Chapter 985: Chapter 982: I’m Not Interested in You

The golden radiance was extremely fast, surpassing the speed of sound. In a blink, it was already above Cloud Mountain City, and one could see that it was a massive golden Sword Qi, with a human figure wrapped inside.

Swish!

When the golden sword light reached the vicinity, it suddenly split open, and from within walked out a youth in a cyan long robe.

The youth looked seventeen or eighteen. He stood casually in the void, yet seemed like a coiled dragon and crouching tiger. His emotionless eyes were bright like lightning; meeting his gaze felt like being pricked by needles, and ordinary people simply did not dare to look him in the eye.

Seeing the youth, Ji Wuyue’s Daimei slightly knitted. Her figure flashed to Luo Feng’s side, and she quietly reminded:

"Luo Feng, don’t make any rash moves. This person is Ye Canglang, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion. At the last New Dragon List Conference, he ranked thirteenth on the New Dragon List, his strength far surpasses Yue Cheng. I don’t even know what realm he has reached—only heard rumors that he has the strength to compete for the top ten New Dragons."

Luo Feng nodded, the vigilance in his heart not relaxing in the slightest.

The moment Ye Canglang appeared, he had already sensed that this person was anything but ordinary.

Judging from the fluctuations of Yuan Qi, the other’s cultivation was even above his own, a Martial Artist at the peak of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Moreover, every casual movement of his naturally carried a kind of majesty, entirely unforced; his attainments in the Sword Dao were likely at an inconceivable level.

Ye Canglang noticed Luo Feng standing beside Ji Wuyue. His gaze moved, yet his expression did not change. His eyes swept to the heavily injured Yue Cheng on the ground, and he said blandly:

"So it was you, Junior Brother Yue Cheng, displaying the Azure Flame Seven Repair Sword here. It seems that in this half year, your Swordsmanship is still the same as before, without the slightest progress."

Hearing the disdain in his words, Yue Cheng’s expression stiffened slightly, but he didn’t dare refute.

Even among Inner Sect Disciples, there were strong and weak. His strength among the Inner Sect Disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion could only be considered upper-middle, while the Ye Canglang before him was absolutely among the top.

Although this person’s cultivation aptitude was mediocre, his comprehension was extremely high. With later effort, he had cultivated the Supreme Profound Golden Sword—whose might was the greatest among the three major Swordsmanships of the Sky Sword Pavilion—to the sixth level. His Sword Dao attainments could only be described as terrifying.

Though Yue Cheng was proud and arrogant, he had to admit he was inferior to Ye Canglang.

He shot Luo Feng a glance, a trace of cold malice flashing in his eyes. Struggling up from the ground, he said to Ye Canglang:

"Senior Brother, this person is insidious and crafty. Just now he heavily injured a fellow same-sect Junior Brother. When I reasoned with him, he suddenly attacked and schemed to defeat me. I ask Senior Brother to stand up for me."

Though he usually had little interaction with Ye Canglang, they were all fellow disciples of the same sect, so surely he would speak up on his behalf. As long as Ye Canglang made a move, the other was bound to lose!

Hearing Yue Cheng’s words, Ji Wuyue’s Daimei furrowed slightly. She stepped forward and said:

"Senior Brother, I am Inner Sect Disciple Ji Wuyue. Don’t believe Yue Cheng’s one-sided words. He just tried to act against me, and this person merely stepped in to help when he saw injustice on the rtiad. Moreover, the two of them fought fairly; there was no scheming involved. Everyone present is a witness."

Yue Cheng glared at Ji Wuyue, a ferocious look flashing across his face. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Junior Sister Ji, the rtiad is treacherous. Don’t be deceived by certain rtiad swindlers, or the one who suffers will be you."

At this moment, Ye Canglang spoke.

He gave Luo Feng a glance and said blandly, "Yue Cheng, you don’t need to lie to me. For him to defeat you, he has no need for any plots or schemes."

Yue Cheng was stunned. "Senior Brother, I..."

"He is a Martial Artist at the late stage of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

That one sentence from Ye Canglang left Yue Cheng dumbstruck, clearly frightened by his words.

Seeing that Luo Feng was not very old, he had assumed that even if the other’s cultivation was slightly higher than his, it couldn’t be by much—probably just the early stage of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. He had never expected him to be at the late stage of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

For a Martial Artist at the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, defeating him was no more than a matter of lifting a hand; indeed, no plots or schemes were needed.

