The person that was enveloped by the saber-light was also an old man, but he was different from He Min in that he had a cold look on his face and was not as harmonious as He Min's. It was as though he always had a smile on his face.
Seeing as the enormous saber-light was about to reach him, he suddenly scoffed and reached out a hand to gently push it out.
He was going to face He Yiming's enormous saber-light with his bare hands.
A deafening sound was heard as the 2 of them collided hard, causing a series of explosions to be heard in the air. The old man's palm was like a giant shield, which forcibly blocked the 4-meters-long fearsome saber-light.
However, there was a blur in front of his eyes, and a huge shining blade abruptly appeared in front of him.
Just as He Yiming released the saber-light, the old man pounced on him without stopping. At the same time, he extended his glaive and released an even greater metal-mastery power like a tide.
At this moment, there was no longer any warmth in his eyes. Instead, they were replaced by coldness. Amidst the coldness, there was also a peculiar steadfast look on his face as though he had an irreconcilable enmity with the person in front of him and wanted to kill him on the spot.
When the old man saw He Yiming's eyes, he narrowed his eyes as if he had noticed something. However, his hands moved even faster. He didn't retract his outstretched palm. Instead, he bent his finger and lightly flicked the glaive.
He believed that given his finger power, even if he could not flick the glaive away, he could still flick the detestable weapon, which dared to offend him.
That said, just as his finger was about to touch the glaive, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
This was the first time he had such a feeling after becoming a Venerable One when he fought a non-Venerable One.
He reacted extremely quickly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the glaive had turned around nimbly. It was not the back of the glaive that was facing his finger, but the edge of the glaive.
Although he was extremely confident in his strength, he was not foolish enough to go head-on against his opponent with his body.
He retracted his hand and avoided the glaive in an instant.
The speed of his movements and the ingenuity of his moves had reached an unimaginable level. In an instant, he had already dodged the attack and launched another attack.
However, the feeling of extreme danger appeared once again. He glanced around and his pupils immediately constricted.
Unknowingly, the head of the glaive was once again facing his fingers.
At this point, he was truly shocked, and his evaluation of He Yiming went up another level.
He Yiming was using a four-meter-long glaive. This kind of heavy weapon was undeniably powerful and unstoppable. However, in terms of small changes, it was not as flexible as a short weapon, let alone when compared to his hands.
However, the glaive seemed to come alive in He Yiming's hands. Even he couldn't see how He Yiming did it. If this matter were to spread, no one would believe it.
He sighed and retracted his hand again. Then, he finally stretched out his other hand.
Inexplicably, a nine-ringed broadsword suddenly appeared in this hand.
The glaive was like snow, and it was placed horizontally in front of his chest.
At this moment, the old man's aura underwent an earth-shattering change. He seemed to have turned into a towering mountain. Just like when He Yiming performed the Heaven-raising Seal, he became one with the whole world.
He Yiming's eyes suddenly burst out with a strong light, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Open … for me."
The glaive was shining brightly, and the glaive's glaive, which had already disappeared, emerged crazily again.
The 23rd form of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms was slowly performed from the first form until the 23rd form.
All the power of the glaive poured down like a mountain waterfall.
This glaive condensed not only the power of the 23rd form, but also the power accumulated from the first form to the 23rd form. All the power of the 23rd form completely erupted at this moment.
This situation shouldn't have happened. In actual combat, unless the opponent was an idiot, or the difference in strength between them was too great, He Yiming wouldn't be able to cause much harm to He Yiming. Otherwise, He Yiming wouldn't have the time to perform this combat skill from the beginning to the end.
However, He Yiming had been practicing alone just now. He had pushed his aura to the peak, and the power accumulated in the 23rd form had reached its peak state.
At this moment, the old man appeared. It had to be said that when one was unlucky, one would choke on cold water. However, this old man's luck seemed to be even worse.
In the face of the sudden burst of power, the old man's expression finally changed. The nine-ringed glaive in his hand was no longer casually placed in front of his chest, but took the initiative to attack. In the air, it continuously collided with the glaive over a hundred times in an instant.
His nine-ringed saber also turned into an endless stream of light and shadow, forming an absolutely powerful barrier in his area.
However, the shock in his eyes became more and more intense. He Yiming actually blocked the hundreds of collisions. Not only that, but the glaive's power didn't decrease at all. The glaive's glaive's glaive was extremely strong, and the glaive's glaive's glaive seemed to want to split him in half.
