Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-EIGHT: Clash of the Two Heroes! (Part Two)
Chu Yang smiled faintly and repeatedly said he didn't dare. He looked closely and saw that Fifth Qingrou was a middle-aged man in his forties, with long brows and phoenix eyes, three strands of long beard floating on his chest, and hair as black as ink. It seemed as if he was enveloped by an invisible mysterious veil, making it hard to see through his persona. However, just upon their first meeting, one would sincerely feel that his bones were extraordinary, and he did not seem like a mere mortal!
Fifth Qingrou now appeared even more like a hermit of the mountains and forests. If one were to only see him in this state, it would be hard to imagine that this calm and relaxed person was actually a prime minister of a nation! He was indeed a heroic overlord of a generation, controlling millions of troops and the situations of the world!
With a wave of his hand, he could summon clouds or summon rain; even his enemies could only move within his grasp! This was Fifth Qingrou!
But now, he exuded peace, and his brows and eyes were filled with ethereal compassion. He seemed to be a benevolent person, lamenting the sufferings of the world, releasing a heart-wrenching sigh…
“Lord Xiang is too courteous, please!” Chu Yang stepped aside, extending his hand to welcome him.
“Please, Young Master Chu!” Fifth Qingrou smiled elegantly.
As Fifth Qingrou stepped onto the stairs, Chu Yang walked alongside him.
“This is…” Fifth Qingrou smiled as he looked at Gu Duxing, whose piercing gaze shot back at him. Their eyes clashed dangerously, like flashing swords, with sword energy swirling!
Looking at Fifth Qingrou was akin to gazing at a corpse.
This was a gaze that slaughtered the masses, reigning over the world with a sword! Unfettered! Anyone in front of his sword was as good as dead!
Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian simultaneously felt a surge of energy, their four eyes glaring sharply at Gu Duxing. Their opponent's indifferent attitude was something they, as throne experts, could not tolerate!
This was disdain!
Neither Fifth Qingrou's power nor the authority of a throne expert would allow such disdain to exist in their presence!
Three auras suddenly collided together.
Gu Duxing's face paled, and his body leaned back suddenly, but he steadied himself, his gaze growing colder; sword energy burst forth like a tide!
“This is my elder brother, Chu Nan.” Chu Yang coughed awkwardly and said, “Lord Xiang, please don’t mind, my elder brother doesn’t like talking, he practices…” He glanced at Gu Duxing for confirmation, who nodded silently.
“He practices… the cold-hearted sword path.” Chu Yang's voice lowered.
“Oh…” Both Fifth Qingrou and Jing Menghun, as well as Yin Wutian, suddenly realized; no wonder this guy was as cold as a coffin board, he was actually cultivating the cold-hearted sword path. It couldn't be blamed on him.
Thinking this, they simultaneously withdrew their auras, but Gu Duxing did not, and sword energy crisscrossed in the confined passage, creating dozens of intersecting sword scars on the walls!
Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian looked at each other in shock! How old was this guy? How could he achieve such a level! A sovereign-level swordsman, embodying the sword, projecting sword energy outward!
Such a person was undoubtedly a genius of the sword path!
However, if such a youth practiced the cold-hearted sword path, while his power was immense, it would also mean the loss of youthful time. This was somewhat regrettable in one's life…
This kind of regret would only become an inner demon the deeper one delved into it. Realizing this, Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of schadenfreude in each other's eyes.
“Your brother practices the cold-hearted sword path; we’ve noticed.” Jing Menghun, as a Ninth Grade Throne, found himself facing Gu Duxing, a second-tier sword sovereign, and felt the other’s battle intent and sword intent surging wildly!