Chapter 357 – A Sudden Sword Dance, Three Extremes Swordsman

“You all speak so boastfully, this youngster thought you were all remarkable people. I simply refuse to believe it. How about we spar one-on-one to see whose swordsmanship truly prevails?”

With these words, Ye Kuang raised his head high, facing the furious gazes of countless Mount Shu disciples.

Regardless of how arrogant his demeanor appeared, merely his composure in facing numerous powerful enemies without flinching was enough to intimidate the crowd.

One by one, the Mount Shu disciples who had been clamoring earlier now wilted like withered eggplants, all regarding him with solemn respect as they recalled that this madman Ye was no ordinary opponent.

Daoist Qianming: “Young man, since you claimed earlier that you hadn’t used your full strength, why not demonstrate it now? Let us see if our Mount Shu Sword techniques are truly as vulnerable as you believe!”

The moment these words landed, the atmosphere shifted dramatically, clearly carrying a lethal intent.

“Very well!” As Ye Kuang spoke, his entire demeanor suddenly transformed, and he roared fiercely: “Although Senior’s swordsmanship possesses countless variations, if my power surpasses yours, I doubt you’ll withstand it so easily!”

“Hmm?” Daoist Qianming heard this and secretly grew vigilant.

Little did he know that this moment of distraction was precisely the opening Ye Kuang needed.

In an instant, a heavy sword struck the ground, its metallic sharpness ringing unmistakably in everyone’s ears.

Daoist Qianming’s expression shifted drastically!

Swift as lightning!

Ye Kuang shot forward like an arrow, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

A seemingly ordinary sword strike swept horizontally!

By the time Daoist Qianming regained his focus, he realized a dangerous aura had already enveloped his entire body.

In that moment, whether Daoist Qianming chose to block with his sword or not, the outcome would be equally disastrous.

It could be said that Ye Kuang’s sudden burst of speed combined with his overwhelmingly powerful strike could instantly defeat any expert in the Dao Inquiry Realm.

But…

At this critical juncture, a brilliant gleam silently erupted.

Clang! Buzzzzzz!

Ye Kuang shuddered violently, his hands unable to withstand the impact, forcing him to release his sword.

His entire body was sent flying backward.

As for Daoist Qianming, he fared no better.

However, compared to Ye Kuang’s situation, Daoist Qianming appeared more composed…

When Ye Kuang steadied himself, he couldn’t conceal his astonishment.

Clearly, he too found his opponent’s sudden surge in power unbelievable.

Simultaneously, Daoist Qianming shot him a sharp glance, barely concealing his uneven breath as he exclaimed in shock: “That sword strike was quite remarkable! Had I not mastered the profound secrets of heavy swords, I would have surely been defeated by you!”

Yet, in terms of sheer astonishment, the onlookers were even more stunned, each still reeling from Ye Kuang’s previous sword technique.

For a moment, they watched as both combatants were forced to disengage, regarding each other with grave intensity.

Ye Kuang: “Impressive!”

Daoist Qianming: “To achieve such mastery at such a young age—who is your master?”

At this point, Daoist Qianming suddenly fell silent, inwardly startled by his own realization.

Ye Kuang: “I belong to no sect or school, and I dare not claim any mastery. I’ve merely grasped some trivial sword techniques.”

Hiss—!

For a moment, their exchange seemed like casual conversation, yet the scene before them was nothing short of terrifying and awe-inspiring.Suddenly, the sword in Daoist Qianming’s hand shattered into countless fragments that fell straight down, embedding themselves into the floorboards with a clattering sound.

The Mount Shu disciples: “…”

Daoist Qianming stared at the broken sword in his hand, then fell into deep contemplation.

Unbeknownst to them, several sword-wielding Daoists had quietly emerged at the far end of the square, approaching at a leisurely pace.

“Who dares to cause trouble on Mount Shu? State your sect and name!”

“How many years has it been? Mount Shu has always remained aloof from worldly affairs. Never did I imagine someone would still dare to provoke us! Hahaha, this old man just comprehended a new sword technique – you’ll make a perfect test subject!”

“You lot, you lot… It’s rare to have visitors for sparring. Don’t scare them off. Why not leave this to me? My sword has nearly rusted from disuse.”

Just as tensions were rising, three earth-shaking voices thundered through the air without warning.

In that instant, everyone was struck dumb with astonishment.

“It’s… the Three Extremes Sword Ancestors!”

“Heavens above! Weren’t they all in closed-door meditation? How did they all come together?”

“Ancestors, we pay our respects!!!”

At these exclamations, the crowd could no longer contain their excitement. With trembling hands and fervent hearts, they erupted into rapturous cheers.

“Good, good, our juniors truly know how to respect their elders. Come, come, tell this Senior Martial Uncle who dared to challenge Mount Shu.”

“As hosts, we three should naturally stand with you all. Come now, yes, you there – tell this Senior Martial Uncle who it was.”

“A rusted sword needs baptism in blood and fire to remind this old man of those burning passions of youth…”

Meanwhile, Daoist Qianming snapped out of his daze and hurriedly called out to the three elders: “Your junior Qianming pays respects to the three Martial Uncles. May the Martial Uncles live as long as the heavens, reign supreme in Divine Martial arts, endure for millennia, and dominate the Dao Inquiry realm with no rivals…”

“Enough, enough. Though your flattery remains rather clumsy, this old man quite enjoys hearing it. It seems you’ve made some progress after all, Qianming boy.”

“Hehe, yes, yes, everything you say is right, Martial Uncle. All thanks to your excellent guidance.”

“Eh? Something feels off. This old man suspects you’re being sarcastic.”

The Mount Shu disciples’ excitement noticeably waned upon hearing this, their gazes turning toward the blushing Daoist Qianming with expressions of utter disbelief.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang couldn’t help wondering to himself: What kind of eccentrics are these three?

They rather resemble mischievous old urchins… and seem profoundly unfathomable.

Just as everyone was lost in their thoughts, three blurred shadows flashed past, and suddenly three old Daoists materialized at the confrontation site.

Only then did Ye Kuang leisurely heft his heavy sword again, examining the newcomers up and down.

“It must be you, young man. Quite bold indeed – even our Mount Shu disciples dare not make trouble, yet you alone managed to draw the three of us out immediately upon arrival. You certainly have impressive face.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang looked over.

This elder had a ruddy complexion like a monkey’s fiery red bottom, appearing radiant but reeking of alcohol.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad. You’ve certainly got some skill. That heavy sword isn’t bad either – seems to weigh a thousand jun.”

As these words were spoken, Ye Kuang had to turn his head again to look toward the other side.The two elders had faces dark as fermented bean paste, appearing as if deeply poisoned, yet their sharp and fierce eyes clearly indicated they were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

“Remaining unflinching? There’s some skill here, but I wonder how much real ability lies beneath.”

As the words fell, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but focus his gaze once more.

The third elder spoke with exceptional clarity, but what was most surprising was that this person appeared the most aged among them.