuing, he split his focus to stay vigilant of the surroundings, having already made up his mind to escape at the first sign of trouble.

Chasing Chu Ming was important, but he cherished his life even more.

Chu Ming was also very helpless. If it wasn’t a last resort, he wouldn’t head towards the center of the Cyan Yang Mountain Range. The center was teeming with Fifth Level Demon Beasts, even the Seventh Level ones were not absent.

A Fifth Level Demon Beast was equivalent to a True Dao Realm Martial Artist, while a Seventh Level Demon Beast was enough to rival a general Guiyuan Realm expert. In the Great Yan Kingdom, the center of the Cyan Yang Mountain Range was practically a restricted area.

Martial artists would turn pale at its mention, and commoners would feel terrified just hearing about it.

With Chu Ming’s current strength, even a random Fifth Level Demon Beast could easily kill him, let alone a Seventh Level one. A single breath could kill him thousands of times over.

However, precisely because it was filled with danger and the unknown, it provided Chu Ming with a slim chance of survival.

Pu

The sound of the air being forcibly torn apart echoed in Chu Ming’s ears, and he felt a terrifying wave of air sweeping behind him, the surrounding air instantly vacuuming. He felt the explosive force around him, covered by fist force.

It was Yang Zong’s attack.

"Demon Bull Fist!"

A purple fist intent erupted from Yang Zong, all the fist force bursting out, transforming into a stream of spiritual power mixed with Demon Bull Gang Yuan Power, roaring towards Chu Ming.

No time to think, Chu Ming immediately shifted his body while an astonishing red sword aura, carrying the devastation of fiery explosions, surged forth like a wildfire. Starfire Sword Intent erupted.

"Starfire Extinction!"

Sword Essence continually shattered, sweeping around. The airwave was instantly displaced, and the red sword intent interwove with the purple fist intent, but in an instant, the red sword intent was extinguished, collapsing like a house of cards.

The surrounding trees were reduced to ashes upon contact with the fist intent, showcasing Yang Zong’s domineering attack.

Pu

A mouthful of blood spurted from Chu Ming’s mouth, his face pale as paper. He leveraged the recoil to fly forward, creating some distance again, but this time he was truly injured, worse than when he fought for the Luminous Orchid.

After all, how could Yang Zong’s strength compare to that of the immature Black Water Python? A casual punch from Yang Zong was enough to kill the Black Water Python. Although Chu Ming’s current strength was around the fortieth position on the Cyan Yang List, the gap with Yang Zong ranked around twenty places higher was significant.

The gap in strength could not be estimated. Just speak of the top ten; the difference in strength was even more pronounced. The tenth place might not survive one move from the first. Although they were all at the Ninth Layer of the Transcendence Realm, the strongest could kill the weakest with one strike.

Pu

Another faint sound echoed. Heart pounding, Chu Ming saw a purple fist intent flying towards him again through peripheral vision. Hot airwaves spread around. It felt like a massive fireball, burning everything in its path.

Chu Ming’s face grew grave, his heart extremely unsettled. If Yang Zong hit him again, he’d be severely injured if not dead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Right at this moment, several powerful explosions sounded, and all the trees to Chu Ming’s left exploded into dust, floating in the air. A massive figure gradually revealed itself,

Its entire body covered in gleaming silver scales, each about three inches long, with two strong and powerful clawed arms. The sharp giant claws at the ends of the arms emitted a cold gleam, intimidating at sight. Additionally, a sharp horn about three meters long protruded from its head, shimmering with a chilling silver light.

Its immense green eyes were as big as millstones, exuding an oily glare. This was truly a terrifying giant beast. It roared, its endless sound waves filling the air, deafening, shattering through the clouds and stones, uprooting the surrounding trees.

"Middle Tier Fifth Level Demon Beast, One-Horned Evil Dragon!"