Volume 2: The Human World, Chapter 92: At the Nine Floors

Ten years apart, and your words are still so direct. Your temper seems to be exactly the same as before.

The originally smiling face of the Ling Chen Immortal suddenly froze upon hearing those words. The forced smile on his face faded, leaving only cold killing intent.

"But a bad temper harms the body. I wonder how many punches a mere mortal who still likes to spout big words can throw after ten years? And how many talismans can he withstand from me now?"

A dark purple light wave rose slowly from beneath his feet, surging and spreading outward, instantly covering a hundred zhang in all directions.

The old beggar laughed heartily, his body that had been like a deep pool and towering mountain tilting forward and taking another step. At that moment, his frail and aged body appeared incomparably majestic and immense in the eyes of all.

One step forward, like a mountain collapsing.

The sound of the step was like thunder, azure gang qi surging out, lifting the accumulated snow in the field into the sky, shattering half of the dark purple light halo near them, and even more surging snow waves rushing towards Yi Er in the front.

Ling Chen Immortal also took another step forward. The remaining half of the dark purple light halo expanded again, colliding with the incoming snow waves and exploding into a sky full of snow dust, turning the originally clear field into a chaotic mess again.

His gloomy and ruthless voice rang clearly in everyone's ears through the wind and snow.

"Liu Yifu, ten years ago in Yangjing, I lost slightly to you. Today I have entered the Tong Yuan Great Realm and will chop off your decayed body to purify my Dao heart."

"Haha, what is the so-called slight loss? In the end, you were a defeated general whose hand was cut off by me with a sword at the Vermilion Bird Sect back then. Come, let this old man's fists test you again, this human bug who sucked the blood of ten years of commoners in Beihai Commandery to exchange for the so-called Tong Yuan Great Realm."

The old beggar laughed with a bit of frenzied heroic laughter, the sound exploding like thunder in the violent storm.

The qi machines of the two sides that were still confronting each other exploded in an instant. Ling Chen Immortal and the old beggar, in the chaos of wind and snow and smoke dust, were like two angry dragons wrapped in a tornado-like wind and snow rushing into the sky.

Meanwhile, the originally stopped green-shirted sword guest Yi Er took another step. The wooden box in the hand of the wooden-natured man behind him had already disappeared, but he still had his head lowered, hands tucked in his sleeves, closely following behind Yi Er, seemingly unassuming. But in Ye Ming Ke's perception, it was like a great river flowing deep and slowly surging towards him.

Ye Ming Ke, who had neither martial dao cultivation nor immortal dao cultivation, almost couldn't breathe in the collision of qi machines. The oppressive pressure of the two cultivators advancing in sync was so strong that he needed to use all his strength just to not be overwhelmed.

Just as his vision was turning black and he could no longer hold on, a figure that was not particularly tall and even somewhat thin blocked in front of him, resisting all the oncoming pressure.

Ye Ming Ke, like a drowning person finally surfacing, finally took a breath. He took a long deep breath, large amounts of fresh air rushing into his body, and the lost strength returned to his body once more.

"Clang"

Before he could raise his head, Ye Ming Ke saw that thin figure blocking in front of him turn around, remove the heavy iron sword from behind her, and thrust it heavily in front of him, shaking the accumulated snow around.

"Pick it up."

A clear yet gentle voice said softly to Ye Ming Ke.

Ye Ming Ke raised his head and saw that face after the messy hair, a gentle and beautiful face weathered by wind and frost, and a pair of moist eyes that carried hidden restraint, strength, compassion, and other complex lights, in ink color.

How could there be such a soft and warm yet so strong and stubborn gaze and girl in this world?

That pair of moist eyes gazing at Ye Ming Ke's blood-red pupils, the woman who put down the heavy sword looking at him with a sorrowful and complex expression.

"Grasp it, live."

"If you are the right person, you should be able to live."

"Live."

Those eyes gazing at him, carrying the warmest and cleanest wishes and blessings.

After that, this woman without the heavy sword, empty-handed, turned around, her gaze crossing over the green-shirted sword guest, locking onto the wooden-natured man Yi Yi behind him.

She gently clenched her fist, gazing at the originally gentle eyes in front, suddenly sharp as swords. The slender fingers gripping the fist flowed with azure gang qi, emitting faint rumbling sounds like distant thunder.

The wooden-natured man who had been lowering his head also slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of dim and restrained eyes. The gazes of the two pairs of eyes met, their qi machines opposed, their pressures collided.

The green-shirted sword guest who was originally blocking between the two subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the woman had already stepped out, one punch breaking through the wind and snow, spanning ten zhang distance and smashing towards the wooden-natured man.

Although Yi Er had already flashed earlier, he still couldn't dodge in time and was swept away by that fierce gang qi and qi machine, a mouthful of blood spraying out uncontrollably.

The woman with messy hair's fist arrived in front of Yi Yi, this wooden-natured man in coarse clothes reached out like wrapping, forming a hand frame to block the fist with azure gang qi in front, and a faint golden light halo expanded from under his feet, spreading across his entire body.

"Clang"

A hazy sound of a bronze bell ringing echoed in the wind and snow.

