Chen Jiuyang looked at Ming Huatong, his eyes calm, and said,
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
Ming Huatong had tried to turn his Pure Yang essence blood into a cauldron for him twice, and a trace of cold killing intent was mixed in his words.
Ming Huatong's smile stiffened for a moment, then he said, "Xuan Yang Hou, if you want to kill this Saintess, your skills are probably not enough."
"Is that so?" Chen Jiuyang lightly patted the saber at his waist, his expression composed, with an unparalleled confidence between his brows, saying,
"Then you'll have to try?"
He had now completely stepped onto the path of invincible divine abilities, and ordinary Earth realm martial artists were no match for his saber.
Ming Huatong, such a seductive woman, although she came from an evil cult like the Lotus Sect, her strength was enough to contend with Gong Liexian for so long, indicating that her strength was by no means ordinary. The last time he met her in Ziyang County, Ming Huatong was severely injured and her strength was not even thirty percent.
Though the treasure saber was sharp, it was hidden in its sheath; who knew its edge?
Seeing Chen Jiuyang looking as if he was really going to make a move, Ming Huatong's heart tightened. She forced herself to stay calm and snorted, "You heartless man, this Saintess is such a gem, and you're unwilling to have me even if I throw myself at you. Is your heart made of iron?"
Chen Jiuyang smiled gently and said, "If true friends come, I will naturally treat them with good wine and good food. But you covet my martial essence blood; do you expect me to hand it over willingly?"
"Miss Ming, please don't say such jokes anymore, or I'll really have to act."
Ming Huatong's heart pounded, and her brow felt a slight pain, as if her life was in danger. Her eyelids twitched. It hadn't been long since she last saw Chen Jiuyang, and she had never felt this way before. But now, Chen Jiuyang brought her a sense of mortal danger.
What did this mean? It meant that Chen Jiuyang's martial arts had progressed further in such a short time, and his strength had not just increased a little.
Ming Huatong quickly changed the subject and said, "Are you so confident that you can kill your way to Longjing alone?"
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, "My path, I will naturally carve out myself. Whoever blocks me will die. I'd rather see how many people come to their deaths."
His plain words were laced with a hint of dominance, and Ming Huatong's eyes trembled.
Ming Huatong said no more, but turned and left.
After Ming Huatong left, Chen Jiuyang wandered around the city and then checked into a hotel to rest.
He lay alone on the bed and fell asleep.
The cold wind howled, hitting the window and making faint creaking sounds.
Suddenly, the cold wind became more fierce.
Chen Jiuyang, who was asleep, slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and looked out the window.
The next moment.
"Boom—"
A black steel spear, imbued with fierce true qi, shot into the room Chen Jiuyang was staying in.
"Rumble!"
The true qi exploded, instantly turning the entire room into ruins.
Chen Jiuyang caught the black spear with one hand. The force was immense; if he hadn't caught it just now, the consequence would not have been just the room's furnishings turning into ruins, but the entire hotel building would have collapsed.
"Whoosh!"
The howling wind and snow immediately surged into the room where Chen Jiuyang was. Chen Jiuyang looked up and saw a burly figure in black standing on a hillside two hundred meters away.
Their eyes met. The other party beckoned to Chen Jiuyang, making a provocative gesture, and then turned to leave.
To be able to throw this spear from two hundred meters away with such immense power, he must be a master of the spear.
The South practiced methods, and the North focused on military affairs; this had been a saying since ancient times.
Yang Zhengxiong before was skilled with the bow.
Now, another spear master had appeared.
"You've made quite a move, but you dare to provoke me in a civilian city. Do you really think this Marquis wouldn't dare to kill you?" Chen Jiuyang's eyes turned cold, and then he grabbed his Yan Sheng saber and leaped out from upstairs, chasing after the black figure.
Someone had blocked his path during the day, and now a spear master came to provoke him at night, trying to disturb his mind, or perhaps to wear him down and exhaust his energy, engaging in a war of attrition, intending to wear him down to death.
"It's impolite not to reciprocate. You'd better keep your spear to yourself." Chen Jiuyang chased for hundreds of meters, saw the black figure again, then stood still, his legs slightly lowered into a stance. He clenched the black spear in his right hand and then threw it with all his might. A piercing sonic boom suddenly erupted.
"Swoosh—"
The black spear shot out from Chen Jiuyang's hand, hurtling towards the black figure. The distance was three hundred meters.
"Hmm?"
The person who had thrown the black spear earlier was guiding Chen Jiuyang out of the city. As he ran, his scalp suddenly tingled, and he felt a prickling sensation on his back. He couldn't help but look back, only to see the black spear he had thrown earlier now carrying even more powerful and domineering force and true qi, stabbing towards his figure.
"Interesting."
This spear master was not afraid at all. He removed the two-meter-long silver spear from his back, brandished it with a few swift movements, and then thrust it forward forcefully. The tip of this spear collided precisely with the tip of the black spear thrown by Chen Jiuyang.
"Clang!"
"Ch—"
The black spear was split by this spear master, falling to the ground nearby.
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However, a look of solemnity appeared in the spear master's eyes: "This Xuan Yang Hou has been practicing martial arts for less than a year. Even with a natural Dao foundation, why is his strength so great?"
"According to the information, Xuan Yang Hou practices Southern martial arts, and also dabbles in the military's body refinement?"
At a distance of three hundred meters, although he blocked Chen Jiuyang's spear, the hand holding the spear felt somewhat numb, and his internal qi and blood were slightly chaotic.
However, in just two or three more breaths, Chen Jiuyang had already arrived within ten meters of him with his saber.
"That spear just now was good. Its momentum could alert me and give me enough time to react and make a choice," Chen Jiuyang said slowly. "A spear master like you would never be unknown in the martial arts world. State your name?"
"Feng Xiangming of Liaodong." the spear master stated his name.
"Feng Xiangming..." Chen Jiuyang repeated his name. "Your name is good, and your spear is good. It must have taken decades to cultivate this spear skill. Why do you come here to seek your own death?"
"Xuan Yang Hou, between you and me, it's not yet decided whether it's life or death." Feng Xiangming gently shook the silver spear in his hand, and a spear's hum sounded.
A master trained by a family specializing in the spear.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Good. If that's the case, this Marquis will give you a chance to strike."
He had not witnessed the Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Spear of Prince Yan, the second prince of Long Country, nor had he sparred with Gong Liexian. He didn't know how powerful the spear art truly was.
"Xuan Yang Hou, you are very strong and very talented, but you are too careless. Since you let me strike first, then let me send you on your way."
As Feng Xiangming's voice fell, a chilling light erupted from the tip of the silver spear in his hand. Then, the spear moved like a dragon, with a vast momentum, stabbing towards Chen Jiuyang!