Chapter 276 – Discussing the Dao at Wuji Three Elders Peak (Six)

Sssslash!

Qing Ge’s sword pierced Lord of Thousand Faces’ left arm, transforming into blooming sword flowers that silently radiated countless chilling glimmers.

Lord of Thousand Faces retreated step by step, only then realizing his entire sleeve had been utterly shredded. His face instantly turned ashen with rage.

“You’re seeking death!”

Ye Kuang: “You talk too much. Take this sword from me too!”

As he spoke, he abruptly closed in, his sword condensing into a frigid starlight aimed straight at his opponent’s face.

Simultaneously, Qing Ge did the same.

In that instant, both men erupted with their sword tips, unleashing an interwoven cascade of strikes like a torrential downpour.

Within moments, Lord of Thousand Faces retreated repeatedly, then suddenly whipped his sleeves like coiling dragons, enveloping both swords entirely.

From the center of his chest, two fist glows abruptly erupted!

Yet, as if having anticipated this, Ye Kuang and Qing Ge ignored it completely, launching precisely timed kicks with explosive force.

Thud! Thud!

In a flash, all three struck each other’s chests and abdomens with fists and feet.

Ye Kuang stifled the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat, forcing it down as he recoiled, while simultaneously delivering a fierce kick to his sword hilt.

Hummm!

At that moment, even Qing Ge, as he leaped back, executed the same maneuver.

By the time Lord of Thousand Faces realized it, it was already too late.

Caught off guard, his arms felt as if torn apart, preventing him from circulating his energy properly.

Lord of Thousand Faces was sent flying backward, dragged by the twin swords embedded in him.

Buzzzz!

Only when he crashed into the tree crown did the resonant hum abruptly cease.

A trail of blood slowly trickled down, flowing along the trunk.

It became clear: Lord of Thousand Faces was pinned against the tree crown.

Rising to his feet, Ye Kuang thought: How could he let such an opportunity slip?

In that moment, he erupted with all his strength, unleashing his lifetime’s mastery upon his foe.

Nine Yin Manual… Jade Void Creation… Eight-Nine Fist Strength… Dragon Subduing Eleventh Palm.

Fish Leaps from Abyss!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scene was nothing short of cataclysmic.

The furious dragon, embodying innate savagery, reduced everything in its path to swirling dust and smoke.

Qing Ge, too, remained active, clenching his fists and releasing countless “Void Piercing” fist energies into the devastated area ahead.

Hiss-boom!

The thunderous force breached Wuji Mountain Peak, deafeningly resonant.

Amid the billowing smoke, turbulent energies raged, turning the surroundings into a maelstrom of violent forces.

Ye Kuang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face alternating between gold and crimson.

Clearly, the earlier strike had inflicted unimaginable backlash.

At this moment, Qing Ge, his face pale, murmured, “Did it work?”

His words revealed that even someone as formidable as Qing Ge couldn’t be certain their combined assault had succeeded.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang didn’t respond but widened his fierce eyes, his sharp gaze fixed intently on the smoky chaos.

He had abandoned any thought of escape, embracing instead a mad resolve to take down as many as possible.

“Should we retreat now?” Qing Ge asked.

“Retreat? Hahaha…” Ye Kuang burst into wild laughter. “Since we’re here, we might as well collect some interest!”Upon hearing this, Qing Ge couldn’t help but feel shocked and doubtful.

Dragon Capture Skill!

Yet who could have expected Ye Kuang to immediately extend his hand, sending countless dragon claws successively grasping toward the smoke-covered area.

Crack!

It wasn’t until an unusual sound suddenly erupted from the smoky zone that Ye Kuang was seen breaking into an uncontrollable smile.

Abruptly, a brilliant glow silently emerged. Ye Kuang swiftly stepped forward, clutching it in his palm, then fearlessly charged ahead with full force.

Clang! Clatter!

Unexpectedly, following closely behind, the clash of weapons rang out from beneath the smoke—clear and melodious, yet unable to conceal the lurking killing intent.

“Let’s see where you run this time?”

Clang!

“I come and go as I please. Who dares to stop me?”

“Perfect! I was afraid you’d just flee.”

Bang!

“Cease your arrogance! Surrender your life!” roared the Lord of Thousand Faces.

But as his words lingered, they were soon drowned out by successive bursts of sword chimes.

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the smoky area at extreme speed, like a human cannonball.

It was startling to see—this person wasn’t Ye Kuang, but rather the Lord of Thousand Faces, Wei Boran!

