Chapter 392 – Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Sword, Three Sword Drawing Techniques (Part One)

It is said that when one harbors dreams, it not only illuminates the path forward but also ensures the original aspiration remains unforgotten. Even when shrouded in darkness, what remains unchanged is this heart yearning for light, tempered into unyielding resolve and indomitable spirit.

At present, regardless of who directed these people, the mere fact that they had become enemies meant they must pay the price.

“Will you continue?” Ye Kuang said.

“Don’t get cocky, kid! None of us expected you’d break through to Dao Inquiry today—we admit defeat!”

“Ah, he’s coming again! Run for your lives…”

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In an instant, Ye Kuang dragged his long staff, reenacting the scene of a fierce tiger chasing mongrels on a sunken beach—a relentless pursuit of cornered curs.

Truly, fortunes shift like tides, and today the advantage was his.

One must understand this was originally just a trial, yet once the situation spiraled out of control, even the schemers lurking in the shadows were left dumbstruck.

Hundreds were now being chased by a single man, utterly defenseless, resulting in a completely one-sided rout.

It was truly baffling.

In mere moments, the beach lay nearly deserted, leaving only Ye Kuang and Yun Mengshu sharing a knowing smile.

Was this an impromptu sideshow to ensure their beach excursion proceeded smoothly, or were they simply speechless at this rabble that came and went like the wind?

Their deeds might soon shake the entire martial world.

Three days later.

A figure bearing a sword appeared at Tianshan, accompanied by a woman.

It could be said that once this news spread through the martial world, it would captivate countless minds and bodies.

For Ye Kuang’s past was too mysterious—from executing the Martial Grandfather of Xingyi Sect to battling the Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword, yet he always emerged unscathed.

The impact of these events swelled like towering waves, stirring colossal turmoil.

Thus, it was foreseeable that “a man’s reputation casts a shadow like a tree”—this saying was far from mere hearsay, inevitably drawing the attention of countless busybodies.

Just as the scenery of Tianshan: the bright moon rises over Tianshan, amidst vast seas of clouds. The mountains appear as mountains, the waters as waters, yet in truth, the mountains are no longer mere mountains, nor the waters mere waters.

Suddenly, as figures rushed out from the hall one after another, the clamor grew as bustling as a marketplace.

Leading them were the Tianshan Matriarch and the Guardian Elder.

“Ye Kuang! What brings you here?”

“My grievances remain unsettled, and I seek to quell them with a single sword.”

Little did he know these words would plunge the entire mountain into uproar.

In that moment, every disciple claiming allegiance to Tianshan erupted into hysterical roars and bellows.

Without exception, all cursed Ye Kuang for his despicable vileness—not only for stealing Tianshan’s sect-protecting Ultimate Technique but also for impersonating a Tianshan disciple to commit disgraceful acts.

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang’s expression shifted abruptly.

If anyone in the entire scene could speak fairly, it would have to be Yun Mengshu.

Yet, to his surprise, light, mocking laughter whispered incessantly in Ye Kuang’s ears, stirring him as if provoked, fueling his indignation.

“Hand over the mastermind behind the plots against me, and this matter ends here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind transforming into a slaughtering Asura.”

“Ye Kuang! Do not overstep your arrogance!!””Arrogant?” Yet who could have known that these words would only fuel Ye Kuang’s rage? His composure shattered as he erupted into a vulgar tirade: “Where exactly have I been arrogant? And even if I were, how could I possibly compare to the likes of you? Do you have any idea how furious I am right now? When Ye Kuang loses his temper, the consequences shall be borne by all of you!”

No sooner had his words fallen than the entire scene descended into chaos once more.

“Damn it all! How dare you cause trouble on Tianshan—”

“Care to repeat that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“What the— Agh!”

To everyone’s horror, a piercing scream abruptly tore through the air before being cut short, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

“How could this be? Has Cave Master Ding of the Thirty-Six Caves just perished?”

“That brat’s sword is impossibly fast!”

“Avenge the cave master! Avenge the cave master!”

…

“Silence, all of you!!”

“Ye Kuang! How dare you publicly slay a disciple of Tianshan? Do you hold our sect in such contempt? Or do you believe that having grown your wings, you can now act as you please?”

“Not only did you steal Tianshan’s Ultimate Technique, but you shamelessly posed as our disciple while wreaking havoc across the land. Have you no sense of shame?”

As the two elders delivered their successive rebukes, their righteous accusations rang out with unwavering conviction, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Ye Kuang: “Would you mind repeating that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Tianshan Matriarch: “Impudent wretch! How dare you mock me? Do you truly believe you can walk away from here today?”

But in the blink of an eye—

Ye Kuang abruptly drew his sword, launching a swift and decisive assault.

Whoosh—hum!

The blade’s keen whistle pierced the clouds as a silent radiance bloomed in its wake.

Guardian Elder: “Outrageous!”

Screech—clang!

Sparks erupted in cascading showers, the metallic shrieks vibrating through the eardrums of all present.

Yet Ye Kuang had already withdrawn to his original position, the encounter lasting but a moment.

He gently ran his fingers along the still-quivering blade, then lifted his gaze with a trace of disbelief.

Though the Guardian Elder’s eyes appeared clouded with age, their intensity only sharpened further.

At this, Ye Kuang released an inexplicable sigh: “I merely sought to uncover the mastermind behind this affair. I never anticipated such staunch opposition from all of you. It seems this matter runs deeper than I imagined.”

No sooner had he spoken than he instinctively stepped forward, enunciating each word with precision: “Since you Seniors insist on a Life-Death confrontation, I humbly request your instruction. But let me be clear—years ago, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I falsely claimed the Devouring Cultivation Method originated from Tianshan. Yet despite all my calculations, I never foresaw this becoming the spark that would set our blades against each other.”

The Guardian Elder remained unmoved, retorting sharply: “Now that you’ve grown powerful, you think you can say whatever you wish? Do you take us for fools?”

“Alas… regardless of whether you believe me, I have said all that needs saying. If battle is what you seek, then let it begin…”