Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 577 - 575 Yun Qinghong’s Measures_1

"His aura was condensed but not yet released, his mind focused and unified. Even if his opponent were one of the world’s Four Grand Masters, he remained as steady as Mount Tai. This is Yun Qinghong. This man is truly terrifying," Ling Chen gradually sensed how terrifying Yun Qinghong was. If Su Ziling could be compared to a cloud, elusive and inscrutable, and Liu Feiyue to snow, sharp and imposing, then Yun Qinghong was undoubtedly the earth. The earth bears all things and is immensely vast and solid. To defeat such a figure, one would need significantly superior strength; otherwise, there would be absolutely no way to overcome him in one fell swoop. He would inevitably be drawn into a protracted battle.

"Incredible! This is Yun Qinghong’s strength; it actually matches Yue Ruohai’s!"

"Yue Ruohai is the world’s number one blade way Master! His blade intent reached Grandmaster Level three years ago. Could Yun Qinghong actually defeat him?"

"It’s hard to say. Since Leng Jue was able to defeat Mo Tianya, one of the Four Outstanding Talents, how can you be certain that Yun Qinghong can’t defeat Yue Ruohai, one of the Four Grand Masters?"

"Yun Qinghong represents the entire younger generation! I hope he can win!"

The younger generation held high hopes for Yun Qinghong.

"Blade Intent Becomes a River!"

Yue Ruohai’s attacks were like an ocean tide. His blade intent erupted wildly, projecting a vast river before him, its waves surging with relentless pressure. With a wave of his Long Knife, the river of blade Qi surged out, rushing towards Yun Qinghong like an overwhelming torrent.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Yun Qinghong suddenly retracted his True Qi threads. He then re-formed them into a cylindrical shape, like a hollow tree trunk. The surging river of blade Qi flooded entirely into this trunk.

Just then, Yun Qinghong’s eyes narrowed. He abruptly bent the ’trunk’ in his hands. The river of blade Qi that had just poured in was instantly redirected, gushing out from the trunk’s opening and sweeping back towards Yue Ruohai.

"What?" Yue Ruohai was aghast, his face paling; he clearly hadn’t anticipated such a move from Yun Qinghong.

"Turning his own attack against him! Brilliant!" Many young geniuses’ eyes lit up. Yun Qinghong’s martial arts technique was ingeniously executed—truly unparalleled.

BANG!

The river of blade Qi slammed into Yue Ruohai’s Long Knife, sending him flying. The devastating force of the blade intent ravaged him, causing severe injuries.

"Wild Wind Wave Step Kill!" Yue Ruohai’s expression turned grim. He knew that if this continued, it would be disadvantageous for him. Carrying the momentum of wind and waves, he leaped into the air and unleashed a ferocious slash. This strike, delivered with the flow of power, was Yue Ruohai’s strongest.

"Here it comes!" Yun Qinghong was fully focused, his concentration at its absolute peak. With his ten fingers, he controlled a dense network of True Qi threads. Ling Chen himself had learned the True Qi Becomes Silk technique from Yun Qinghong. The latter’s mastery in this art had already reached a state of perfection.

Yun Qinghong still stood in his original spot. Facing Yue Ruohai’s strongest slash, he neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, his hands moved unceasingly, sweeping out with the dense True Qi threads, intent on shredding everything before him. It was as if what attacked him were merely great waves, and there was no wave that could not be cut or severed.

SPLASH!

After several breaths, Yue Ruohai’s strongest slash dissipated into nothing. Yun Qinghong seized the opportunity, brought his hands together, and condensed the True Qi threads into a Soft Sword. He then swept it out forcefully. The next moment, a mark appeared on the surface of Nine Dragons Lake, extending to its very edge. Like a chasm, it split the lake in two—a shocking sight.

SPLAT!

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out as Yue Ruohai was sent flying backward. A sword mark appeared on his chest, blood gushing from it.

"What?" On top of the peak, Huyan Xiong, Fang Baiyu, and Yin Tianxi all stood up simultaneously. Their eyes were filled with shock, and they were unable to speak out of astonishment.

"Yue Ruohai lost! Yue Ruohai truly lost!"

"One of the Four Grand Masters of the world has been defeated by someone from the younger generation! From now on, the era of the ’Four Grand Masters’ is over."

Even though they had considered the possibility of Yue Ruohai losing, when the result was laid bare, most people were still profoundly shocked. That even someone as strong as Yue Ruohai had fallen to Yun Qinghong made everyone realize just how terrifyingly strong Yun Qinghong must be. It was conceivable that no one present at Nine Dragons Lake could confidently claim victory over Yun Qinghong. Even if Huyan Xiong himself were to fight, the outcome would be uncertain.

Too powerful! Although Leng Jue had defeated Mo Tianya, which had greatly boosted his confidence, he didn’t think he could beat Yun Qinghong. He estimated his chances of victory at less than twenty percent. Fortunately, he hadn’t been reckless enough to challenge him.

Freak! Su Ziling was also wary of Yun Qinghong. This fellow was unfathomable. He had defeated Yue Ruohai, hailed as the world’s foremost blade way Master, yet Yun Qinghong himself was completely unscathed. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.

"Brother Huyan, if you were to duel him, what are your chances?" Fang Baiyu suddenly asked Huyan Xiong.

Huyan Xiong shook his head. "I’m not entirely confident."

Hearing this, Fang Baiyu and Yin Tianxi were both taken aback and exchanged glances. They were both well aware of Huyan Xiong’s strength; among the four of them, he was the most powerful. For even Huyan Xiong to admit he wasn’t fully confident was startling. It seemed this young man was truly formidable.

It seems this young man will be our biggest opponent, Fang Baiyu thought, a hint of gravity appearing in his eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ling Chen suddenly rose. A gust of wind swept past, causing his white robes to flutter and his long black hair to stream behind him like splashed ink. Having watched the battle between Yun Qinghong and Yue Ruohai, Ling Chen also felt the urge to test his skills against him.

He walked to the edge of the peak and, amplifying his voice with True Qi, declared, "Yun Qinghong, you are indeed powerful. Worthy of my challenge."

Ling Chen’s first words upon standing immediately caused an uproar.

Did I hear that right? Someone wondered if they were hearing things.

"You want to challenge me?" Yun Qinghong’s eyes narrowed. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably dismiss it. But this person was no unknown. He was like a Peerless Treasure Sword, about to be unsheathed.

This Dustless? Leng Jue’s brows furrowed. Even though he had defeated Mo Tianya, he didn’t consider himself Yun Qinghong’s match. Similarly, Ling Chen, who was in the second tier of the younger generation alongside him, couldn’t possibly be Yun Qinghong’s opponent either.

"Still thinking of challenging Yun Qinghong? Boy, let me be your opponent first!"

Suddenly, a loud shout thundered. A figure leaped down from the mountain peak—it was none other than Yin Tianxi of the Iron Finger Divine Sect.

"What? Yin Tianxi is going to fight Dustless?" The spectators’ eyes nearly popped out.

"Yin Tianxi is ranked third on the World Master List. Why would he target Dustless? Could it be a personal grudge?"

"Most likely. It’s said that Dustless once severed the arm of his nephew, Yin Zongli. Yin Tianxi must be seeking revenge. I doubt Liu Feiyue will stand idly by."

"Excellent! Liu Feiyue versus Yin Tianxi! We’ll get to see another clash between one of the Four Outstanding Talents and one of the four veteran Grand Masters!" The crowd grew excited once more.