Witnessing this, Qing Ge leaped into the air, intercepting the Lord of Thousand Faces’ escape route.

Qing Ge’s moves were exceptionally ruthless—not only could he confront head-on, but his ambushes were also perfectly timed.

He precisely seized the moment when his opponent’s old strength had faded and new strength had yet to emerge.

Thud!

One punch!

Just one punch!

Qing Ge forced the Lord of Thousand Faces back into the smoke and immediately pursued him.

Simultaneously, an enraged dragon tore through the billowing smoke.

At this sight, the Lord of Thousand Faces paled with fear, forced into a desperate defense, clearly losing his initial arrogance.

No matter how he imagined it, he never expected what should have been an easy capture to become so arduous!

But then, a sword light flashed, piercing the dragon’s head. The incessant, grating screech seemed to tear through the sky.

Roar… Buzz!

At that moment, the enraged dragon let out one last unwilling roar before instantly dissipating into rolling smoke, scattering in all directions.

Ye Kuang emerged right on cue, his sword once again slicing through the air’s resistance!

In that instant, the Lord of Thousand Faces’ expression shifted repeatedly as he saw the attack approaching.

It must be said, fighting one against two, even someone as powerful as the Lord of Thousand Faces found himself locked in a bitter struggle.

Thus, it was easy to imagine how troublesome anyone would find facing Ye Kuang and Qing Ge united.

In the blink of an eye!

Despite Ye Kuang’s sword being swift, fierce, and accurate, it still fell short of perfection.

The Lord of Thousand Faces proved incredibly resilient, merely blocking horizontally with his sword and forcibly neutralizing the lethal strike.

“You think you can kill me? Pure delusion!”

“Break!”

Ye Kuang, hearing this, thrust his sword forward, channeling all his strength into the blow.

Boom!

Instantly, the Lord of Thousand Faces’ sword bent sharply, and he was sent flying backward, sword and all.

Now suspended mid-air, the Lord of Thousand Faces had sword wounds on both shoulders bleeding profusely, staining half his body red.

Little did he know, Ye Kuang had been waiting for this very moment.

As he landed, Ye Kuang launched himself forward, sword at the ready, propelling himself like a projectile.

That fleeting opportunity vanished in an instant, but Senior Brother Qing Ge was clearly not idle either—he immediately unleashed the essence of Void Piercing.

Witnessing this, the Lord of Thousand Faces erupted in fury, roaring repeatedly: “How could I, a proud member of the Hundred-No-Crowd, be defeated by mere ants like you!”As soon as the words fell, Wei Boran could hardly conceal his shock and fury.

One-on-one, perhaps no one here was his match, but facing both opponents simultaneously… The more he thought about it, the more unstoppable the thought of defeat became.

“Taste my sword!” Ye Kuang declared.

“Void Piercing Fist Force, unmatched and peerless!” Qing Ge roared.

In that instant, Lord of Thousand Faces saw the pincer attack from both sides and let out a furious, sharp cry: “Perish, all of you! Formless Divine Art!”

Clang… Boom-hum!

In mere moments, the two swords intertwined like a shower of stars, their sharp, cold gleam swelling rapidly.

The dazzling Sword Light repeatedly burst forth with sinister arcs, appearing as if one sword transformed into three, then in the blink of an eye, countless sword tips surged like a tidal wave.

Lord of Thousand Faces immediately shifted through countless forms, wielding a sword in one hand to clash with Ye Kuang while the other hand fiercely met the incoming fist.

As the Vigorous Qi of the three surged and receded, Qing Ge was sent flying backward from the impact.

Here, it must be mentioned that Qing Ge had already been severely injured earlier. Now, exerting his full strength repeatedly, it was easy to imagine the backlash his overburdened True Qi circulation suffered.

On the other side, as if proving the old saying, “With a sword in hand, the world is mine,” Ye Kuang grew increasingly astonished with each thrust of his blade.

The moment his True Qi flowed into the sword, the sensation of effortless control sent a thrill through him.

It was as if he had pushed open a door to a new era—ahead lay obscurity and the unseen, yet every moment hinted at clarity breaking through the clouds.

Lord of Thousand Faces grew more alarmed the longer the fight dragged on, eventually forced to unleash a sea of Sword Light in a explosive burst.

Caught off guard, Ye Kuang was thrown back by the recoil, landing heavily on the ground.

But as he steadied himself, he couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter.

For Lord of Thousand Faces, seemingly aware he was no match for their combined strength, had vanished from the scene in the blink of an eye—clearly choosing to flee.