Chapter 276: Yin Yang Ghost Child, A Single Blade Strike

Near the Eastern Depot, there were countless martial artists who had come to watch the battle, whispering to one another and discussing the possibilities of this fight.

And when Yu Liancheng's voice came from ten zhang in the air, everyone looked up upon hearing it, gazing toward the sky, and were immediately captivated by Yu Liancheng's Heavenly Human-like bearing.

In an instant, all noise and clamor vanished; one could hear a pin drop.

In the eyes of the crowd, Yu Liancheng seemed to be stepping on invisible stairs, descending from the void step by step.

And with every step he took downward, the crowd could feel that immense Qi even more.

When Yu Liancheng was but a zhang from the ground, the invisible Qi had already swept over like a deluge, and a powerful presence instantly filled every inch of space.

It was as if a Divine Mountain shaped like a sword were descending, carrying infinite divine might, shaking the heart and soul of every person present.

In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored.

Under this immense pressure, everyone felt themselves shrinking infinitely, as if they had turned into a tiny, insignificant speck of dust.

The moment Yu Liancheng landed, that Qi slowly dissipated, but many were already drenched in cold sweat, and the looks they cast toward Yu Liancheng seemed to carry infinite respect and fear.

It was as if they were looking at a deity.

A deity representing ominousness and death.

Clatter! Clatter!

A moment later, Eastern Depot agents emerged from the windows, eaves, and gates on both sides, drawing bows and nocking arrows, aiming at Yu Liancheng.

"Fire!"

Following the Third Rank Head's command, the bowstrings hummed, the sound of wind being torn apart by arrows was incessant, and one arrow after another pierced the sky, dense and thick, covering Yu Liancheng like a dark cloud.

Were it an ordinary person, they would have been shot into a hedgehog in an instant.

But with Yu Liancheng's lightness skill, avoiding them was not difficult.

Yet at this very moment, two muffled thuds of "bang" and "bang" were heard; two hands had already emerged from the ground, grabbing Yu Liancheng's legs and preventing him from deploying his movement technique.

The next moment, an endless rain of arrows poured down.

Facing this sky-filling rain of arrows, Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; his black sleeves fluttered like clouds hanging from the sky, yet they whipped up a vortex of airflow, sucking the clusters of incoming arrows into it and freezing them in mid-air, forming a sphere composed of countless arrows.

Before the agents could organize a second round of attacks, Yu Liancheng flicked his hands, and the sphere instantly exploded, the arrows reflecting back at an even faster speed.

In an instant, screams followed one after another; the agents were struck by their own arrows and fell from the air one after another. Even those who were not hit were so frightened that their limbs went weak, and they lost control of their bladders.

The next moment, Yu Liancheng flipped his palm, and an invisible palm force blasted toward his feet.

Bang!

Soil flew, and a short figure darted out from the dirt.

One could see this person had a long beard on his chin, wrinkles piled at the corners of his eyes, and a wretched appearance, yet his stature was as short as a child's; he was clearly a dwarf. However, his hands and feet were extremely well-proportioned, and he would never give one a ridiculous feeling.

This person was dressed as a Dongying Martial Warrior, and because he had been shaken out of the ground by Yu Liancheng, his complexion appeared somewhat pale. While still in mid-air, a shuriken had already been fired like a cold star.

This shuriken had only just approached within three feet of Yu Liancheng when it seemed to strike an invisible wall, falling to the ground one after another.

As for the dwarf, he flipped his body, fell, and dove headfirst into the soil.

"It's the Yin Yang Ghost Child!"

"He didn't die, and he even became a running dog for the Eastern Depot."

Someone had already called out the newcomer's identity.

This person was a ninja from Dongying, especially skilled in the Iga Shield Technique, hidden weapons, and the Yinyang Twin Swords.

He had once committed over a dozen bloody crimes in the Central Plains and was pursued by over a dozen righteous experts; he had long since vanished for many years, and everyone in the Edo thought he had exhausted his evil deeds, yet they did not expect he had long since defected to Cao Zhengchun.

