Chapter 306 – The Dragon and Tiger Swordsman Falls into the Abyss

The Tiger Warrior (leader) watched the receding figure and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: “They were right, this young man is truly arrogant, yet it’s precisely this quality that makes him our sharpest blade!”

As his words faded, six officers transformed into afterimages as they pursued in haste.

Left behind was the utterly dumbfounded Shangguan Qiuyun from the temple, silently cursing repeatedly.

Meanwhile, before the Second Taoist Temple stood a solitary figure.

Ye Kuang: “And who might you be?”

As he spoke, he unconsciously wiped the bloodstain on his chest, his entire demeanor growing intensely grave.

“Heh… How pitiful. You dare trespass without even knowing which sect the Dragon-Tiger Gate belongs to? I must say, you’re not only brawny but simple-minded too.”

“Brawny? Simple-minded?” Ye Kuang burst into boar-like laughter upon hearing this, then roared with equal fervor: “I only fear you won’t even fill the gaps between my teeth!”

“Dragon-Tiger Blade Master Luo Wuya!”

“Merely a mortal named Ye Kuang.”

In that moment, their mutual introductions embodied the proverb “two tigers cannot share one mountain.”

Luo Wuya descended the steps one by one, holding his blade horizontally across his chest before coldly declaring: “Don’t accuse me of winning through unfair means. This blade lives as my arm – where the blade exists, I exist; should the blade break, I perish…”

But before he could finish, an iron fist materialized without warning.

It was Ye Kuang!

“Too much talk.”

“You seek death!”

Clang!

Following the metallic clash, their dragon-and-tiger struggle erupted without preamble.

Viewed from afar, Ye Kuang’s arms reflected sunlight like gold-plated bedrock, seemingly indestructible.

Witnessing this, Luo Wuya couldn’t suppress an astonished “Yi?!”

Yet before the exclamation fully formed, Luo Wuya’s expression shifted dramatically.

Before his eyes, a sandbag-sized fist rapidly expanded.

In that instant, Luo Wuya had no time for contemplation as a white gleam silently sliced through the air, his reverse-grip blade coming to rest against his chest.

Boom!

As fist energy erupted, the air cracked with unavoidable sonic bursts.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t restrain his roaring cry.

Earth-Shattering Shock!

Clang… Hummm!

Like continuous thunderclaps, destructive forces radiated in all directions.

Unbeknownst to them, the six officers had just arrived belatedly, their eyes gleaming with sharp intensity.

This reaction stemmed from Ye Kuang’s unbridled fist energy once again forcibly repelling Luo Wuya.

Seeing his opponent floating back in retreat, Ye Kuang gathered both arms at his Dantian, drawing concentric circles before uniting them – from which erupted heaven-shaking roars of tigers and dragons.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Instantly, dark clouds gathered as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, transforming the very heavens and earth.

The surging winds and sunless landscape seemed stirred by invisible giant hands churning the cosmos.

“Twelfth Palm, Riding Six Dragons!”

Whoosh!

Air currents converged and coalesced, abruptly morphing into six water dragons charging forward in unison.

“Tyrant Blade Avici Hell!”

Simultaneously, Luo Wuya swung his gleaming weapon downward with devastating force.

Wherever the eye could see, layered blade curtains materialized, vertically cleaving toward the horizon’s edge.

Clang!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Splash! Splash! Splash!

Thus unfolded the inevitable: drizzling rain and clashing blades interwove like thunderous explosions, composing “a melody of heartbreak, searching for kindred spirits across vast horizons.”In an instant, the steps that had broken in half, along with countless fragments of stone, swept out in all directions like bullets.

Ye Kuang roared wildly, leaping into the air from within the billowing dust.

Mid-air, he seemed to be executing some form of Lightness Skill, his fist winds unfurling and palms like startled swans, generating layers of luminous arcs.

Soon, it became apparent that his palms had subtly transformed into claw-like edges, five fingers grasping at the void.

Jade Void Creation Yin-Yang!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

At this moment, though there was no wind to stir waves, the opposite occurred as a massive suction force erupted.

Only then did Luo Wuya belatedly realize the danger.

For Luo Wuya’s body not only lost control but was also swept backward like a gust of wind.

“Tyrant Blade, Avici Hell!”

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Amid the deafening hum, a brilliant light surged exponentially, resembling a blade from beyond the heavens, enough to startle one’s soul.

It could be said that if the previous strike concealed a hidden edge, this horizontal slash was so dazzling it stung the eyes.

Even before the blade light arrived, an inexplicable pressure assaulted the senses.

Seeing the ferocity of this strike, Ye Kuang clearly dared not face it head-on and swiftly retreated.

The blade light vanished in the blink of an eye, yet its momentum unabated, it slashed ruthlessly through the dense forest undergrowth.

Bang, bang, bang!

Amid the chaotic explosive sounds, every tree crown was severed at the waist and sent flying into the air.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but inwardly gasp in shock.

Unbeknownst to others, his eyes brightened noticeably, as if he had discovered a new continent: This blade technique is domineering enough—if I can incorporate it into my sword arts, wouldn’t I achieve a Tyrant Sword!

Seizing this opportunity, Luo Wuya executed an effortless Lightness Skill, then tapped the ground with one foot, launching himself into a frenzied assault.

“Hahaha…” Ye Kuang couldn’t help but laugh maniacally, as if a certain doubt in his heart had suddenly cleared.

Luo Wuya: “I’ll make you laugh, damn it!”

“Tyrant Blade, Purgatory Pagoda!”

Instantly, the sky filled with a deafening hum, the brilliant light sending chills down one’s spine.

It was an endless barrage of horizontal and vertical blade lights, madly enveloping the heavens and earth.

Faced with such an Ultimate Skill, the smile on Ye Kuang’s face froze, and he couldn’t help but curse aloud.

However, his voice was slightly slower than the blade lights, and he could only dodge left and right, weaving sideways under the curtain of blades.

Clang, slash, slash, slash!

In that moment, the area where Ye Kuang stood was instantly carved into a six-pointed star.

Even the wildly slicing wind blades around it stirred up a tempest, chilling someone’s scalp with cold sweat.

Seeing this, he roared like a tiger: “I’ve given you face, damn it! Myriad Tribulations Undying!!!”

Luo Wuya: “Let’s see where you can hide now!”

Hell Asura!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

This blade strike was unleashed as if cleaving stars and carrying the moon.

Yet upon closer inspection, it was enough to horrify anyone.

Ye Kuang clearly didn’t dare underestimate it, his arms swelling with power, causing his outer garment to burst into a shower of cloth fragments.

Faced with the choice between temperature and demeanor, he naturally prioritized the former.

Swift as lightning!

At a glance, the blade curtain seemed to press against a golden body, pushing it backward.

No, wait—it was the golden body holding back the blade curtain, advancing step by step.

At this moment, Ye Kuang was truly enraged.

Roar, roar, roar!

Luo Wuya: “Slash!”

Hiss—boom!