Chapter 768: Kill

Ye Mo smiled, flicking his sword. “I didn’t expect to meet a second true Great Heaven Master. This implies Kun Qian and Ci Hang Jing Mosque also have them.”

The man, previously contemptuous, now shook, staring at Ye Mo in disbelief. After a long pause, he asked, “You’re so young, yet you know the Great Heaven secret?”

This was a secret withheld from most ancient martial artists, revealed only after reaching the peak Heaven stage. Ye Mo's casual mention suggested he, too, was a Great Heaven Master.

Ye Mo ignored the question. “Do you know Li Cheng?”

“Li Cheng? Vaguely,” the man replied, then remembering his purpose, added, “Even knowing the Great Heaven secret, you die today!”

His longsword blurred into a flurry of strikes. Ye Mo, not considering him a serious opponent, raised his fist, meeting the sword shadows.

Thud! Both men stepped back. Ye Mo judged the man stronger than Li Cheng, but still weaker than himself.

“You intercepted my sword flurry? Impressive. Witness eighty percent of my power!”

The man attacked again, this time with inch-long sword rays emanating from his blade. Ye Mo nodded; the man’s inner qi was potent, capable of generating such rays.

Ye Mo scoffed. “Old fart, keep boasting; you’ll blow yourself up!”

Sword rays pierced toward Ye Mo. More followed, each imbued with killing intent.

Ye Mo knew continued exposure would be fatal. This sword technique was powerful; if he could comprehend it via the Three Birth Chant, he could adapt it and enhance his own combat prowess. His cultivation essence and spirit sense were strong, but his combat skills were rudimentary, effective only within his current realm.

His flying sword, while lethal against weaker foes, was easily controlled by those of equal or greater strength.

The man's sword technique ignited Ye Mo's ambition. He needed it, meaning he had to kill the man. He suspected the technique wasn't the man's creation but rather gleaned from some cultivation cave.

More sword rays flew. Ye Mo sneered, expanding his flying sword to the size of a door. This colossal blade created a cultivation essence whirlpool, drawing in all the sword rays.

A cacophony of explosions and metal clashes erupted as residual cultivation essence and sword rays scattered, shattering rocks and leaves.

Ye Mo breathed easily. This worked only because the man lacked mastery. Full control, like Ye Mo had over his own sword, would render this counter ineffective.

The man, taken aback by the thwarted attack, showed a clear lack of combat experience. Instead of pressing his advantage, he retreated defensively.

Ye Mo, battle-hardened, seized the opening. He kept his flying sword in motion, sending it toward the man while simultaneously punching.

The man, recognizing his error, hastily erected an inner qi wall. Ye Mo, undeterred, directed his flying sword upward, then unleashed his punch.

Ye Mo’s punch shattered the inner qi wall. Before the man could react, the flying sword descended, piercing his shoulders.

The man’s sword snapped. He felt fear as the realization struck him: Ye Mo’s telepathic sword control.

Defeated, the man shattered his longsword into projectiles aimed at Ye Mo, hoping for a reprieve to escape on his Blue Condor. He fled without verifying the attack's success.

“Ye Mo, I’ll have my revenge! Or I’m not human!” he shouted from the air.

Ye Mo's flying sword created another cultivation essence whirlpool, neutralizing the shards. He then pursued the man.

The man, patching himself up on the Blue Condor, never anticipated an aerial pursuit.

A chilling presence enveloped him. He looked up, horrified, to see Ye Mo above, a white ray descending.

“No!” he screamed, his body cleaved in two, raining blood. The Blue Condor screeched and fled.