Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 425 - 209: The Beast Escapes its Cage (Big Chapter f

On the ground, father and son uniformly moved their heads in sync, watching the Cold Moon Blade chase after Yang Ge as it flew southwest.

Yang Yinghao swallowed hard and poked his eldest son, "Son, that move of yours, the ’Eight Swords Unleashed’, have you not mastered it yet?"

Yang Tiansheng started to speak, then stopped: "Are you comparing to that freak because you think too highly of , or because you think too little of the freak?"

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After his previous humiliating journey from Lu Ting all the way to Guangxi, Yang Ge no longer trusted his own senses and honestly followed the sa path southwest. From ti to ti, he would land to ask directions from passersby, finally managing to return to Mount Longhu from Fengyang without incident.

He very ceremoniously chose the exact spot where he had previously dug a hole to bury himself, wanting to replicate the spectacle of the strutting young hero, rising from the sa spot he had fallen—thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don’t bully the youth for being poor...

However, carrying the cumberso Yama’s Blade, he wandered around the forest several tis and could not find the hole he had dug, thus his grand plan to strut fell apart before it was even halfway done.

He sighed and shook his head, slowly releasing the suppressed Qi Force within him.

A black and white column of light, twisted yet distinct, shot up into the sky from his body, piercing the heavens.

In an instant, clouds gathered, and winds howled, and the forest within tens of miles rustled ceaselessly!

After ten breaths, a beam of azure light, like a great purple-gold bridge towering from Mount Longhu, stretched out toward Yang Ge.

Yang Ge remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the incoming azure light. An imposing atmosphere converged before him into an invisible blade’s edge, slicing through the fierce gales.

The azure light dispersed, revealing a gray-robed elder with a large stain of food on his chest. The old man hovered in mid-air, hands behind his back, floating ten paces away from Yang Ge, giving him an unhappy look: "Young lad, you’re quite ignorant. I spared you out of pity before. How dare you trespass on the grounds of the Heavenly Master’s house again?"

Yang Ge looked at the old man in shock, "What? You let go before? I thought you just got too old to chew and couldn’t handle this tough bone!"

The old man harrumphed displeasedly, scolding, "Sharp-tongued!"

Yang Ge waved the Yama’s Blade, which he’d knocked unconscious so many tis, and gestured, "Should we talk a bit first or fight and then talk?"

The old man furrowed his brows and responded indifferently, "What’s the difference?"

Yang Ge thought for a mont, then honestly replied, "Seems like there’s no difference. For an old tortoise like you who abuses his seniority, you probably won’t speak properly until I beat you... Do you still want this person, or should I just squeeze him to death?"

Without changing his expression, the old man replied softly, "As you wish, but if you kill him, don’t expect to leave here alive today..."

"Crack."

The old man hadn’t finished speaking when Yang Ge emotionlessly twisted the neck of the Yama’s Blade: "You see, we were having a nice chat, why did you have to threaten ?"

Upon seeing this, the old man’s pupils shrank slightly, and then he laughed. Emotion appeared on his face for the first ti, a face that was unwrinkled like that of a young man.

"Very well, very well..."

He laughed as he slowly took his hands from behind his back: "If my mory serves right, this is the second ti you’ve killed soone in front of ."

"Good mory."

Yang Ge nodded, his hand slowly reaching for the hilt of his blade, "But your mind is not quite there... If you can’t handle , this isn’t the second ti, but just the beginning!"

"That’s reasonable."

The old man slowly rolled up his sleeves, his face shifting from light to dark clouds: "A villain fears might, not virtue, and should not be treated with the courtesy due to a gentleman!"

"I hate you old fossils, always spouting righteousness and morality, yet full of deceit and debauchery!"

Yang Ge slowly drew his sword: "It’s not that the old have turned bad, rather that the bad have grown old..."

As his words ended, he suddenly pulled out the sword. The surging brilliant Sword Qi erupted, like a landslide and tsunami, unstoppable.

Seeing this, the old man casually ford sword fingers and directed a single point at Yang Ge. A verdant streak of Sword Qi shot from his fingertip, small at first, just three inches, but upon launch it grew with the wind. In a re mont, it transford into a long river, colliding head-on with the slash of Yang Ge’s blade.

"Bang!"

The collision of the two powerful forces lit up the sky, creating a mushroom cloud in the air.

Before the dazzling light faded, Yang Ge, agile and imposing, broke through the aftershocks and roared, "Eternity in a mont!"

The old man retreated rapidly, swinging his wide sleeves to draw a circle before him, conjuring up a hundred Sword Qi into one. They rged into a massive, vividly detailed sword, thrusting at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge swung down his blade with all the force of Mount Hua, the black and white entangled Qi Force elongating with the wind, becoming a hundred-zhang-long, imnse Qi Force that chopped down on the giant sword.

Though the blade and sword were made of Qi Force, they did not explode on impact. Instead, they stuck against each other as if they were real, with only ripples of residual force spreading out from where the blade and sword t... This spoke to a mastery over to Sword Qi and Qi Force that was close to perfection!

But in this standoff, just like a contest of internal strength, what mattered was whose True Qi was deeper and whose recovery rate was quicker!

Therefore, as soon as Yang Ge felt the rebounding force of the blow roiling back at him like a seismic wave, he did not hesitate to shout, "Break!"

"Boom!"

The hundred-zhang Qi Force exploded first, the terrifying power tearing the Sword Qi apart in the resulting explosion. The thunderous roar, like a clear sky thunderclap, sent another dazzling mushroom cloud rising into the sky.