Chapter 364 – Challenging Mount Shu's Three Extremes Sword (Five)

Jian Wuya: “Evenly matched.”

Jian Yinyang: “Equally skilled!”

As they spoke, the two inevitably exchanged glances before simultaneously launching themselves forward.

Yet unexpectedly, Ye Kuang was currently consumed by raging fury. Seeing the two approach, he advanced instead of retreating.

Amid his wild roars, a heavy sword moved without wind, swirling back and forth to repeatedly clash head-on.

A sword came from the west—amid the clanging and clashing, it momentarily destabilized his footing, making him stagger.

Immediately followed by another elusive sword strike, accompanied by deafening metallic clashes, a trace of blood subtly trickled from the corner of Ye Kuang’s mouth.

Witnessing this, Jian Wuya roared even more fiercely: “Kid, accept your fate! With our three swords united, no one in this world can escape unscathed!”

“Ahhh…” Ye Kuang could hardly suppress his burning rage upon hearing this.

Clearly, even someone as powerful as him was somewhat overwhelmed by the three opponents’ coordinated assault.

Jian Yinyang: “Deploy the sword formation! Don’t let him escape!”

With that, Jian Yinyang acted without hesitation, his sword strikes swift as wind and lightning, clearly aiming to kill.

The only spectators on the scene were the three Daoist youths supporting each other.

At this moment, none dared speak, all retreating to a distance with horrified expressions. Yet their hateful gazes were filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Jian Yinyang: “This kid is at his wit’s end, Brother Wuya. Let’s intensify our efforts.”

Hearing this, Jian Wuya inwardly agreed and coordinated with the former to press the attack relentlessly.

In contrast, Ye Kuang wielded his heavy sword with sweeping motions, engaging the two long swords before him in open and direct combat.

It must be noted that his sword was as heavy as a massive cauldron, and his defensive maneuvers were measured and controlled, clearly indicating he still had fight left in him.

“Ha!”

“Break for me!”

“Yah!”

For a moment, the four combatants leaped and dodged, none able to gain the upper hand. Undeniably, their swords moved with their intent, each Ultimate Skill displaying immense power.

Clang!

Immediately after, another thunderous strike arrived, its deafening roar unmistakable.

Ye Kuang retreated abruptly, bleeding profusely, yet he resolutely swung his Heavy Edge.

Clang!

He repelled three streaks of Sword Light with one strike, then without hesitation, swept his single hand across the sky, unleashing a colossal entity before him.

Roar!

This dragon’s roar shook the heavens, its resonance undeniable, unleashing devastating force.

Jian Wuya bore the brunt of the attack, entangled by countless coiling dragons.

He then raised and lowered his sword, causing numerous sword blossoms to bloom successively, forcibly severing countless golden dragon illusions.

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Kuang erupted into a frenzy. Seizing the momentary gap, he gripped his heavy sword with both hands and launched a series of horizontal and vertical slashes at Jian Yinyang.

Bang… clang… hum!

Instantly, the relentless ringing in their ears made the terrifying scene utterly awe-inspiring.

Ye Kuang was fighting one against three. Though at a disadvantage, his ability to withstand the siege of three masters while injured was astonishing in itself.

“Damn it! If I hadn’t been careless earlier, how could I have ended up so passive…”

But before his words faded, he delivered a series of kicks, striking a sword blade squarely.

Thud! Thud! Thud!Yet who could have foreseen that the metallic clash would suddenly amplify into lingering echoes, filling the ears of all four with deafening, razor-sharp shrieks.

At times, the sounds rose and fell like turbulent waves; at others, they exploded like synchronized thunderclaps of divine wrath. Each time their blades crossed, violent, thunderous reverberations erupted.

At this moment, Jian Jiming struggled to his feet, spitting out the remaining blood clogging his mouth.

With a furious roar, he disregarded his own injuries and lunged forward in the blink of an eye.

Ye Kuang, who had been holding his own against three opponents and had just gained a slight advantage, found himself trapped in a relentless “war of attrition” once again.

The peril of the situation was now plain to see.

Thwack!

Caught off guard, Ye Kuang fell victim to Jian Jiming’s sneak attack, nearly having his chest pierced through.

As he strained to evade, a deep, bone-exposing gash was left on his back.

“You’re asking for death!”

Boom!

A fierce gale, stirred as if awakening thunder, surged violently into the heavens, resembling a cornered beast fighting desperately for its life.

Here, it must be mentioned: though Jian Wuya had lost count of how many strikes he had unleashed, he understood deeply that their feud was now irreconcilable.

If Ye Kuang were not eliminated here and now, the consequences would be unimaginable for Mount Shu.

Thus, including the Three Extremes Sword trio—Jian Wuya, Jian Yinyang, and Jian Jiming—even Ye Kuang himself gradually fought with increasing ferocity, his enraged roars echoing relentlessly.

“How does this brat still have such stamina? After fighting for so long, why does he show no sign of exhaustion?”

“But what does it matter? He’s already at his wit’s end. Even if we can’t eliminate him permanently, we can still make him pay a heavy price.”

“You want to kill me? Even if I exhaust every last bit of my strength, I won’t let any of you off easily!”

Thus, even as the four combatants employed every technique at their disposal, the endless flurry of blades and sword glints served as a stark reminder: the conflicts of the martial world were inherently unpredictable, and this battle had become utterly inscrutable.

Amid his furious roars, Ye Kuang leaped violently into the air.

At that moment, his heavy sword mirrored its wielder—not only radiating sharp, undisguised brilliance, but also carrying an unspoken, relentless momentum.

Yet, whenever he met force with force, it always stirred roaring gales, as if dragons of wind were bellowing in fury.

“Profound Sword—break, break, break!”

“Fleeting Light Soaring Sword!”

“Twilight of Gods Sword Dusk!”

“Splendid Light Thousand-Foot Sword!”

Clang! Clang! Clang… Clash!!!

Ye Kuang endured the force of three consecutive sword strikes, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to suppress the surging blood energy within.

Blood-flecked foam spilled continuously from his mouth, as though the unceasing battle had made the bleeding unstoppable.

Jian Wuya’s face flushed crimson as he forcibly gathered his energy, his furious shouts erupting into a roar.

Jian Yinyang, with blood trickling uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, his hair disheveled, fixed a sharp, piercing gaze ahead.

In contrast, Jian Jiming, having sustained severe injuries earlier, was clearly running out of steam.

Though Ye Kuang observed all of this clearly, he found himself powerless to act on it.

Truth be told, he wanted to say: “We’ve been fighting for so long—why not take a break and resume our battle in another three hundred rounds?”

But how could Ye Kuang, who had never backed down in his life, swallow his pride and say such a thing?

At this thought, he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and roared in anger, “Damn it! You people have no shame! One-on-one, would I ever fear any of you? The real disgrace is that you call yourselves masters, yet you attack all at once like cowards!””As long as we can eliminate you, who in this world would dare say we are not justified?”

“Victors become kings, losers become bandits. What’s the point of saying this now?”

“History is always written by the victors. Now you shall die, old man!”