Chapter 90
The mont Zheng Yuhe swung his sword,
the phantom behind him transford into a terrifying, pure force that poured directly into the low‑grade spirit sword in his hand.
Imdiately…
a horrifying gray sword aura erupted.
Boom!
As the sword aura burst forth, fierce winds howled and even the surrounding space seed to tremble.
A tearing pressure swept toward Gu Yang.
This strike shocked every prince watching.
“So this is the trump card Zheng Yuhe has been hiding?”
“This… this must be a top‑grade Earth‑level sword art!”
“With such terrifying power… even an eighth‑level Holding Origin expert might not withstand it!”
“No wonder he’s ranked seventh. His sword comprehension is extraordinary!”
“In the entire top ten, probably only Bai Tianhong can suppress him.”
“Gu Yang lost!”
Seeing this, the princes beca certain Gu Yang would be defeated.
Chu Linger’s beautiful eyes flickered with worry.
Her delicate hands tightened nervously.
Could Gu Yang… really block this sword?
She wasn’t strong, but her judgnt wasn’t bad.
She could clearly see how powerful this strike was.
For Gu Yang to block it…
would be extrely difficult.
anwhile…
In the rubble, the terrifying sword aura tore through the air toward Gu Yang.
Stones exploded, dust surged, and Gu Yang’s robes fluttered in the wind.
But he stood still, expression calm.
Facing the incoming sword, he spoke slowly.
“This sword of yours… is only at this level?”
His words made Zheng Yuhe’s eyes widen.
“Sharp tongue! I want to see how you block this strike!”
Confidence filled Zheng Yuhe’s pale face.
He believed even Bai Tianhong would avoid taking this sword head‑on.
Gu Yang, a re peak Condensed True Realm cultivator, dared to stand still?
He was courting death.
“Block?”
A trace of disdain crossed Gu Yang’s face.
“For sothing like this… why would I need to block?”
The next mont…
a terrifying aura erupted from Gu Yang’s body.
His blood‑essence surged like a rising tide.
His strength skyrocketed instantly.
The Earth Fiend Body.
“What!?”
Zheng Yuhe’s pupils contracted.
He didn’t know what happened, but he could clearly sense Gu Yang’s aura becoming even more terrifying.
He frowned, but he still didn’t believe Gu Yang could withstand his sword.
Before he could think further…
Gu Yang moved.
He slowly swung his fist.
Seventy percent fist intent burst forth.
A tidal wave of fist pressure crashed toward the sword aura.
Boom!
A violent explosion shook the heavens.
The mont they collided, Zheng Yuhe’s expression changed drastically.
Gu Yang’s punch…
shattered the sword aura instantly, scattering it in all directions.
The sharp fragnts carved deep marks into the ground and walls,
but not a single strand touched Gu Yang.
His fist seed to distort the very space around it.
As the sword aura dissipated, Gu Yang’s eyes remained indifferent.
Wind surged beneath his feet as he appeared before Zheng Yuhe like a ghost.
He punched again.
“You…!”
Zheng Yuhe’s face twisted in horror.
Shattered again!
His full‑power Ancient‑Tracing Sword Art…
was shattered by a single punch.
How terrifying was this man’s physical body!?
He had no ti to think.
Gu Yang’s fist was already descending.
Zheng Yuhe pushed his true essence to the limit, his sword glowing as he tried to block.
But this ti…
Gu Yang’s eyes held a cold smile.
Boom!
The terrifying fist pressure crashed down.
Cold sweat drenched Zheng Yuhe.
Fear filled his eyes.
This strength…
was it even human!?
Crack!
Gu Yang’s fist slamd into him.
His true essence shattered instantly.
“Pff!”
Blood sprayed from Zheng Yuhe’s mouth as he flew like a severed kite.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His body smashed through countless boulders, carving a deep trench across the ground.
“Cough… cough…”
Zheng Yuhe looked utterly miserable.
His clothes were torn, his body covered in wounds.
His gaze toward Gu Yang was filled with terror.
Monster.
This man…
was a monster.
Strength like this…
Wasn’t Gu Yang supposed to be a sword prodigy?
How could his body and fist arts be this terrifying?
He was comparable to the Fist Demon!
Gu Yang stood still, watching Zheng Yuhe lie weakly hundreds of ters away.
He didn’t stop.
He walked toward him slowly.
Seeing this, Zheng Yuhe panicked.
He hurriedly summoned true essence to shield himself.
He knew it wouldn’t stop Gu Yang,
but it gave him a shred of psychological comfort.
“Gu Yang! What are you doing!?”
“I warn you…I’m the heir of the Sword Spirit Sect! If you kill , you’ll die too!”
His voice trembled with fear.
He saw the killing intent in Gu Yang’s eyes.
“Warn ?”
Gu Yang let out a cold laugh.
“If my strength were inferior today… what would you have done to ?”
From the mont Zheng Yuhe attacked, Gu Yang understood…
Zheng Yuhe intended to kill him.
The mid‑grade spirit sword was just an excuse.
For soone who wanted him dead…
Gu Yang would never show rcy.
rcy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself.
Zheng Yuhe felt Gu Yang’s killing intent and knew…
Gu Yang would not spare him.
He turned and fled without hesitation, not even grabbing his sword.
With his third‑level Holding Origin cultivation,
Gu Yang might not catch him.
He knew he wasn’t Gu Yang’s match.
If Gu Yang wanted to kill him, he would die here.
He didn’t want to die.
He sprinted away, instantly widening the distance by hundreds of ters.
Just wait!
Once I return to the sect, I’ll report everything!
I’ll have you executed!
Not just you…your sect, everyone connected to you will die!
But just as he fantasized about escaping…
Thud!
A crisp sound echoed.
His steps halted.
He turned stiffly, hatred filling his eyes.
“You…!”
A long sword had pierced straight through his heart.
Instant kill.
And that sword…
was his own low‑grade spirit sword.
Zheng Yuhe stared at Gu Yang, eyes filled with venom and resentnt.
Then he collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life.
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