The old man's expression was very ugly. He took a deep breath and finally didn't use any secret technique that would injure both sides. Instead, he helplessly exerted force on his toes and flew back.
He Yiming slashed down with his saber, bringing with it an endless amount of power. Finally, he forced the extremely terrifying old man to retreat.
By the time He Yiming withdrew his glaive, he had completely woken up.
His series of actions earlier were done subconsciously. When he was at the most crucial stage of performing his blade technique, he suddenly noticed that someone was spying on him. Naturally, he attacked mercilessly and wanted to kill the person on the spot.
Nevertheless, He Yiming finally came back to his senses after he really confronted the person. His eyes were filled with excitement, pride, and a hint of nervousness.
He Yiming did not know the identity of the person in front of him, but he felt a chill when he thought about the nine-ringed glaive that had unknowingly appeared in that person's hand.
A Venerable One — only a Venerable One that could merge the Divine Soldier into his body and become the Three Flowers Bridge Venerable One could come and go like a ghost.
With that thought, as bold as He Yiming was, he dared not continue to pursue the old man.
He Yiming bowed slightly and said loudly, "He Yiming from Mount Hengshan greets Sir Venerable One from the Main Peak."
The old man in front of him took a few steps back and left He Yiming's aura's range. His face was slightly flushed as though he was angry out of humiliation. Nevertheless, after hearing He Yiming's words, he was slightly startled and forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest.
He glanced fiercely at He Yiming's glaive and suddenly asked, "Where did you get that weapon in your hand?"
He had slashed over 100 times in an instant earlier. Given his strength, those slashes could not have been easily withstood. Even so, He Yiming's blade force did not reduce at all, and it still had the power to make the old man retreat.
With his sharp eyes, the old man could immediately tell that half of the credit belonged to the glaive.
He Yiming tensed up, but his expression did not change. Instead, he answered respectfully, "This glaive belongs to Mount Hengshan's Armory, and it was refined by a senior from the previous generation."
The old man nodded. He Yiming would not lie to him about this. However, he just couldn't remember which one of the seniors in Hengshan was skilled in the art of refining and could actually refine such a terrifying weapon.
Ou Yangming actually relied on the weapon's power to block his full-force attacks from over 100 slashes.
He Yiming stole a glance at the old man and suddenly asked, "Senior, did Jin Zhanzheng catch up to you?"
The old man scoffed and said, "He's just a young fella that hasn't reached the peak yet. What ability does he have to catch up to I?" Speaking up to here, his face suddenly turned slightly red. The matter of him being forced back by He Yiming's saber was probably going to become a laughingstock.
He waved his hand and said, "Jin Zhanzheng has probably returned, so you shouldn't stay here any longer."
He Yiming responded to him respectfully and bowed deeply at him, then he flew toward the main peak with the glaive.
The old man was worried that He Yiming would ask for his name, but He Yiming was also afraid of the old man. If the old man asked him for the glaive, even he would not know what to do.
He Yiming was incredibly fast, by which he disappeared into the forest in no time.
The old man shook his head. He recalled the fight just now, and he became more surprised.
The way He Yiming used the glaive was something he had never seen before. Especially that blade circulation technique, it could even hide from him. If it was not because he was a Venerable One and had sharp senses, he would have suffered a bit this time.
If he was injured by the glaive, even if it was just a cut on his finger, his lifelong reputation would go down the drain.
His brows slowly furrowed. He just couldn't figure out how He Yiming was able to hide from his spiritual sense and achieve this.
A strange wind was heard coming from behind him. The old man asked without turning his head, "Venerable One He, why are you back?"
The person who came was He Min. He said in surprise, "Venerable Xu, I can sense the surging gold aura here. Could it be that Jin Zhanzheng came here to fight with He Yiming?"
Venerable One Xu shook his head and answered, "Jin Zhanzheng didn't come here. He Yiming was cultivating alone just now."
"He Yiming?" He Min was in disbelief. "He was the one who released the powerful Metal Mastery Power?"
"That's right. I was also surprised," Venerable One Xu said sincerely.
Zun-Zhe He was silent for a moment. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said, "Zun-Zhe Xu, He Yiming is actually able to cause such a surging Gold Qi. In that case, it won't be long before he forms the Gold Flower."
Venerable One Xu nodded. The two of them looked at each other, and a thought suddenly emerged in their minds.
'Such a young powerhouse with such talent. Could it be that someone can finally break the Divine Path that has disappeared in the world for thousands of years …'
PS: Fifth update today, White Crane begging for monthly votes …
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