Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang let out a cold grunt and silently thought to himself, "Just a mere imperial throne nine!"
He stepped forward, his long sword flashing with a cold gleam, suddenly striking out, colliding with the incoming shadow of darkness.
Chu Yang tilted his body and retreated three steps at an angle.
He didnât even realize that his mindset had quietly shifted.
In the past, when Chu Yang encountered King Level experts, his heart would tremble: throne expert!
In the past, when he faced imperial level opponents, his pupils would shine: imperial throne expert!
However, now, facing a sneak attack from an imperial throne nine with only a sword emperor fifth rank cultivation, he actually felt a wave of disdain rise within him: just a mere imperial throne nine.
He truly didnât know how the term "mere" had cropped up in his mindâŚ
The man flipped out upon contact and, the next moment, shadowed Chu Yang, grimly saying, "Sword emperor second tier, thatâs all."
Chu Yangâs long sword moved like the wind, continuously stabbing out, clashing with the opponentâs weapon hundreds of times, his footing not disturbed; he then realized that the man was wielding a long, narrow black knife.
This person must have been following him in secret for a long time, unable to gauge their cultivation levels, and had only decided to make his move when Chu Yang revealed his strength, feeling confident enough to show himself.
In that sense, this man was indeed cautious.
However, the phrase "this branch leader" that came out of the opponent's mouth piqued Chu Yang's interest: could it be that the Black Blood Jungle is rife with gangs? And he is actually⌠a branch leader!
What kind of gang could this person belong to?
Nevertheless, seeing someone with such cultivation status being a branch leader in this gang gave Chu Yang half a sigh of relief. The position of branch leader was not considered very high, more like a mid-level officer. Generally, above the branch leader were the hall masters, then the elders who acted as guardians, and finally, the gang leader.
If the branch leader was at imperial throne nine, then the gang leader was probably only at saint level first or second grade.
With such cultivation, Wei Wuyan could easily handle it.
Feeling reassured, Chu Yang originally wanted to spend more time with this opponent to comprehend his own insights. However, upon seeing that the opponent was wielding a long knife, he lost interest.
With a twist of his long sword, he suddenly slowed down, and that flowing water-like insight began to emanate from his hands once again.
A gentle, entwining force spread out densely in the air.
Wei Wuyan watched from the side, his gaze flickering, thinking, "This peculiar sword technique has started again!"
The two engaged in a rolling battle, but after a short while, the whole situation was dominated by Chu Yang, slowing down like a deep-flowing river. Though it flowed majestically, it had no surface waves; it wasnât that intense.
As Wei Wuyan watched, he sensed something was off.
Because...
As Chu Yang's sword slowed more and more, it seemed to enter a realm⌠that kind of insight that Wei Wuyan envied to the core!
Dao realm!
The dao realm actually appeared again!
Moreover, as Chu Yangâs sword techniques became increasingly fluid, that dao realm delved deeper and deeper.
Wei Wuyan was dumbstruck watching Chu Yang and couldnât help but feel tears welling up.
He had only experienced that kind of dao realm once after breaking through to saint level seventh grade, during an attack where he was surrounded. That single experience allowed his spiritual cultivation to reach the peak of saint level seventh grade, integrating all the martial arts principles he had learned before; after that, he managed to break through to saint level eighth grade within five years, creating a legend in his cultivation journey.
Since then, however, he had never been able to enter that state again.
But Wei Wuyan was already very satisfied. He knew how rare that "dao realm" was; to attain it once was already a tremendous blessing.