Chapter 110: I'll Give You Time to Prepare Too

Boom

Brilliant starlight, surging Star Power, dust flying everywhere, the surrounding Star Gates were directly forced back.

The plump young master pushed out a palm, accompanied by an immense imposing force.

“Pure Star Power, without a trace of killing intent, huh?”

Jiang Changkong was puzzled in his heart—was this person really from the Qingyun Demon Hunting Team?

Why was there no killing intent at all?

Somewhat confused, Jiang Changkong’s thoughts shifted. He thrust his long blade aside and lightly raised his right palm.

“Abandoning your blade, good. For this alone, I won’t injure you too severely.”

A flicker of surprise flashed in the plump young master’s eyes, but the force of his palm did not weaken in the slightest.

Jiang Changkong remained silent, meeting the palm head-on.

Hum

The Taiji Diagram automatically manifested. At the point where their palms met, the Taiji Diagram spun rapidly, diverting forty percent of the force and redirecting it toward the plump young master.

“What?”

The plump young master’s expression turned astonished. He hurriedly stirred his Star Power, only to see a surge of immense Star Power gushing from Jiang Changkong’s palm.

Boom

A deafening explosion echoed, dust swirled, and river water shot into the sky. The plump young master’s figure retreated violently, his left palm swiftly waving to neutralize forty percent of the Star Power.

With a single palm strike forcing the plump young master back, Jiang Changkong’s expression turned cold and stern:

“Remnant of Qingyun, reveal the whereabouts of the Star Stone, and I’ll leave your corpse intact.”

“You say I’m a remnant of Qingyun? And you’ll leave my corpse intact?”

The plump young master’s face flushed red with anger. A sword hilt appeared in his hand: “Kid, you’ve really angered me. Do you really think blocking one palm strike makes you invincible?”

A dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky. In his fury, the plump young master no longer concealed his peak Star Gate abilities.

Golden sword light, waves of scorching heat, golden flames flickering.

“One Sword, True Yang!”

The golden light erupted with terrifying heat waves, infused with countless Star Power, forming a small golden Taiyang.

The intense heat instantly dried the sand beneath their feet, and the nearby river water began to evaporate.

“Huh? The same attribute as my Star Power.”

Jiang Changkong was slightly surprised, with a hint of excitement: “Perfect, blazing sun meets blazing sun. One blade, Proud Sun!”

The Proud Sun Blade was like the rising sun—warm and gentle.

Both were blazing sun techniques—one a sword, the other a blade.

The plump young master was also surprised because he felt that Jiang Changkong’s Proud Sun Blade was no weaker than his own.

But now was not the time to consider such things. He needed to teach this guy a harsh lesson.

“Die!” The plump young master snorted coldly. With the True Yang Sword, the small Taiyang pressed down.

The rising Proud Sun, warm and gentle, yet concealing terrifying power.

Jiang Changkong’s thoughts shifted, mobilizing seventy percent of his total Star Power.

Boom

A violent collision erupted. Taiji emerged once more, diverting forty percent of the Star Power straight toward the plump young master’s chest.

Seventy percent Star Power, the Proud Sun Blade, pressed down.

“You…”

The plump young master’s expression changed. He hastily retreated but was too late to defend against the stronger Proud Sun Blade, instantly sustaining injuries.

Blood sprayed from his mouth. The plump young master’s face paled as he stared at Jiang Changkong in shock and anger.

If he hadn’t retreated in time, it wouldn’t have been as simple as just spitting blood.

Where did this guy come from?

Since when did Jiangshui City have such an expert?

And why did my own attack turn against me?

The plump young master was bewildered. This technique was truly shameless.

“It seems you can’t kill me with one move.”

Jiang Changkong’s expression remained indifferent. With his hands behind his back, he spoke coldly: “The warm-up is over. Now, take one of my blades.”

“Huh?” The plump young master’s expression darkened. He said coldly, “Truly arrogant. Let me see what’s so special about this blade of yours.”

“Young brother, why not let it go? We have no intention of making an enemy of you,” the White-skirted Woman spoke up.

“If you can’t win a fight you provoked, you just let it go? The world doesn’t work that way.”

Jiang Changkong looked coldly at the fat young master. “I’ll give you time to prepare too.”

“Sister Meng, don’t interfere. Today I must teach this guy a lesson.”