Yue Cheng was not the only one surprised. Ji Wuyue’s beautiful eyes looked at Luo Feng, and she, too, was inwardly shocked.

"Junior Brother Yue Cheng, step aside. I’ll meet him." Ye Canglang suddenly waved his hand and said.

Yue Cheng, not knowing what to do, heard this and thought Ye Canglang intended to stand up for him. Joy appeared on his face. "Yes!"

"I am Ye Canglang, Inner Sect Disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion. Who are you?" Ye Canglang’s emotionless eyes fixed on Luo Feng.

"Ye Canglang of the Sky Sword Pavilion! Could he be the Golden Sword Ye Canglang, ranked thirteenth at the last New Dragon List Conference?"

"Yue Cheng is so respectful in front of him; it shouldn’t be wrong."

"Who would’ve thought that in this small Cloud Mountain City, three New Dragon List experts would gather in a single day!"

"That mysterious youth is only sixteen or seventeen, right? Yet he’s actually at the late stage of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm!"

"This battle will be spectacular."

As soon as Ye Canglang’s words fell, the atmosphere on the street rose to a climax, and shock showed in the eyes of the vast majority present.

Luo Feng had easily defeated Yue Cheng, so everyone already regarded him as a deeply hidden New Dragon List expert, full of anticipation for the clash between him and Ye Canglang.

Casting a glance at Yue Cheng, who had retreated to the side, Luo Feng turned his gaze to Ye Canglang, his brows slightly knitting:

"You want to stand up for him?"

Ye Canglang lightly shook his head. "I have no interest in the grudge between you. I’m only interested in you."

Luo Feng was taken aback, then said flatly, "Unfortunately, I’m not interested in you."

"Brat, in front of Senior Brother Ye you still dare to talk like that! I think you’re tired of living."

Yue Cheng hated Luo Feng to the bone, his face ice-cold.

"Silence! Haven’t you lost enough face already?"

Ye Canglang gave Yue Cheng a cold glance.

"I..."

Yue Cheng’s words halted, and he did not dare speak again.

Ye Canglang gave Luo Feng a deep look and said, "Since that’s the case, I’ll just have to ask with my hands."

As he spoke, Ye Canglang stepped forward and suddenly pointed a finger.

Chi-la!

A razor-sharp golden sword light appeared out of thin air, slashing through the air toward Luo Feng.

This golden sword light was more than ten meters long, extremely condensed. The faint sharpness it exuded was many times stronger than Yue Cheng’s Azure Flame Seven Repair Sword, as if it could pierce through everything.

Feeling the terror of this Sword Qi, Luo Feng did not dare be careless. His figure flashed, placing himself in front of Ji Wuyue.

"Shatter!"

His figure was engulfed in a mass of crimson flames as Luo Feng blasted out a punch.

Bang bang bang...

The crimson fist force and the golden Sword Qi collided in midair and were deadlocked, clashing countless times in an instant. Each collision burst out a fierce shockwave. The ground on the street below shattered layer after layer, and some Martial Artists affected by the aftermath spat out mouthfuls of blood.

"Retreat!"

"Quickly, retreat!"

Seeing how terrifying the aftershocks were, the others all scrambled back in a panic.

Boom!

The two completely different forces were stalemated for several breaths in midair, then suddenly shattered together. Intense golden light and firelight split the sky in two, shining as brightly as sun and moon.

"Oh? So that’s how it is."

A trace of surprise flickered in Ye Canglang’s eyes, then he suddenly smiled faintly, looking at Luo Feng as he said, "I didn’t expect to meet the current rising figure of the twelve Golden Palaces here today. Truly interesting. I’m not mistaken, am I—Luo Feng, Inner Sect Disciple of Linglong Hall?"

Ji Wuyue’s Daimei knitted, and she silently thought that this was bad.

Luo Feng wore a mask; naturally, he had his reasons for concealing his identity. She had not expected Ye Canglang to expose him at this moment.

Leaving that aside, Ye Canglang was a famed battle maniac of the Sky Sword Pavilion. Ever since becoming a Golden Palace Disciple, every month he challenged the geniuses of the various Golden Palaces. All the experts of the Sky Sword Pavilion had been challenged by him, including Lu Xiao Yun, one of the top ten New Dragons, who ended up losing miserably in a single move.

Now that Ye Canglang had learned Luo Feng’s identity, this duel was unlikely to remain simple...