Chapter 1770

Zhao Yang's expression froze, then he shook his head and said, "I won't guess, because I simply cannot guess your name."

Hearing Zhao Yang's reply, the black-clad masked man was stunned for a long moment, then threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"My name is Li Donglai," the black-clad masked man said indifferently.

"Oh," Zhao Yang replied perfunctorily.

"Is this how you treat the one who saved your life?" Li Donglai frowned, a trace of anger appearing on his face.

"If you had saved my life, I might have given you some reward. But clearly, you only wish to use me, so... sorry."

Hearing this, Li Donglai flew into a rage. He glared at Zhao Yang and ground out through his teeth, "Brat, I think you truly have grown tired of living!"

Li Donglai kicked off with both legs, his entire body pouncing toward Zhao Yang like a leopard, the long blade in his hand chopping down fiercely at Zhao Yang.

Swish—

The blade edge was sharp beyond compare, as if capable of cleaving the void, its pressure terrifying.

Zhao Yang's eyes narrowed slightly; he tapped the ground lightly with his toe and dodged aside. The blade qi swept past the spot where he had just stood, leaving a huge crack in the ground.

A look of horror appeared on Zhao Yang's face. Although he had already overestimated Li Donglai as much as possible, he still did not expect his combat power to far exceed his own. He finally understood now why the other dared to pursue him alone.

Madness flickered in his eyes; at this moment, he threw caution to the wind completely.

Zhao Yang gripped his long sword tightly, channeling his entire body's true qi continuously into the Qingyun Sword. In an instant, the Qingyun Sword erupted with dazzling light.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Zhao Yang swung the Qingyun Sword, unleashing a sword technique. Sword lights flashed, dense beyond measure. Every strike aimed directly at Li Donglai's throat, waist, abdomen, and other vital points.

Li Donglai, truly a peak Skin-Refining realm expert, threw a punch, and a ferocious force surged forth.

Bang bang bang!

The two clashed hundreds of times in an instant; sword and blade collided constantly, erupting with dazzling sparks.

Zhao Yang felt his hands were about to be shaken out of their sockets; blood flowed endlessly from his Hukou.

"Damn it, how is this fellow so strong? Does that mean I am to perish here today? No! I absolutely cannot sit idly by; I must seek an opportunity to escape. Otherwise, I certainly cannot match him."

Just then, suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Zhao Yang's mind. "Since you want to clash head-on with me, then I shall satisfy you!"

Zhao Yang's eyes grew sharp; he swung his long sword, sword lights crisscrossing. Waves of sharp sword intent burst forth, sweeping toward Li Donglai like a tidal wave.

"Huh? Has this brat broken through? These sword lights' attacks actually vaguely carry true qi fluctuations. Could he have already stepped into the Bone-Refining realm?" Li Donglai was startled in his heart.

Zhao Yang's assault grew even more rapid.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out; Li Donglai retreated three steps.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Yang closed in, flicked his wrist, and thrust several more strikes. He flicked his fingers, and several iron pellets shot forth.

"Trivial tricks," Li Donglai said, slapping his palm forward. A surging palm wind scattered those iron pellets. He swung his precious blade horizontally, a brilliant blade light cleaving toward Zhao Yang's chest.

Zhao Yang wielded the Qingyun Sword to block this strike, but the blade did not stop; it continued chopping toward Zhao Yang.

Splat!

Zhao Yang's shoulder was struck; instantly, tearing pain shot through him.

Zhao Yang grunted, stumbling backward. Ice-cold light shone in his eyes. "I will have you dead!"

Zhao Yang roared; his eyes turned blood-red, and waves of blood mist rose from his body. His entire aura surged sharply upward.

"Kill!"

Whoosh—

Zhao Yang's body, like a ghost, rushed toward Li Donglai.

Clang clang clang!

Zhao Yang swung the Qingyun Sword, fighting fiercely with Li Donglai. Zhao Yang's cultivation had already risen to the early stage of the Sinew-Refining realm; moreover, the Qi-Gathering Pill he had consumed was nearly exhausted. Now, fighting for his life, his combat power was actually not much inferior to Li Donglai's.

Facing Pengpeng...

In a short span of time, the two exchanged more than ten moves; Zhao Yang completely seized the upper hand.

"What is happening? Am I not a peak Skin-Refining realm martial artist? Why, after fighting a Sinew-Refining early-stage martial artist for so long, can I not defeat him?" Li Donglai silently cried out in alarm, a solemn expression appearing on his face.

Zhao Yang attacked Li Donglai continuously; Li Donglai retreated step by step.

"Brat, you forced me to this," Li Donglai bellowed. He raised his right hand, and a cloud of gray powder flew out.

"Poison?" Seeing this, Zhao Yang was instantly startled. He immediately circulated his primal energy to protect his entire body.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Instantly, the temperature around dropped sharply; snow on the surrounding trees fell in heaps, landing on Zhao Yang and forming a thick layer of frost.

Zhao Yang knew he could delay no longer. He shouted loudly and swung the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

Boom!

Sword qi burst forth, directly annihilating that gray powder.

"Truly worthy of being a Qingyun Sect disciple; you indeed have some skill," Li Donglai said, a solemn look flashing in his eyes. He shook both arms; crackling bone explosions came from within his body, and at the same time, the true qi within him surged like a raging sea.

Boom!

Li Donglai leaped upward, charging toward Zhao Yang. At the same time, he stamped his right foot hard on the ground. Instantly, the hard rocky ground collapsed.

Li Donglai's speed was extremely fast; in an instant, he was right before Zhao Yang, then a palm-blade cleaved through the void, chopping fiercely at Zhao Yang's neck.

Zhao Yang's mind grew sharp; he swung the long sword in his hand to block in front of Li Donglai's palm.

Ding~

The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Zhao Yang felt his Hukou go numb; he almost lost his grip on the long sword. His expression changed drastically; he immediately urged the true qi within his body to flow into the long sword.

Hum~

The long sword trembled violently; the sound of the sword's cry never ceased. At the same time, Zhao Yang swung the long sword and charged forward again.

Ding ding ding...

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yang and Li Donglai had exchanged over a dozen moves. Li Donglai grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed; the strength of the youth before him was utterly shocking. Especially after he employed a secret technique, his combat power had increased significantly.

Zhao Yang also felt great surprise; the cultivation of the enemy before him was weaker than his own, yet his combat strength was far greater.

Li Donglai felt furious and humiliated in his heart; this bastard actually dared to ambush him.