The fat young master snorted angrily, then turned his gaze to Jiang Changkong. “No need for preparation—three suns merge as one.”

His long sword trembled, and vast Star Power surged forth, condensing into three small suns that merged into one, instantly doubling its power.

Clang!

The sound of the blade rang deafeningly as the long sword danced through the air. A streak of blood-red suddenly appeared in the sky.

Like a fiery sunset, as dazzling as blood, it carried a faint aura of desolation and twilight.

“One blade, sunset!”

Jiang Changkong stood unmoving, with eighty percent of the Star Power within him transforming into Blazing Sun Star Power.

The power of the Sunset Blade instantly surged, an invisible pressure making the fat young master’s expression turn grave.

“Slash!”

Jiang Changkong shouted softly, and the Sunset Blade abruptly descended.

“Kill!”

The Three Suns Sword surged forth with overwhelming force.

“Be careful!” The White-skirted Woman’s expression changed as she swiftly moved.

Boom!

The Sunset Blade fell, its terrifying Blade Qi wreaking havoc in all directions. The surrounding Star Demons instantly turned into bloody mist.

Dust and sand filled the sky, obscuring vision, while river water fell like rain.

The long sword circled back, hovering quietly beside Jiang Changkong.

After a long while, the dust settled, revealing two figures in sight.

The fat young master was disheveled, vomiting blood, his face deathly pale.

This time, he had run into a tough opponent. Who the hell could tell him why such a fierce guy had appeared in this small place?

The White-skirted Woman looked grave, the tiger’s mouth of her sword-wielding right hand split open, drops of blood seeping out.

“One more blade, and you fall.”

Jiang Changkong gripped the hilt with his right hand. The evening glow reappeared, the sunset rose once more.

“Wait!”

The White-skirted Woman quickly spoke up. “We are not remnants of Qingyun, and we have no intention of being your enemy. The reason we attacked was simply because you disturbed us twice while we were taking a walk.”

“Taking a walk outside the city—what refined leisure.”

Jiang Changkong’s expression remained cold, unconvinced.

Who would come this far just for a leisurely stroll? Were they that bored?

“We are both at the peak of the Star Gate level. The Qingyun Demon Hunting Team couldn’t afford to hire us.”

The White-skirted Woman frowned. “Whether you believe it or not, we were just here to relax.”

Jiang Changkong frowned. It was true that the Qingyun Demon Hunting Team couldn’t command those at the peak of the Star Gate level, but the Chu family was different.

“Are you from the Chu family?” Jiang Changkong’s eyes flickered, a hint of ferocity hidden deep within.

“The Chu family isn’t worthy of hiring us,” the fat young master said disdainfully. “Just this outfit I’m wearing could cost the head of the Chu family a month’s wages.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

What a boast, as if you’re loaded.

“Little brother, no discord, no concord. I was too rash earlier, and I apologize to you.” The fat young master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking sincerely.

When you can’t win a fight, a sincere apology is the best choice.

Getting killed over it just isn’t worth it.

The White-skirted Woman raised her palm, and a golden barrier shimmered, enveloping her and the fat young master. “A fifth-tier Protective Shield—you can’t break it either. I think we should just let this go.”

Jiang Changkong narrowed his eyes. “Just who are you?”

Fifth-tier Protective Shields, at the Star Hidden Level, were not something many in Jiangshui City could afford.

“My name is Nantian Wang. This is my sister, Yao Meng. We’re not from Jianghai, just here for a visit,” the fat young master said.

“Not from Jianghai? A Major Province? An Ordinary Province?” Jiang Changkong raised an eyebrow.

“Ordinary Province, Ordinary Province,” the fat young master repeated, then added, “May I ask your name?”

Jiang Changkong fell silent for a moment. “Do you hold grudges?”

The two men: “…”

“No… we don’t hold grudges.” The plump young master’s lips twitched. If you hold grudges, would you be thinking of killing us?

Jiang Changkong said calmly, “No need to mention names. I hold grudges.”

“We’re not enemies,” the two replied helplessly.

“You attacked without reason, delaying me from killing Star Demons. That makes us enemies. Compensate me with twenty low-grade third-tier Star Stones,” Jiang Changkong said indifferently.

The time they had wasted would have been enough to kill twenty Star Demons at the Early Star Sea Stage.

He wasn’t asking for much—just compensation for his losses.