My Swordsmanship Has No Upper Limit

Soon, the Youtan Celestial Chief Priest passed down his command, giving them yet another reason to fight.

And this prompted Mingya to step forward.

Glancing contemptuously at the Cultivators from the Void Moon Sect, Mingya said in a cold, arrogant tone, "Don’t lump us in with you. You may be afraid of Zhong Ming, but I’m not!"

He was about to leave as he spoke, but before he could even exit the cabin, a Youtan Celestial Cultist with markings on his face stepped forward.

"Boss, why should you have to deal with someone like Zhong Ming personally? Leave him to me!"

"...Very well."

Despite facing Zhong Ming, feeling the gale and torrential rain under his command, and seeing the Water Flood Dragon several hundred meters long coiling around him, Mingya had no intention of acting personally. Instead, he left the task to his subordinate.

His posture was the very definition of arrogance.

Zhu Junfeng’s pupils constricted. Mingya’s attitude gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

’Zhong Ming was just as brazen and unrestrained at first,’ he thought. ’Don’t tell me they actually possess the same kind of overwhelming power?’

As doubts swirled in Zhu Junfeng’s mind, the tattooed young man sneered at the Cultivators of the Void Moon Sect.

"You lowly Mortals, open your worthless eyes and watch closely! Today, I’ll show you what true power looks like!"

SWOOSH!

Before his voice had even faded, the young man shot out of the cabin like a phantom, flying into the gale and torrential rain to face Zhong Ming, the master of the storm.

"Hm?!"

"Someone else has stepped up... And he isn’t even a True Disciple from the six Major Sects?"

"No way! How could someone still dare to challenge Lord Zhong Ming when he’s like this!"

"Is he really that bold?!"

To the Cultivators on the lakeshore, Zhong Ming, who had revealed his Dragon Aspect amid the endless storm, was the very definition of power. They couldn’t imagine who else in the Qi Cultivation stage could possibly defeat someone like him.

Thus, the appearance of the Youtan Celestial Cultist left the ordinary Cultivators completely stunned.

The True Disciples of the six Major Sects also frowned and looked over.

Their situation was precarious. Zhong Ming, gazing down upon the world from high atop the sky, subjected them to immense pressure. And to make matters worse, a traitor had emerged from their own ranks.

After Di Yun’s defeat, Nangong Die—who had sided with Zhong Ming—was momentarily stunned. Then, a playful smile spread across her face as she began to gloat. "Is that all you’ve got? You went to such great lengths to deal with my dear Brother Zhong Ming."

"You knew his greatest strength was Solar Power, so you summoned this gale and torrential rain to neutralize his strongest ability."

"What a shame. You were given the perfect opportunity, and you still blew it. Even with his Solar Power crippled, you’re still no match for Brother Zhong Ming!"

It was as if she had forgotten her own status as a True Disciple of one of the six Major Sects. Her mockery was relentless.

"So what’s your plan now? Stall for time? Or maybe call on your elders to cheat, change the weather, and wait for night to fall?"

"Heh, if you ask me, you should just give up. Go ahead and acknowledge that my brother is the strongest in Qinghe Prefecture City. It’d be one thing if you won after using all these tricks, but if you lose again, you’ll be utterly disgraced!"

CRACK! Nangong Die’s words, laying everything bare, made the True Disciples from the six Major Sects grind their teeth in fury. They were backed into a corner with no way out.

At the same time, from a higher vantage point, the Guardian Elders of the other sects turned to look at the elder from the Spirit Illusion Sect, their tones accusatory.

"What is the meaning of this? Are you hedging your bets?"

The elder from the Spirit Illusion Sect sounded somewhat helpless. "After Di Yun was defeated, I contacted little Die and told her to stop this foolishness, but the girl refuses to listen to me... *Sigh*!"

"..."

Whatever the truth of the matter, Nangong Die’s "betrayal" had put the True Disciples of the six Major Sects in an extremely awkward position.

Some things can be done, but not said aloud—especially not in front of such a large crowd.

It was in the midst of this situation that the cultist from Youtan Heaven stepped out.

The True Disciples of the six Major Sects felt no gratitude or relief at this. There was only an endless chill in their eyes.

For this cultist from Youtan Heaven to step forward while they were all frowning, too afraid to make a move, was no different from a direct slap to their faces.

It was a mockery, as if to say the six Major Sects had no one left and lacked even the courage to fight!

What’s more, the purple-tattooed young man who had stepped forward swept his gaze over Su Wanqiu, Miaoyun, and the others, his eyes filled with unconcealed contempt. This made their expressions turn even uglier.

"What does that bastard think he’s doing?"

"Should we just go and take care of that arrogant bastard first?"

The True Disciples of the six Major Sects were filled with fear and apprehension when it came to Zhong Ming, but they had no such fear for this person who had just appeared out of nowhere.

’So what if I can’t beat Zhong Ming? You think I can’t handle you?!’

However, just as they were getting ready to make a move, a voice transmission from their respective elders suddenly sounded in their minds, forcing them to stop dead in their tracks.

At the same time, the Guardian Elders of the six Major Sects exchanged grave looks as they watched the young man, conversing in hushed tones.

"They’re from the outer world, aren’t they?"

"This power... It’s them..."

"Hmph, you’re all too indecisive! I say we should suppress them right now and be done with it!"

"It’s not time for that yet. Our targets are the anomalies, the demonic evils, and those radical followers. We can deal with them after we’ve cleaned up the others."

The elders of the six Major Sects decided to observe for now and see what this Youtan Celestial Cultist was truly capable of.

Far away in the Prince Mansion at the center of the city, Prince Qinghe slowly sat upright, his gaze fixed intently on the distant lakeshore. A complex light glinted in the depths of his eyes.