Chapter 182: They Are Old Acquaintances

"Do you have the qualifications to bargain with this venerable one?"

"Yang Jun's right hand was seized, suppressed by Yu Mingyue; in an instant, a surge of pain and the feeling of being fully restrained flooded his whole body."

"At that moment, Yang Jun felt only the tremendous pressure he would have to bear when facing it."

"Master!"

"Seeing this, Mo Qingyan felt apprehensive; her eyes were filled entirely with fear."

"She wanted to step forward, but the overwhelming aura emanating from Yu Mingyue shook Mo Qingyan so much she could not restrain herself."

"Master, please just let him go."

"Mo Qingyan pleaded, but she was helpless and powerless."

"Yang Jun clearly saw the disciple's intention, but he was only deceiving him, yet he still came forward holding the holy sword."

"Based on this alone, one should know he is sincere."

"Seeing this, Leng Qingyue instinctively spoke again, uttering a plea."

"Master, please..."

"Lin Qingyue was bound; at that moment her voice was weak, tinged with sobs."

"Faced with this situation, she was even more at a loss."

"Especially under these present circumstances, her inner guilt and unease also rose."

"It seemed that, at first, she had been facing Yang Jun, but now that this matter had come to this point, she suddenly found herself at a loss."

"Let him go? You seem to be thinking too much."

"Originally, I only wanted to give him a lesson, but now this venerable one must kill him."

"Yang Jun, you stole the holy sword and secretly learned the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique."

"So, you now have only death."

"Yu Mingyue coldly rebuked, wearing a look of disdain."

"No!"

"Master, please let him go; this is truly the disciple's wish."

"It was the disciple who leaked all this to him."

"Leng Qingyue pleaded bitterly, doing her utmost to exonerate Yang Jun."

"In this matter, Leng Qingyue was even more at a loss at this moment."

"Master, please don't."

"Mo Qingyan took a deep breath, facing this matter, she boldly wanted to step forward, perhaps able to use the possibility of retrieving spilled water to let Yang Jun ease a bit, to resolve the predicament before them."

"But the current situation had already left her completely at a loss."

"She had just taken a step when, at that moment, a loud boom sounded, and Yu Mingyue's body erupted with a powerful aura."

"At that moment, Mo Qingyan retreated several steps, her body swaying; with a muffled groan she spat out a mouthful of blood."

"At Yu Mingyue's level, anyone around her who wanted to oppose her seemed to have little chance left."

"Her own formidable deterrent power needed only a slight release to create an overwhelming pressure that left others unable to bear it, forcing them to retreat and lower their heads."

"Leng Qingyue had been pleading bitterly all along; at this moment she felt the powerful aura emanating from her own master."

"From it, she sensed killing intent."

"Extremely uneasy, she hastily reached out to grasp Yu Mingyue's hand, hoping to let Yang Jun leave."

"But the moment Leng Qingyue's hand touched Yu Mingyue's arm, it suffered a tremendous, unmatched force that rebounded, hurling her backward and slamming her hard to the ground."

"Yu Mingyue's face was icy cold; she casually glanced at the people before her, extending her right hand as if to crush Yang Jun's neck."

"But just as she was about to make that move, suddenly a powerful aura surged, instantly changing Yu Mingyue's expression."

"She let out a cold snort; at that moment wind arose from nowhere, and in that instant the wind stirred the leaves, countless fallen leaves swirling forward to form a defensive line before her."

"Next, a clanking sound rang out."

"A streak of invisible sword qi struck the defensive layer formed by those leaves."

"When the sword qi collided with the leaves, in that instant the sword qi turned intangible, the leaves shattered and transformed into dancing butterflies."

"However, the intangible sword qi, after being blocked, seemed to suffer slight fragmentation."

"Yet this sword qi still surged forward toward the front, directly charging ahead."

"Yu Mingyue happened to be exactly the target of this sword qi."

"Although Yu Mingyue was already putting up strong resistance, this power arrived quite suddenly."

"In that instant, the sword qi flew past, cleanly cutting off a strand of Yu Mingyue's hair."

"The hair fell, sliding along the tip of Yang Jun's nose."

"Yu Mingyue widened her eyes and let out an angry roar."

"Yang Ye!"

"This shout shattered the remaining sword qi."

"Ten years without seeing you, your cultivation seems to have remained at the level of your final battle ten years ago."

"A booming voice came; under the moonlight, a burly figure appeared, slowly walking this way."

"You're no different!"

"Yu Mingyue let out a cold snort, her face full of displeasure."

"Yang Ye walked over, coldly eyeing Yu Mingyue before him."

"Can you now defeat ten ninth‑grade martial masters?"

"In Yang Ye's voice, mighty unmatched aura seeped out gradually from his body."

"In an instant, around Yang Ye, sand and stones flew, stirring up endless waves."

Yu Mingyue snorted coldly, tapped her toes lightly, and her figure leapt into the air.

For a moment she hovered in midair; her aura, carrying strong power, surged forth.

Instantly, it countered the power Yang Jun had released.

The two auras then collided.

The aura was soundless, but after such a collision it also produced an even greater power.

A surge of aura, the powers clashing, was like a great storm.

Yang Jun was at the very center, yet he did not suffer any greater harm.

However, at this moment he felt those storms sweep past his face.

Perhaps, simply because he was at the exact center, the power generated then was too strong; after it burst forth, he could no longer hear any other sounds.

But he could see, before his eyes, the current state of Leng Qingyue and Mo Qingyan.

Both of them were likewise enduring this powerful airflow fluctuation.

At this moment, the two were shaken by this aura and retreated step by step.

Moreover, their clothing was also pulled straight back along with it.

Lin Qingyue, meanwhile, was supported by someone and retreated to the edge of the battlefield at this time.

Looking at this person, Yang Jun understood that he too must be a disciple of the Haotian Sect.

Now it seems that the Haotian Sect indeed has plenty of talent.

But he also did not expect that his own father would actually be an old acquaintance of Yu Mingyue.

But it seems that their way of interacting, this old acquaintance, is not exactly a good thing; if they truly had some connection, they would not have fought to the death upon first meeting.