Chapter 361 – Challenging Mount Shu's Three Extremes Sword (Two)

As the tension on the scene skyrocketed, Ye Kuang and the other three glared furiously, itching to launch an immediate attack.

“You worthless trash, you’re practically begging for death!”

“Don’t hold me back! I’m going to kill this bastard!”

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Kuang had finally reached his limit witnessing the Three Daoist Youths’ incessant chatter.

“Facing imminent death yet still spouting nonsense. I truly can’t comprehend how vermin like you have managed to survive this long.”

No sooner had these words been spoken than he charged toward the three swords, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In that instant, Ye Kuang’s fists and feet became as sharp as tempered steel, channeling his rage to unleash terrifying force that made hearts tremble.

Only then did the Three Daoist Youths belatedly realize the situation.

They were utterly shocked to see this madman blocking iron swords with his bare fists, and the fact that they had been forced back filled them with both astonishment and fury.

Three punches!

Just three punches!

Ye Kuang’s power gave them a clear understanding: his strength rivaled a thousand jun, terrifyingly ferocious.

At that moment, the Three Daoist Youths staggered backward, exchanging bewildered glances as if unable to believe what had happened.

Ye Kuang withdrew after his strike, brandishing his iron fists with formidable presence.

He assumed a combat stance, even beckoning provocation with his hand, completely igniting the explosive tension between them.

“This brat is too damned arrogant!”

“Ah… go to hell!”

“Nothing will stop me from chopping him to pieces! Hah…”

But to their surprise, Ye Kuang merely looked down on them with disdain, watching their approach with complete indifference.

Then they saw his hands suddenly spread wide, catching the incoming sword edges from both sides while lightly tapping with one foot, once again repelling the three’s coordinated assault.

It must be said that after repeated failed attempts, the Three Daoist Youths were seething with rage.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang continued his provocations, crooking his finger again as if determined to embody the very essence of “unbridled arrogance.”

“Attack together! Use the Three Powers Sword Formation!”

“Agreed!”

“Let’s see what gives this brat the right to be so insolent!”

Clang! Clang! Buzz!

The air immediately filled with the frequent trembling of sword hums, the metallic clashing unmistakable to the ear.

Ye Kuang’s chest heaved rhythmically as his True Qi circulated between inhalation and exhalation, dramatically amplifying his immense power.

His sleeves billowed as he moved with effortless grace, his gestures fluid and natural.

To the Three Daoist Youths, however, this scene appeared profoundly mocking.

Enraged, they struck with swift and vicious attacks, desperate to pierce through Ye Kuang’s body and soul with their swords.

When the four separated after another clash, Ye Kuang actually appeared somewhat disappointed, remarking casually: “Is this all you’re capable of? I must say, I’m quite disappointed.”

“Go to hell!”

“Heaven, Earth, and Man – three swords united, who dares challenge us!”

“I’ll challenge your damned heads!”

With this, Ye Kuang once again responded with his dual fists.

This time, he completely disregarded the three swords, clearly holding nothing back.

He surged forward, attacking left and right, his subtly extended hands alternating between claw and hand seal forms as they plunged into the dense forest of sword light, gripping the blades on both sides.

“Ah, damnable scum! Let go!””Very well, I’ll let go now! Break for me!!”

Yet this roar lingering in his ears actually lasted no more than a single breath.

Crack! Crack!

In an instant, Ye Kuang exerted tremendous force with both claws, not only crushing two iron swords outright but also filling his back with countless pockets of air that suddenly swelled to an immense size.

“Go die!”

Right at that moment, a concealed fierce shout attacked from behind. Amid a surge of brilliant light, another sword ruthlessly pierced the expanded opening.

Ssss! Ssss!

But unexpectedly, endless clouds of dust erupted continuously, soon becoming uncontrollable.

Like a battlefield with ten thousand galloping horses, the momentum was clearly unstoppable.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

At that moment, the three Daoist youths were struck as if by lightning, spurting blood mist as they were thrown back dozens of feet, resembling kites with severed strings.

Ye Kuang, meanwhile, reached back to grasp the long blade under his arm, raised it fiercely toward his spiritual center, and roared: “The wrath of a son of heaven leaves a million corpses. But when I, Ye, grow angry, I shall strip you of all your cultivation while showing you a sliver of mercy!”

As his words faded, he was seen violently twisting the sword in his hand into a tangled mess before ruthlessly shattering it into countless fragments that shot out in all directions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The howling wind and thunder fading from near to far couldn’t conceal the murderous intent.

When the three Daoist youths felt the chilling energy pierce through them, their faces instantly turned deathly pale, as if they’d just witnessed their parents’ demise.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Only then did Ye Kuang expressionlessly survey his surroundings, coldly glancing at the three figures on the ground with utter impassivity, as if he’d merely performed some trivial task.

In contrast, the three trembling Daoist youths glared viciously at their enemy, their eyes burning with enough hatred to kill.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang didn’t know whether to sigh, instead mercilessly taunting: “What, not convinced? I’m standing right here, awaiting the three ‘exalted’ ones for a rematch.”

“You’re dead for sure!!”

“Do you know who we are? How dare you destroy our cultivation! I want to personally witness your miserable death!”

“Heh heh heh…”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

Clearly, he’d begun to sense something amiss.

After all, how could the famed Three Sword Gods of Mount Shu be as pathetically weak as these three?

Realizing this, Ye Kuang spun around sharply and declared coldly: “So that’s it. You’re not the real masters!”

As he spoke, his gaze fixed intently on three thatched cottages.

“Alas, though they were rude first, your ruthless actions have crossed our bottom line. Even when beating a dog, one must consider its master. Do you admit your crime?”

“This youngster is ruthless and arrogant enough. I originally thought he was merely teaching them a lesson for us, never expecting things to escalate like this.”

“Now it’s too late for words. Young man, we never wished to make you an enemy, but matters have forced us into a life-or-death confrontation!”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Swift as lightning!

Suddenly, three beams of brilliant light erupted from the thatched cottages.

Even Ye Kuang couldn’t help but tense at their ferocious approach.

Hummm!

At this critical moment, the heavy sword on Ye Kuang’s back seemed to awaken with spiritual consciousness. Under his control, it shot from its scabbard with explosive force.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!