Chapter 827: Peerless Twins

Yao Yue thrust out the Dan Qing Sword in her palm, carving a dark green streak of light through mid-air.

She stood tall, in white robes and a white skirt, her posture as graceful as a painting, as if she were dancing with her sword.

But the very instant this sword was truly thrust out, it was as swift as lightning. Amidst the breathtaking sword light, a cold, murderous intent spread across the heavens and the earth; it was as if the entire world had lost its color because of this one strike.

"Very good, your attainments in swordsmanship have indeed improved rapidly," Yu Liancheng praised with a smile.

Even peerless swordsmen like Ye Gucheng or Yan Nantian would likely find this strike troublesome to face.

Yao Yue's past swordsmanship was often overly domineering and lacking in finesse. Yet this strike had no flaws or gaps; it could be called flawless and immaculate, nearly rivaling peerless sword moves like the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens or the Three Immaculate Forms. Her already extraordinary swordsmanship, bolstered by the tenth level of Mingyu Kung, possessed unimaginable power; as she thrust the sword toward Yu Liancheng, it felt as if a meteor from beyond the heavens were crashing down.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of Yu Liancheng, he could find at least Twenty-Three flaws in this nearly perfect sword move.

The gap between their martial arts was too vast, and there was simply no such thing as a truly perfect move in this world.

Of course, for Yu Liancheng, there was no need to seek out so-called flaws; he could simply suppress others with his momentum.

When the sword light was but three feet away from him, he lifted his eyelids slightly and pointed a finger, meeting the point where the sword's momentum was at its peak.

It was a light and nimble finger, yet it gave everyone the feeling of a mountain pressing down. Even Lianxing, who was watching from the side, felt a tightness in her chest, as if the air had solidified into substance. Yao Yue, facing this finger directly, felt as if space were collapsing in layers, making it difficult to breathe. Her peerless sword momentum could not help but develop a sense of stagnation. Fortunately, Yao Yue was a martial arts genius who had cultivated the aura of a peerless expert, invincible under heaven. With a long whistle and a flick of her wrist, the sword light burst forth, and her momentum grew even stronger.

Clang! After a clear, resonant sound like gold and iron clashing, Yu Liancheng remained motionless, a smile on his face. Yao Yue, however, was sent spinning backward, retreating over ten zhang. When the tips of her feet touched the ground, the floor tiles shattered with a loud crack, sending fragments flying in all directions, punching holes into the walls and rockeries—it was no less powerful than a cannon blast.

Yao Yue's pretty face turned slightly pale, and a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Even though she had guessed that Yu Liancheng would also have made great progress in his martial arts, she had expected him to be only slightly better than her.

But now, the gap between them could almost be described as a chasm. A casual, effortless finger had broken her strike at its full strength.

In just over half a year, how had this guy improved so rapidly?

Yao Yue gritted her teeth, her lithe figure darting out as the Dan Qing Sword once again enveloped Yu Liancheng. The sky-filling green sword light was cast down like a net, like the surging, endless, and continuous waters of a great river.

While executing this peerless swordsmanship, the skin and flesh of Yao Yue's left hand became transparent, revealing the tendons and bones beneath, giving her a terrifying appearance. This was a sign of pushing Mingyu Kung to its limit. She unleashed her peerless palm power in coordination with this sword technique, pouring it toward the River Boat Guest without reservation. The energy roared and swirled, pulling at the air in the entire garden like a turbulent sea. The trees rattled and swayed, leaning to and fro.

Yu Liancheng kept his left hand behind his back, his right hand pointing out casually. The surging sword light and the powerful palm momentum melted away like ice and snow before this single slender hand. Only when the faint, strange strands of energy from the clash traveled along his palm did he show a hint of being moved. This energy, upon merging into his meridians, instantly transformed into whirlpools, devouring everything, pulling his essence, Qi, and spirit into them.

The ninth level of Mingyu Kung could create whirlpools within one's own body, allowing one to cultivate without losing Internal Force and even increasing one's power. But at the tenth level, one could turn one's own True Qi into whirlpools and send them into the opponent's body to devour their essence, Qi, and spirit—this was the most terrifying power of the tenth level of Mingyu Kung. Unfortunately, against the current Yu Liancheng, it had almost no effect; with a mere thought, the whirlpools were extinguished and dissipated.

"Alright, you've played enough, it's my turn now." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his eyes shimmering with light as if a bolt of lightning had exploded, tearing through the starry sky. Using one's eyes as a sword was the highest form of martial art, even in high-martial worlds like "Wind and Cloud" or "Snow Sword Stride." How could Yao Yue possibly resist such an intangible, formless attack?

Boom!!

The next moment, Yao Yue felt as if her mind had been struck by lightning. Her spirit scattered in an instant, her vision turned white, and her delicate body stumbled back repeatedly. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she nearly dropped the Dan Qing Sword.

"This... what kind of martial art is this..."

A single glance had wounded her.

Even though Yao Yue was proud and conceited, she was hit hard by this.

Seeing the smiling Yu Liancheng, her overflowing fighting spirit was extinguished, and she felt a sense of despondency.

"Sister, are you alright?" Lianxing flew over, gently supporting Yao Yue's jade arm, her face full of worry.

"Don't you worry about me." Yao Yue flicked her sleeve, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yu Liancheng, and she slowly spat out a sentence through gritted teeth: "What... what level has your martial arts reached?"

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Just a little bit higher than yours."

Yao Yue gritted her teeth, gripped the Dan Qing Sword, and once again condensed a whirlpool within her body. The surrounding air was pulled toward her, and this martial arts supreme once again ignited her fighting spirit: "No matter what, I must see your true strength." Although she had lost, not even seeing the gap between them was the true despair.

"You won't want to see it," Yu Liancheng sighed: "Because it is truly discouraging."

The next moment, his aura was fully released.

Boom!!

The entire world seemed to shake, like a lone boat in the middle of the ocean.

It was as if a presence surpassing God and Demon had suddenly appeared in the world. He stood at the pinnacle of humanity, overlooking the four corners of the universe and all phenomena of the human world. The sun and moon became his silhouette, and with a turn of his hand, it seemed he could invert the heavens and the earth, the yin and the yang.

Under this immense pressure, the palace maids of Yihua Palace felt a great sense of fear in their hearts, and the many rare and exotic beasts scurried about like headless flies. Even peerless experts like Yao Yue and Lianxing felt themselves turn into specks of dust, their souls trembling, their minds filled with fear, their very sense of existence infinitely suppressed.

As the human heart and the will of heaven connected, the wind and clouds surged in an instant. Dark clouds gathered for dozens of miles, and lightning and thunder brewed, intertwining in a scene of apocalypse.

Boom!!

The next moment, the wind died down and the clouds dispersed.

As Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, everything returned to normal.

"Alright, if you lose, you must admit it. Prepare to be a maid."

Yu Liancheng beckoned, and Yao Yue was pulled into his arms, her delicate body still stiff from terror.

Before Yao Yue could recover, Yu Liancheng also wrapped his arm around Lianxing's slender waist—one in each hand, very reasonable. He kissed Lianxing on her slightly pale cheek and laughed: "Wife, the chambermaid has returned. It is late, we should rest."