Chapter 1771: I Will Not Give You This Chance

He let out a ferocious roar, and the true qi within his body surged once more; a terrifying aura erupted from him, instantly blowing the air around him into a fierce howl.

Zhao Yang felt a heavy sense of unease rise in his heart; he immediately circulated his primal energy and exploded backward, narrowly dodging Li Donglai's attack.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, Li Donglai's strike unleashed a terrifying primal energy storm; the fallen leaves on the ground were instantly swept up, forming whirlwinds.

Zhao Yang's figure wavered precariously within that terrifying primal energy storm, as if he would be blown away by the gale in the next instant.

"Brat, die!" Li Donglai's killing intent boiled within him; the fact that this strike had not killed Zhao Yang left him somewhat astonished.

Zhao Yang's heart grew cold; Li Donglai's strength was even greater than he had imagined. Yet, he showed no fear; he had already decided to fight the other to the end.

"Qingyun Sword Art—Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears!" Zhao Yang let out a ferocious roar; the long sword in his hand erupted with brilliant blue-green light, instantly slicing through the void and striking at Li Donglai.

"What? Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears?" Li Donglai's eyes narrowed; he knew this move, Clouds Scatter, Wind Clears. It was a martial technique that only cultivators at the Sinew-Cultivation realm of the Qingyun Sect could practice, a sword art that concentrates all true qi and primal power into a single point at the sword's tip to explode outward.

Although such a sword art consumes very little true qi, hitting an enemy with it is extremely difficult. However, once it strikes an enemy, the damage inflicted will be fatal.

"Not good!" Li Donglai realized something and cried out in alarm.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Zhao Yang's sword qi instantly sliced through space, emitting a terrifying sound. Li Donglai felt a chill run over his body; in the next instant, several blood marks appeared on him.

"Ah!" Li Donglai let out a scream of agony and exploded backward. At the same time, the true qi within his body surged wildly, forming layers of qi walls to protect himself.

Zhao Yang did not pursue; he knew his strength was indeed inferior to the other's. That previous attack had already consumed most of his true qi and primal energy.

"Brat, I will not give you a chance." Li Donglai felt anger and humiliation in his heart; this bastard dared to injure him.

He let out a ferocious roar, his figure instantly charging forward, while the great blade in his hand was raised high above his head and brought down with a vicious chop.

Zhao Yang's heart grew cold; he knew that if this blade landed solidly, he would surely die a miserable death on the spot. Without hesitation, he activated the true qi within his body, forcing it to flow upward against the veins.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, Zhao Yang felt a tremendous noise reverberate within his body; then his body was blasted away like a cannonball.

Pfft!

Zhao Yang spat out a huge mouthful of blood, staining his pristine white robes red. His figure flipped in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Immediately, a wave of dizziness swept through his mind, and his internal organs felt as if they had shifted, causing unbearable pain. Zhao Yang knew his internal organs had been shaken and injured.

"Damn it." Zhao Yang silently cried out that things were dire; in this state, he was no match for the other.

"Brat, just accept your fate!" Li Donglai walked step by step toward Zhao Yang, while the great blade in his hand was raised high.