The fist that broke through the sky-full wind and snow and came swiftly hit Yi Yi, who had faint golden light in his eyes, actually making a loud sound like hitting a bronze bell.

The wind and snow within ten zhang around the two sides that were on the verge of a fight surged outward like flying blades.

The woman gripped her fist standing at the original location of Yi Yi, while Yi Yi was smashed back twenty zhang by that punch.

"Innate Martial Dao First Layer, Three Passes Nine Apertures, Twelve Heavy Towers, you have already reached the seventh. Even placed in the Yangjing Sword Offering ten years ago, you were one of the top experts."

"Martial dao cultivation is difficult for women. When did the human realm produce such a female martial god?"

Yi Yi, who was sent back twenty zhang by a punch, seemed not to care about the outcome of that punch, instead lifting his ordinary and restrained eyes and slowly saying to the distant woman.

"I don't count as a female martial god. If there really is a divine being in the human realm who seals the martial dao, there wouldn't be any room left for you cultivators who feed on the sustenance of mortals."

The woman's eyes looking back at Yi Yi's gaze, gently clenched her fist again, azure gang qi erupting from her body, the wind and snow avoiding it.

"You are in the Wheel Sea Realm. Legend says the end of martial dao can at most be comparable to the true initial realm of immortal dao, the Wheel Sea. I want to try, kill you."

Her voice was neither slow nor fast, calm and gentle like her moist eyes, yet carrying iron-like determination.

"You can try. Although I don't know why I always feel you are very dangerous? But even if it's like this, it's only the sixth layer of Innate, probably a bit difficult."

Yi Yi's seemingly wooden face gave a faint smile, not paying too much attention to the woman's killing intent and words, instead continuing to ask with leisure.

"But I am more curious about."

"Is the divine being who reaches the pinnacle of martial dao not a divine being? What is the difference with immortals? Or do you still believe in that Human Emperor prophecy that is actually just a legend?"

"Is the Human Emperor really protecting mortals? Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous?"

The golden light on Yi Yi's body became more dense, and in the golden light, he turned his head to look at the woman's eyes hidden behind the messy hair, his eyes carrying a bit of curiosity, a bit of teasing.

"Of course different. How can martial gods and Human Emperors be compared with you human insects?"

The woman was not affected at all by Yi Yi's words that hurt the heart, her waist slightly bent, deeply exhaling, her gently gripped right hand again making a muffled sound like thunder, the wind and snow around her body surging, creating ripples expanding outward.

The woman's second punch, stepping out two steps, spanning twenty zhang of wind and snow, heavily smashed on Yi Yi's whole body golden light and the hand frame raised again.

"Clang"

Like a bronze bell being struck, the buzzing sound echoed again in the wind and snow.

"Martial Dao Eighth Layer."

Yi Yi let out a light cry of surprise in the wind and snow.

This time Yi Yi was smashed and broke through the wind and snow, retreating thirty zhang.

And this time the woman who gently clenched her fist again without stopping, took three steps. Spanning thirty zhang of wind and snow, this time swinging her fist heavily smashing on Yi Yi's face covered by dense golden light.

Yi Yi's seemingly wooden face severely deformed and twisted in the golden light, but no blood overflowed, only his figure retreating backward again, this time forced out forty zhang by the huge force.

His figure just stabilized. Taking four steps, the momentum on his body increasing section by section, the woman already crossed the wind and snow again, swinging her fist heavily smashing on his golden light.

"Clang"

"Crack"

The golden light on Yi Yi's body was smashed and shattered into countless golden light shards by that fierce punch.

This time, he retreated fifty zang in a hurry.

"Martial Dao Ninth Layer."

Yi Yi's originally wooden and plain face gradually twisted and changed, turning into a ferocious smile with crazy colors.

"Twelve Heavy Towers is only a legend. The Innate Great Perfection that people have always said is martial dao ninth layer, it seems you indeed have the strength to threaten the Wheel Sea."

The woman who shattered his golden light did not pursue the victory, but stood at the place where Yi Yi had been standing, separated by fifty zhang of wind and snow, looking at the opponent from afar.

"Why are you only blocking? Are you delaying time? Why?"

The woman looked at him and asked faintly.

"Haha, you saw through it. Because I feel I have no need to fight with you. From the beginning, I have already smelled the dangerous scent from your body. Sure enough, without the heavy sword on your back, your strength hasn't decreased, but is much more terrifying than when you had the heavy sword."

"But why should I fight with you?"

His face like an ordinary human man showed a bit of cunning, completely different from his usual woodenness.

He glanced at the distant wind and snow, then pointed at the two dragon whirlwinds intertwined in the air, and said faintly.

"Reaching the Dao Pinnacle confronting a Human Emperor physique who hasn't yet cultivated martial dao."

"Tong Yuan Great Realm confronting a martial artist in the mortal world, the Wheel Sea is already an insurmountable barrier for martial dao in the human realm, not to mention Tong Yuan Great Realm."

"This is a long chain of interlocking links, I only need to wait for the most vulnerable link among you to shatter. Why take the risk to fight with you?"

"Fortunately, my train of thought is similar to yours. So I hit you one hundred thirty zhang away."

The woman faintly raised her eyes, her moist eyes quietly looking at him.