Transcending the Nine Heavens

CHAPTER 251: A Critical Moment!

“Go! Kill him!” Three voices shouted in unison as they rushed forward with drawn swords.

Though the time was short, their inaction had allowed Meng Chaoran's momentum and sword intent to reach its peak in an instant. At this moment, the sword intent had formed, and its power was even greater!

This was something completely unexpected for them. In any confrontation, one must interrupt their opponent’s accumulated momentum and “paddle in the middle of the flow” to gain an advantage. Yet this time, they not only allowed their opponent to complete his momentum and sword intent but felt no regret in their hearts!

Faced with such a sword strike, someone was bound to be injured; yet they felt no remorse! This was a rather peculiar mindset!

Although the opponent had remained silent from the beginning, such composure, calmness, and perseverance had already earned their respect!

The three figures flew toward him!

“Junior brother!” In the distance, Wu Yunliang rushed over, disheveled and desperate! Behind him, the ninth-grade martial sovereign and another person attacking him were also in a sorry state, limping and disheveled.

Meng Chaoran seemed to hear nothing, a serene and profound smile on his lips, descending with his sword!

The sword light was dazzling, crashing down.

Four beams of sword light collided fiercely at that moment, meeting head-on!

A brilliant light exploded in the air, and when the four met, it was as if a massive bomb had suddenly detonated! Countless sword lights flew in all directions!

The intense light forced those rushing over to involuntarily close their eyes!

Meng Chaoran let out a muffled grunt, flying backward like a broken kite.

At the same time, three horrified screams echoed from the other three directions!

The four figures almost simultaneously retreated to their original positions, at which point a mist of blood gathered in the center, cascading down along with numerous flesh fragments.

At that moment, dozens of sword wounds appeared out of nowhere on the three individuals’ bodies. After they landed, they immediately looked up at Meng Chaoran.

For some reason, until now, what they cared about was Meng Chaoran's expression. They wondered if that mask-like indifference on his face could change after suffering such severe injuries!

They were disappointed.

Meng Chaoran's body trembled slightly, with blood flowing profusely from multiple wounds. His longsword hung at his side, with warm blood dripping from its tip. Yet, his face remained perpetually indifferent, and his gaze toward the three was still cold and unyielding.

“Impressive!” one of them laughed bitterly and said, “We’ve seen many masters with higher martial skills than yours, but you, Meng Chaoran, are the number one in the world for your calmness! To die at your hands is not in vain. Ha…”

After a couple of laughs, suddenly a blood arrow shot from his chest, and he slowly collapsed to the ground with a thud, lifeless. Strangely, his face still bore a smile.

In the battle just now, Meng Chaoran’s sword had pierced through his chest!

Meng Chaoran looked on indifferently, slowly raising his sword, “Come on. Fighting is merely about life and death; the martial arts world is just a Path of Life and Death. To face it with a smile is also a kind of realm!”

He unexpectedly took the initiative to challenge the remaining two enemies.

“Junior brother! Are you okay?” Wu Yunliang rushed over, panting heavily, his hair disheveled, his body covered in wounds, and even his face bore two cuts.

The remaining seven enemies almost simultaneously surrounded the two of them; everyone was panting heavily.

“I can still breathe.” Meng Chaoran smiled faintly, his eyes regarding Wu Yunliang with less indifference and more concern.

Only in the face of family did Meng Chaoran's expression change. He would not be moved by anyone else!

Wu Yunliang gasped for breath, coughing and laughing, “Impressive! Hmph, if you wish to make a move against my Sky Tower, you must pay a price! Ha…”