Chapter 135: About to Rampage

Sword Master's "long iron staff" is named the Round Iron Sword; as the name implies, it's merely a combination of a round sword and an iron sword. Judging by material, it's not even as good as broken copper and rotten iron; in an ordinary person's hands it would snap after a few blows. Judging by appearance, it's like a kitchen iron rod that has long lain in a fire kiln.

In the Sword Master's hands, it's more than just an iron staff; even a blade of grass would suffice.

The Sword Master has no set sword moves; each of his swords moves as he wishes, yet is utterly correct—drawing and sheathing the sword without deviation, grand and magnificent, the hallmark of a great orthodox sect!

If one day the Sword Master takes on a disciple, that disciple will learn the most orthodox, most proper swordsmanship under heaven.

With a sword in hand, the Sword Master could easily handle the Little Palace Master's "Five Absolutes," but unbeknownst to him he felt a sense that subduing the Little Palace Master would actually be somewhat difficult.

The Little Palace Master perfectly inherited everything from her mother! Even surpassing her.

Three hundred bouts flashed by in the blink of an eye, yet they remained evenly matched.

Victory or defeat was hard to tell.

The Sword Master enjoyed it, knowing the Little Palace Master's identity.

As for the Little Palace Master, she had no idea about the Sword Master, though she seemed to guess something—but whatever she guessed could not be confirmed!

Even if she got confirmation, what then? Who could stop her?

Just moments ago, she poured her own lightning power into the entire lake! The lake water conducted the lightning, which resembled cells growing in water, frantically bombarding the Sword Master.

That scene was shocking to the extreme—lightning filled the screen, upward lightning from below, all aimed solely at the Sword Master.

The Sword Master drew circles with his sword to ward off the lightning. It took expending a large portion of his true qi to neutralize it all; when he lowered his head and looked again, the lake was full of dead fish.

"Can I not die?" the Sword Master asked the Little Palace Master.

The Little Palace Master slowly shook her head, saying expressionlessly, "I can't decide."

"You could let me go, couldn't you? I don't want to fight you anymore."

"This is a duel! A life-and-death showdown!" the Little Palace Master emphasized, glaring; when she glared, her embroidered brows knit together, and the three red marks on her forehead converged, forming a large red flower, which was also very beautiful.

Though the Little Palace Master is merely a woman, her competitive spirit is no less than a man's! She obeys orders and craves battle.

"Then you will die." the Sword Master deliberately warned the Little Palace Master.

"Then let's see if you have the ability." the Little Palace Master said wearily; she didn't want to waste more words—better to settle the outcome quickly than to win a verbal spat.

"Then I'll give it a try."

"Make your move!" the Little Palace Master roared; her long red dress trembled with her anger. She had come to kill, not to be humiliated! The esteemed Sword Master was actually playing a delaying trick with her.

"Well, then as you wish!" the Sword Master said no more; his body rose spinning, his sword held high above his head, turning with his spin, pointing straight at the Little Palace Master in midair.

The lightning power in the lake water all subsided, having been transformed by the Sword Master; a vortex appeared in the lake, growing larger and larger, the lake water rising with the vortex! Like a thick, long water dragon!

And the Sword Master was that water dragon's fang.

"This is the best!" the Little Palace Master actually laughed, laughing so brilliantly! It turned out she had also been holding back.

The five forces of the "Five Absolutes" all gathered on her body, forming a single stream of true qi; the Little Palace Master actually intended to unite the "Five Absolutes"!

The wind arose from nowhere, yet the "Five Absolutes" came from the Little Palace Master.

"'Five Absolutes Return to One'?" the Sword Master's pupils widened! He wanted to stop his own sword, but it was already impossible to turn back! He was stunned—the legendary "Five Absolutes Return to One," a child not yet twenty years old!

Before the Little Palace Master's chest, the five brilliant streams of true qi converged into one; its strength was beyond belief, and she directly swung her palm at the Sword Master coming from below!

"'Five Absolutes Return to One'!" the Little Palace Master shouted loudly.

The Sword Master had one hand behind his back and one hand holding his sword above his head, bringing the "Water Dragon" to bear, intending to devour the Little Palace Master! Now he had no choice but to give his all; otherwise he would surely die at her hands.

The Little Palace Master is the number-one seed of the Thousandfold Gate!

……

Dongfang Wuji approached the ruins step by step; with one punch he blasted the ruins to smithereens.

A huge boulder was exposed, with two people on it. Chen Yi He tightly embraced Dongfang Xing, and all the stone fragments falling from the ruins smashed onto his body.

"How strange…… yet so familiar……" Dongfang Wuji murmured to himself.

What was strange to him was Chen Yi He; what was familiar was Dongfang Xing.

Chen Yi He no longer had the strength to lift Dongfang Xing.

Dongfang Wuji furrowed his brow, feeling a bit angry, because this stranger didn't even glance at him—he was the Eastern Demon! Did he not deserve a look from this person?

"I've decided, I'll choose you as the third person, even though you have no grudge against me." The Magic Blood Slaughter, also carrying hatred, made Dongfang Wuji flare up; he prepared to send Chen Yi He to his death just like the previous two.

Chen Yi He still ignored Dongfang Wuji; his mind was full of Dongfang Xing, everything outside cut off from him.

The more Chen Yi He acted this way, the more Dongfang Wuji grew annoyed; of course, he would not let Chen Yi He go just because of his attitude.

To Dongfang Wuji, everyone in the world is fit to be killed.

Just as Dongfang Wuji was about to strike, Dongfang Xing woke up.

"Cough cough……"

The first cry of early spring, the first downpour of midsummer, the first falling leaf of clear autumn, the first snowflake of harsh winter.

"Dongfang…… Dongfang!" Chen Yi He was excited to the point of near death from happiness! He hadn't expected Dongfang Xing to still be alive! Was his sincerity seen by heaven and earth, moving the High Lord and King Yama?

"Yi He……" Dongfang Xing's voice was so faint it couldn't be heard even when spoken close to the ear.

But for Chen Yi He this was enough; he once again held Dongfang Xing in his arms, "Dongfang……" he held her too tightly.

"I…… I can't…… breathe…… air……"

Only when Dongfang Xing reminded him did Chen Yi He loosen his grip.

"As long as you're alive, that's good; as long as you're alive, that's good; as long as you're alive, that's good." Chen Yi He repeated over and over; great sorrow and joy made his heart hard to bear.

Dongfang Wuji looked down on the two young people in distress, shaking his head continually; he couldn't believe that love between a man and a woman could actually make him be overlooked—those were just the leftovers of his play three hundred years ago; no matter the era, who hasn't fallen in love?

Dongfang Xing gave Chen Yi He a faint smile; her lips were already white as bloodless, she was extremely weak.

"I will take you out." Chen Yi He said to Dongfang Xing, "Let's go to a place with no one, and spend our lives together, okay?"

Dongfang Xing blushed again; due to long-term excessive blood loss, she couldn't redden her face, she nodded while smiling.