At this moment, once he escaped into the ground, the Yin Yang Ghost Child immediately lost all traces.

This person's escape techniques and ninjutsu were quite extraordinary. He had once hidden in the snow for three days and three nights to assassinate a sect leader, finally landing a fatal blow.

Yu Liancheng had intended to deal with this Gui Tongzi while he was at it, but suddenly frowned and looked at Guihai Yidao: "You want to make a move on me, want to test your blade technique?"

Guihai Yidao said coldly: "Correct."

Yu Liancheng laughed and said: "Since that is the case, then what are you waiting for?!"

"Good!"

The moment the words fell, Guihai Yidao leaped into the air, holding his long blade high toward the sky, and slashed down suddenly. The blade light tore through the sky like a falling galaxy, filled with an even more chilling and heartless Qi.

One slash was unleashed, tearing through wind and clouds.

No matter who stood before him, he would slay them with one blade.

At this moment, he was almost no longer human, but a Demon blade that killed without mercy.

Yu Liancheng stood composed, a trace of Jinguang flashing in his deep eyes. A slender hand suddenly reached out from his robe sleeve, and two fingers pinched lightly.

With a "clang," Guihai Yidao's slash—which was heartless, righteous-less, and cut off both God and the Juedi—was caught between his two fingers.

An expression of disbelief appeared on Guihai Yidao's face, and he said: "How is this possible?"

He asked himself if he had recovered the state of mind he had at Jueqing Shanzhuang and could fully unleash the power of the "Wuqing Slash," yet he was still not a match for the opponent in a single exchange.

Yu Liancheng seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said: "Are you truly heartless and righteous-less?"

Guihai Yidao gritted his teeth and said: "Of course."

"Heh, is that so?" Yu Liancheng's pale golden eyes suddenly met Guihai Yidao's.

In an instant, Guihai Yidao felt illusions rising one after another; every scene involving Shangguan Haitang surfaced before his eyes, threatening to turn his tempered steel into soft silk.

"Don't say you have feelings in your heart; even if the Tyrant Blade himself were to perform this Wuqing Slash, he could do nothing to me." Yu Liancheng's fingers trembled, sending out a surge of force, and Guihai Yidao could not hold onto the long blade in his hand, stumbling backward.

Bang!

Yu Liancheng suddenly stomped his foot, and the ground beneath him instantly collapsed inch by inch, spreading out in all directions.

At the same time, a cold light flashed, and a short figure flipped out from the ground, holding twin swords, the swords divided into Yin and Yang, stabbing toward him—who else could it be but the Yin Yang Ghost Child.

The Gui Tongzi had originally wanted to ambush Yu Liancheng, but did not expect to be forced out by the opponent's stomp; now he could only take a desperate risk, attempting to kill the opponent in one blow.

"To hurt me, at least a blade technique like this is required."

Yu Liancheng slashed down with a blade.

The blade light was but a faint line.

Yet it was brilliant and magnificent.

It was like the morning sun, and also like the setting sun.

And the killing intent contained within the blade light seemed as if it could freeze all things.

Whoever faced this blade, there should only be one outcome, a very simple outcome.

—Death.

The Yin Yang Ghost Child's body faltered, and then he fell from the air.

In the instant he fell, his entire body split into two halves; the left half fell to the left, the right half fell to the right, and blood gushed out from the middle like a fountain.

"If you want to learn this move, go to the Heaven Beyond Heaven main altar and find your master!"

Yu Liancheng turned and walked toward the Eastern Depot, casually tossing the blade away; the blade traced a bright arc in the air and inserted itself with unerring precision into the scabbard in Guihai Yidao's palm.

Guihai Yidao stood stunned for a long while, as if savoring that line of blade light.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, strode forward with large steps, and walked toward the other end of the long street with a sense of determination.

Since the Hegemon Blade could find the "God" within the blade.

Then why couldn't he?

He had already resolved not to learn others' techniques, but to create a killing move that belonged only to himself.